when i do burlesque class and they have us try and make a face to connect with our audience i honest to god just do all the faces in the kristen wiig set i just posted. because i don’t know how to make sexy faces.
just added some #cute #bling to my #adorable mosquito bite ☀💁💚💚かわいい(*^_^*) (at the wal-mart in Milpitas in 2001)
"Bleach is healthy. It’s mostly water. And we’re mostly water. Therefore, we are bleach."
someone did it
someone did one of these for forte
Paul McCartney and John Lennon writing “I Saw Her Standing There,” 1962
I looked this photo up after reading about it in Joshua Shenk’s Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs:
One late November afternoon in 1962, John Lennon and Paul McCartney got together to write at Paul’s house at 20 Forthlin Road in Liverpool. Their ritual was to come around in the afternoon, just the two of them, when Paul’s dad was at work. They would go to the small front room overlooking Jim McCartney’s patch of garden and sit opposite each other. “Like mirrors,” Paul said.
John sat on a chair pulled in from the dining room. He had his Jumbo Gibson acoustic-electric with a sunburst finish. Paul sat on a little table in front of the telly with his foot on the hearth of the coal fireplace. He played a Spanish-style guitar with nylon strings, strung in reverse for a lefty. In a photography shot by Paul’s brother, Michael, they’re both looking down at a notebook on the floor, filled with lyrics…
…Years later, Paul told his brother that he loved his photo of the “I Saw Her Standing There” writing session because it captured how it really was—”the Rodgers and Hammerstein of pop at work.” Writing “eyeball to eyeball,” as John said, they weren’t just frontmen for a rock group; they were composers working in concert.
There’s a Lennon/McCartney excerpt of the book over at the Atlantic.
Filed under: The Beatles
goodtimeisland said: I totally have that #dunzo dick
mhmmmmmm. #dunzo genitals. too damn tired.
boy do i love will forte.
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