"You'll Never Know How What Sort Of Love They Had For Each Other"--my Favorite Part ❤️

Guys help a Good Omens newbie out, what is Final 15?

You know, the lyrics go, "There were angels dining at the Ritz", angels, plural. Maybe Crowley is more forgiven than he realizes, maybe he's the one holding onto his demon label.

The 16-year-old who rung up my order and made my lemonade guessed that I'm 25. We were talking about how hard it is to guess other people's ages. I'm actually 44. Everyone typically thinks I'm younger than I am, which usually works to my advantage because I'm also adorable 🥰😂🤣😆 Overall, it beats the alternative, which is people saying, "Hello you old hag! How are the great-grandkids?" 

Poor Lestrade. He puts up with a lot 😂

“Over the years, whenever Paul has been asked to talk about John, he usually ends up saying that John was a lovely guy.  Well I’ve seen John be funny, I’ve seen him be witty, I’ve seen him be sarcastic, but I’ve never really seen him be lovely.

But the lovely John that Paul has been talking about for years was actually captured on film.”

-Peter Jackson, on John Lennon in Get Back 

“I become whoever I’m with. And so, if I’m with a mad man, I become mad.

And if I’m with somebody I love, I become lovely.”

- John Lennon, 1975

Just read the cutest interview with Ringo 🥦

Anathema, "I'm looking for a beast"

Adam, "Hello"

Anathema, "A kid with a beast"

Adam, "Hello"

Anathema, "An evil kid with a fearsome, hideous beast"

Adam, "Hello"

(That's where my mind is right now, anyhow 🤣)

It just struck me how incredibly hard it must've been for Paul, George, and Ringo in the studio when they heard John's voice coming out of that tape deck singing "I know it's true"--

--I mean, it's hard enough on me and I'm just a second generation-era Beatles fan.

My new favorite music video of all time. Glad I'm not the crying type 'cause I'd be bawling.

Ugh my heart right now: 💔💔💔

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hands?

I took a train round trip from Chicago IL to WV to see my bff in 2015 and enjoyed every second of it. And I was quite pregnant, too. Trains are fantastic!

“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.