she's my moral guide, she does nothing at all

📚 Shake, Rattle, and Roll by Sminking 📚

Stole the picture from @doraemonmon

6/15/2026

They should've stitched a scarlet letter to his dress for this song alone honestly.

oh fuck... the adderall has hit my system... the change, it's happening... grRRRGH...!! get away from me, before it's too late...!!

“One afternoon that April [1967] I arrived at Cavendish Avenue and found Paul in a meeting with Brian Epstein. They invited me to make myself at home and I watched them at work. Brian obviously adored Paul and it was always interesting to see them together. He touched Paul at any time that it might seem natural, laying his hand on Paul’s arm to make a point or placing a casual hand on his shoulder as they left a room. I often noticed a certain admiring look, a slightly moist eye. He sat next to Paul in the big settee beneath a pair of Rene Magritte paintings and an alternative, unused, painted drum skin from the Sgt Pepper sleeve. Brian was dressed in his usual impeccable Savile Row suit, hair neatly parted, though longish and with long sideboards. He seemed relaxed, happy and completely unlike the usual hyper businessmen of the pop world.”