never not thinking about ‘how do you sleep’ because the concept of writing a diss track and being like *spits* fuck you. you and your chart-topping hits and your loving wife and friends and your dead mom, actually, while we’re at it, and your pretty face and your mass appeal music and that one conspiracy and your secret hidden messages to me and—
listening to the album imagine (1971) by John Lennon is a rollercoaster because why are the songs like "I wish we had peace everywhere, I suck, Paul McCartney I hate you kill yourself, I love you Yoko"
me when someone asks me about paul mccartney's solo career
paul: if we put the songs in a certain order we can weave a narrative thread
john, literally twirling his hair: haha and it's like we're lovers and in love and the songs are all about us and our love
i just. can you imagine being paul mccartney and your 81 year old younger brother is on twitter fanning the flames of your gay rumors
Paul McCartney is fun because if you don't know anything about him then he seems oddly flavorless for a rockstar, void of the kind of flash you see with people like Bowie or Jagger or Mercury. But the moment you start learning anything about this man, you began to unravel the reality that he might be the biggest freak of them all
this stupid ass opening lyric this is why the buttsex brothers had you on covers duty for so long
I hope Paul McCartney knows there are beautiful stories written in elegant prose about him getting his back blown out.
House MD was crazy for having their mc be an autistic bisexual depressed disabled drug addict who canonically self harms and experienced abuse AND was in a doomed codependent toxic yaoiship with his repressed homosexual bestie