i have a love and hate relationship with poetry. its so pretty but i find it so hard to write, but i want to be a poet so bad. I want someone to come up to me and ask me what i do and i can positively say "oh yeah, im a poet, man"
like if ur a poet can u give me some magic pls 🙏
i was just trying to live when i started thinking about jawn and pol and then of course i started crying. i miss their "friendship" 🤭☹️
ITS MY BIRTHDAY!! face reveal time 😛😛
wrote this while listening to not by big thief.
why do i have to be maternal over old rockstars.
currently its keith richards.
like ugh hes so baby
WELL FOLKS IT SEEMS AS THOUGH MCLENNON ART IS ON ITS WAY!
in the meantime (gary crimble to you, gary mimble to you, getty bable dear christmas , happy birthday me too) i suppose i have to show off some of my amazing artwork that ive made recently due to my insomnia.
some of these arent that good but i needed something to post🤭
paul was shorter than john when they met. i’m sure his voice hadn’t fully dropped yet either.
john quite literally watched them grow taller than him (i know he and george were about the same height but my point still stands, he watched his younger friends turn into peers turn into completely realized adult men).
and of course john was growing right with them. the de facto leader in the early years making it up as he went as these teenage boys looked up to him. have you seen a 19 year old try to act put together?
i look back at pictures of my friends from high school and i when we were 14-17 and we’ve already changed so much. round faces are sharper, life experience is deeper. i met up with my best friend from childhood for dinner a few months ago (at a bar, we went from polly pockets to IPAs ((i hate IPAs)) ) and i had the striking thought: suddenly we aren’t little girls anymore. but we still had our entire life shared. all those memories, all that drama from middle school to still rant about.
it was the same for those three boys.
i just think that adds a level of depth to their friendship and band that couldn’t be orchestrated.
think about their inside jokes. think about a 28 year old john lennon laughing at a joke that paul made from when they were 16 and 18. think about a 34 year old george smirking as he mumbles to himself a phrase only they would understand from their hamburg days. think about an 82 year old paul fondly remembering a hand gesture they would do to one another before going on stage and doing it to nancy, trying to explain to her what it meant.
think about how that affected the breakup of the band. after growing up together…did they really have an identity without the others?
it’s like the park bench “we were girls together”… they were boys together.