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The Beatles on Salisbury Plain, Wiltshire during filming of Help!, 3rd May 1965.

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The Beatles- Yellow Submarine

George Harrison, Paul McCartney, John Lennon, and Ringo Starr

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The Beatles having tea at The Antrobus Arms Hotel, Amesbury, Wiltshire, on c. 2nd May 1965. The Beatles were staying here while they filmed the Salisbury Plain scenes for Help! and stayed at the Antrobus Arms from 2nd - 6th May 1965. 

Pics: Michael Peto / Proud 

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Ringo’s private photo album of 1964. Part Three. Paul McCartney.

Photo by Ringo- “Sweet tones of Paul McCartney. Every time Paul sings he puts his whole heart and soul into it. No wonder our records sell so well.”

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awwww

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God FINE. I’ll come off of anon. No cowards here

XD Hi there

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Yellow Submarine is my p a s s i o n

(This is oooold art but I still loving it)

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John Lennon aka the definition of having one brain cell, and one brain cell only

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| The Beatles | Live at the BBC! |

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2020 does NOT pass the fucking vibe check what in the fuck is this

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The Beatles 1964

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John & Aunt Mimi

“John & Mimi often read the same books and discussed-argued their content. Mimi was fierce, stubborn, openly snobbish, pointed, bluntly uncompromising, nobody’s fool - and John was never not aware of it and always ‘gave back.’ Though she might suddenly break into a Charleston dance to make him laugh (which he often copied), she was never demonstrative in her love, concealing it behind a coded series of verbal scoldings. She never hit him: her worst punishment was to ignore him, because he always had so much to say that needed to be heard. When she did, he’d plead, ‘Don’t ‘nore me, Mimi!’”

- Tune In by Mark Lewisohn

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thank u barbie for showing bi/lesbian solidarity

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people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.