shybeatlesgirl:

This letter changed the way I looked at Yoko as a person.I used to judge her like everyone else did,not realizing that she is somebody.A feminst,a peace activist,a great conceptual artist and a great woman.She might not have such a great voice,but she knows how to send a message.

missorangesunshine:

missorangesunshine:

He said it was written about Julian, my child. He knew I was splitting with Cyn and leaving Julian. He was driving over to say hi to Julian. He’d been like an uncle to him. You know, Paul was always good with kids. And so he came up with Hey Jude.

But I always heard it as a song to me. If you think about it… Yoko’s just come into the picture. He’s saying, ‘Hey, Jude – hey, John.’ I know I’m sounding like one of those fans who reads things into it, but you can hear it as a song to me. The words ‘go out and get her’ – subconsciously he was saying, Go ahead, leave me. On a conscious level, he didn’t want me to go ahead. The angel in him was saying, ‘Bless you.’ The devil in him didn’t like it at all because he didn’t want to lose his partner.

John Lennon, 1980
All We Are Saying, David Sheff
Dead Sea, Israel

Swimmers float effortlessly in the salt-laden waters of the Dead Sea near Ein Bokek, Israel. Ten times saltier than seawater, the lake is extremely buoyant and a popular destination for holidaymakers. It’s also Earth’s lowest point on land.

Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2. (via luxuriousmanhattan)

senyahearts:

Kendall Jenner, Ming Xi & Joan Smalls - Backstage at Chanel, Spring/Summer 2015 RTW

Photographed by: Dirk Alexander for V Magazine 

Somewhere between emotional and emotionless.
(via mcqueencat)
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
(via ellie-sigh)