Hello,

April 4th, 1975 (New York): John is interviewed by French journalist Jean-Francois Vallee about his views on love and identity. 

JOHN: Usually you are who you hang around with. And I am very easily influenced. I mean, if I’m with you, I’d be talking French, and, you know. I become. I’m like a chameleon. I like people, and I’m also a chameleon. I’m just – I become whoever I’m with. And so, if I’m with a mad man, I become mad. And if I’m with somebody I love, I become lovely. Right? So really, I’m just – I’m like a cloud in the wind. I just… float around. 

I just accidentally sent a gif of John Lennon in a bathing suit to my dad with the caption “i want to die” and now i actually want to die.

So my mom and I were discussing the JohnandYoko of the 70s, and she said, "You know, John really wanted to get back with Paul. It's almost like Paul was his girlfriend!" And I almost freaked out

your mother should know

idk, sweetie. No hate or anything but I gotta say your post was pretty racist and I had to point something out

How do white people not see they are what’s wrong with this world?

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bullets era

Here is a daily reminder that not all whites are racist

I hate the internet. I hate how this poem doesn’t need to be finished but it has 13.9k retweets and 21.1k likes. Everyone knows how this poem ends and I hate it