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#i fucked with the music so hard i loved it when they played it louder than the dialogue

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The first time I met Linda was at one of the Beatles’ recording sessions. Paul introduced her to us. She was attractive, obviously—she had a sunshine smile—but I thought that there was a certain vulnerability about her. Later I came to understand that that impression was wrong, because when I think of Linda’s life, I think of a very strong woman.

One day, around the time of that first meeting, Paul brought in to the studio some photographs of Linda in New York, in front of the building where she grew up. She was wearing a camel coat and a white scarf, just looking casual and glancing around. That is the Linda I remember from that time.

During the Beatles’ sessions, Linda and I quickly learned that our husbands were not all buddy-buddy. John and Paul were both talented but very strong-willed people. There was some tension there. Linda and I left them alone. But we didn’t go chummy-chummy, wink-wink, “Aren’t they silly boys?” either. We both stood by our men. That was how we were.

Then came the Beatles’ breakup. The world blamed it on Linda and me. The attack was like a storm. I think the fans needed a scapegoat, and they chose us! We both had the love and protection of our husbands. Linda had that very much from Paul. But still, it could not have been easy for her.

The long years after the breakup were not easy, either. John and Paul were not talking. John and I would play Paul’s latest Wings record in our kitchen. John would say some nice things. He couldn’t say it to Paul, but when Paul was not around, John would say nice things about Paul. When Paul and Linda got a farm in Scotland, John said, “That’s Linda. She’s good for him.”

Was the ice finally starting to melt? In the late Seventies, Paul and Linda came to visit us a few times in New York. In a fine old Liverpool tradition, the two guys did most of the talking, and we sat beside them as Paul held Linda’s hand and John held mine. It was nice to see the guys talk after all those years, even if a little stiffness existed between them.

After John’s passing, Sean and I started to receive Linda’s beautiful calendar every year. We felt her warmth; and as a photographer she was getting into her most creative years.

We both wanted to show our farms to each other. I was about to go to London with Sean at the time. “Mine first, then,” Linda said. So Sean and I were invited to her farm. I say Linda’s farm, because you really felt Linda’s energy there – you just knew that she was the one who had created this environment for her husband and their children. There was something very real about the way they lived. They weren’t surrounded by servants or anything. And it was wonderful. Linda had horses and sheep – it was a working farm, not a manicured estate.

She and her children were doing things together. Seeing them with Sean was great. Hopefully, our children will be wiser than us.

What I noticed with sadness was that Paul and Linda’s children were living with the pain of what their mother went through. Their mother was attacked by the world and for a long time not recognized for her achievements. Everything that was good was considered the work of her husband, and everything the public did not approve of was considered her doing. I didn’t hear any of this from Linda. But when I met her children and saw how protective they were of their mother, I felt the pain of their knowledge that the world was not always kind to her.

When I heard of her illness, my first instinct was to share that with the fans at the concert I was giving in London and to pray together. But, of course, I couldn’t. So I dedicated the concert to “a friend in England who has been taken ill.” “Names!” they shouted. “No names!” I shouted back. That’s how it was. We were no-name friends.

The last conversation I had with her was in January this year. She sounded like the usual powerful and energetic Linda. I thought she had beaten the disease.

Linda and I did not meet up and have coffee and muffins in a corner cafe or anything like that. But we communicated. We communicated in deeds more than in words. When she was strong, I felt strong. She took a sad song and made it better. Her commitment to vegetarianism and animal rights brought her message to a wider audience than that of rock & roll. But her most important contributions were all made in private. Just like so many women before her, she made a difference in silence. It was nice to know you, Linda.

With love, Yoko

[A full-page letter featured in Rolling Stone Magazine written by Yoko Ono about Linda McCartney. The latter had recently died of cancer at the time of writing.]

#lovely lovely beautiful women #yoko ono #linda mccartney

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palestinian orthodox christians celebrating palm sunday in gaza today, via quds news network

#🤍

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Bartender! a dickless cock, please — with no balls.

#more emasculation for the table please

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lrb truly one of my favorites ever but i always thought it was kinda an odd subject for a song like “i just begun to care” is a weird phrasing 2 me lol ?? another club certified banger michael

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imagine it’s 1966 your married coworker with a baby whose house you’re staying at pulls this one out of his back pocket

#i’ve seen u make a look of love from just an icy stare i’ve known u for a long time but i’ve just begun to care ?

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#listen if you don’t want to see jerry lewis tiny shorts that’s your decision

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fantasising about getting him pregnant so that i can make him a single a mother

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You must have seen some terrible things..

#i was going to say smth about how this only happened because he accepted a drink from someone he knew to have drugged someone #but prev prev already said it #poor baby i would never let him go trick or treating he might. injest razor blades #endeavour

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"so how did you two meet"

she messaged me on tumblr and we became obsessed with each other literally immediately and now we are bound by the red string of fate

#me met on app that shall not be named.. 👯‍♀️ #me met.. we met……….

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Pete Seeger and Bob Dylan, 1964 © Jim Marshall.

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riddle me this tumblr. if this is my following tab. why so many blogs i don’t follow on my dash

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Will's obsession with people who are weak, vulnerable, and easily manipulated is incredibly predatory, and I wished it was talked about more.

#the fanon version of him being a good wholesome dad to abigail is so weird and annoying. she didn’t even like him ?

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This requires a more in-depth analysis but Liz Taylor’s 8 marriages can be broken down into the perfect relationship cycle. The violent entitled asshole -> boring nice guy -> love of your life #1 -> love of your life #1’s best friend -> love of your life #2 -> love of your life #2 again -> U.S. senator -> construction worker you met in rehab pipeline is integral to the foundation of this country. Society was built on this cycle.

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Every time I think god I need therapy I ask myself what would i say to my therapist???

And I go over topics in my mind and what do I think a therapist would answer and then I’m just like shit that’s true

And it takes like 5 min max and it’s free so,

girl

#i do this except i pretend i’m tony soprano and i give myself answers as dr. melfi

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Do you think we'll be in love forever

The Smiths + Diet Mountain Dew

#hi