Strange Bisexual Magnetism

John and Paul

The Fool on the Hill (alternate version)

Picked up the paper. Read the Daily News. Nothing doing anyway. Same old BS. Doot doot doot doot cruise. Nah nah nah nah now. Let go. Let it go. (laughs) No, what am I doing? Why don't you let it go? Why don't you let it go? Mm, it's real life. It's real. Yes, it's real life. It's real. Let go. Let the mighty river flow. Let go. Let go. Oh, rock your balls, you... Woke up this morning. Blues around my head. No need to ask the reason why. Went to the kitchen, and I jumped back into bed. Something nasty in the sky. No need to be afraid. No need to be afraid. It's just real life. Real life. It's just real life. Just real life. Went up the mountain to see what I could see. Nothing doing nowhere. Went to the seaside. Had a cup of tea. Went to.... Why must we be alone? Why must we be alone? It's real love. It's real. Woke up this morning, blues around my head. No need to ask the reason why. Went to the kitchen, and I ran right to my bed. There's something funny in the sky. Why must we be alone? Why must we be alone? It's real life. Mm, it's real life. (whistles) Was I just dreaming or was it only yesterday? I used to hold you in my arms. And now a baby, and another on the way (laughs) la la la la la farm (laughs) Why must we be alone? Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah. (scats) If it don't feel right, don't do it. If it don't look right, look right through it. If it don't feel right, don't do it. Just call him on the phone.

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This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read

I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”

this video's meant to be creepy but this part just made me laugh. go off spongebob

my top rec's right now are "Heart of Glass," "Going Nowhere," and the absolute classic "On our way back home."

― Marjane Satrapi, Iranian graphic novelist