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Artist: The Beatles
Track: Something
Album: Abbey Road
Plays: 1672

50sand60smusic:

The Beatles - Something

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birdsonly:

Rainbow Lorikeet ~ Allfarblori ~ Trichoglossus haematodus

Have I menationed that Lorikeets are loud and kind of evil? ;-)

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Posted: 6 hours ago ● 34 notesReblog
Artist: Queen
Track: All Dead, All Dead
Album: News of the World
Plays: 74

All dead all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead all dead
And alone I’m spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead and gone all dead.

#Queen 
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iguanamouth:

not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”

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turkey-imported-from-maine:

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meladoodle:

i wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where i rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed

a dentist

i dont know what your dentist is doing to you but i think you need to go to the police

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polygonal-lasso:

I’ve got 99 problems and 98 of them can be attributed to poor time management and self control.

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chuckysfreindtiltheend:

my heart is hurting when i think about Freddie Mercury and that ill never see him live.

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blueeyed-88:

Paul Gallagher: ‘The Weetabix kid, that’s what we called Liam. He lived on breakfast cereals. At breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, he was either tucking into Ready Brek or Weetabix. He wouldn’t eat normal food like potatoes or meat, just Ready Brek. If he went to the cupboard and that box of Ready Brek was empty, he’d start a big inquiry.

'Who's been eating my my Ready Brek? Don't you go near it!'. He was such a fussy, whingeing type. 'I don't like my food messed with, this drink's too hot, too cold, who's been wearing my jumper, why is this t-shirt really creased?' But nothing like the fuss over his Ready Brek'

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