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Ringo: hey George do you think I'm stupid?

George: the only thing stupid about you is how stupidly pretty you are

Ringo: *blushes* aww thanks

George: now who called you stupid I'm gonna go have a talk with them...

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John: hey macca do you think I'm stupid?

Paul: I don't think so-

John: oh thank you-

Paul: I know so.

I'm tired to see furry bealtles that looks like doggies, wolfs, cats and ect. Like cmon they are already have their fursuits/fursonas

Heather’s tea party

sorry to have to tell you this but if a stranger comes to your inbox or slides in your DMs asking you for your money with some sob story, no matter how tragic and convincing the story is, they are a scammer — especially if the story is obviously copied and pasted, formatted in the exact same way as the other 100 bots in your inbox

stamp city 3: the return of more stamps i found

(ko-fi)

God sent [click for better quality]

This is exaggerating a lot, and most of these photos are from the white album session, but still

Gits and shiggles

Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison in Miami, 21st February 1964 - part 1 (part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6)

Why are they like this?

Also, 'that's the married one' is it, Paul? What are you saying about marriage, Paul? What are you saying about John being cut down to size, Paul? Are you feeling a bit neglected by John being off with his wife during this, Paul?

I live with atopic dermatitis. There's no way to cure it, you can only compensate.

I remember when I believed in God, as a child, I wished for my birthday and new year's Eve only one thing - to be healthy, to stop being sick with it. But it was all in vain. When I was 14 years old, I had already stopped believing in God. I was offended that I was given this disease. I didn't know why I got it.

When I entered the university, my condition was getting worse. I had permanent cracks, itching, and frequent but brief bleeding on my hands. This new year, I've managed to get my skin back to almost normal. But now it's all coming back. As it turned out, atopic dermatitis depends on stress. I'm neurotic and I get nervous all the time.

Now I am forever in this limbo of blood and pain. Nothing and no one can save me.

I remember (from childhood) how I prayed on holidays, as my grandmother said that God would hear my prayers. No matter what treatment I chose, it all came back.

I'm just a mistake