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The Beatles and Brian Epstein (and Brian’s butler/housekeeper - I think) getting ready and having breakfast at Whaddon House before they go to to collect their MBEs on the 26th October 1965. The last photo is credited by Getty as the Beatles in the lift at Whaddon House, on their way to the palace. 

Pics: Philippe Le Tellier / Getty Images / Mirrorpix 

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26 years without Freddie Mercury 5th September 1946 – 24th November 1991

Forever in our hearts. ♥

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Fall Sketch pages. The full collection of pages will be on my Behance shortly if that sort of thing interests you.

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Cheers,

-Alex

\https://www.behance.net/alexinatree

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Patreon sketch commissions. I don’t know a lot about fantasy stuff, but I have seen the cover of Their Satanic Majesties Request, so…?

★ www.patreon.com/cjpa ★

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LanaJayArt

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Aekkarat Sumutchaya          -          http://webang111.cgsociety.org

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“ Now, I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I “

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Red Sun by manjitthapp / (instagram)

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hyoop man

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do you remember, the lungs filled with candor? exhaled, evaporated

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(it’s gonna rain soon) lie on a salty shoulder lie to a salty shoulder

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a handshake, an apology stolen before spoken a gaze, a gratitude robbed of tenderness (of yours, a secret)