Christine Can't Call

Just thinking this today…

loveallthis:

I made another Beatles flowchart. Sing along with someone you love.

(Then buy them a print!)

Thom: You just haven’t figured it out yet, have you?
Nick: What?
Thom: The big picture!
Nick: I guess not.
Thom: The Beatles.
Nick: What about them?
Thom: This. [grabs Nick’s hand] Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

clawsandfangs:

You cannot make friends with the rock stars. That’s what’s important. If you’re a rock journalist - first, you will never get paid much. But you will get free records from the record company. And they’ll buy you drinks, you’ll meet girls, they’ll try to fly you places for free, offer you drugs… I know. It sounds great. But they are not your friends. These are people who want you to write sanctimonious stories about the genius of the rock stars, and they will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it.

ugh.

I think I want to lay in bed with the boy today and watch this while eating unhealthy food, until The Walking Dead comes on. Then watch that. Unfortunately, due to dumb circumstances, I can’t fall asleep there, but this could be wonderful.