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YES YES YES FINALLY SOME PÖTSI APPRECIATION FROM HIMSELF

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Good morning to this cutie and this cutie only

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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

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chris_bloodfilms Met my hero on a train. This story is long so scroll if you cba reading. It’s 2005, a band explodes on MySpace. They’re dressed like you and their lyrics are a mirror to your life. Bleeding heck, who the fuck are the Arctic Monkeys? After 19 years on repeat it’s now 2024. Myself and @/conor_bloodfilms are travelling back from Paris. We arrive at Gare Du Nord and Duffy stops in his tracks. He whispers to me “I think that’s Alex Turner.” “F**k off!” I immediately reply. I gaze over at a guy wearing a leather jacket with long brown hair, his face adorned with aviators. We should probably stop staring as it’s getting weird, sexually and aggressively weird. Turns out it is bloody Alex Turner, the man who’s provided the soundtrack to my life! He strolls past and disappears into the Parisian platform crowd. A missed opportunity. We board our train back to London. We look to our left and there’s Alex. Sitting in his seat accompanied by a notepad. He’s probably writing the next Arctic Monkeys hit “Two gawping pricks on a train”. We really need to stop staring. I tell Duffers I’m going in, he stops me. Reminds me that I’m a fully functioning adult and not to create a scene. Christ, he’s right! I feel like I’m 15 years old again, someone get me a Strongbow and whack Dancing Shoes on, kin hell lad! Eventually myself and Con engage, it’s a surreal experience. Alex is polite and returns conversation in a soft friendly manner. The whole situation is just bloody lovely. I awkwardly ask if I can take his portrait, fully aware that it could result in an awkward exchange and destroy this wonderful moment. He smiles and obliges, he’s effortlessly cool, asks for direction and I take a few snaps. We disembark the train, I felt quite emotional and that’s embarrassing to admit. Maybe it was the jet lag, the caffeine and croissant overload? Or maybe it was just the rekindling of my youth. This all might sound trivial, however, for me these portraits are deeply personal serving a reminder that life is a series of fortunate events and when fully appreciated can conjure up some pretty awesome memories.

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I wish more ppl on political debates just did this

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I was born in 2008. Be scared.

i’m not scared of 2 year olds

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📸 lottamakinenn | IG story - 29.04.24

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youre covered in blood?? like some kind of slut??

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The Beatles recording the White Album in October of 1968 by Linda McCartney. Photos from various songs including Honey Pie, Savoy Truffle, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Long, Long, Long, Martha My Dear, Dear Prudence, I’m So Tired and The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill. Photos by Linda McCartney / Linda Enterprises Ltd. © Paul McCartney (https://www.lindamccartney.com/).

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Opposing Israel, opposing zionists, opposing genocide is not antisemitism.

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Imperiet - Du ska va president (x)

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