(Source: raphmike, via johnnymarrr)
A Poem.
Pete Townshend is hot
His eyes are blue
He’s very tall
And skinny too
his hair is dark
his jumpsuit is white
his cheeks are round
his ass is tight
He has a beard
And plays guitar
I’ll find his house
And sneak over with my crowbar
his nose is long
his amps explode
one smile from him
my heart implodes
I want him bad
My heart is pounding
The fact Roger punched him
Is not quite astounding
(via mrs-nesmith-hicks)
reoblggin agan beacuse i don’t care
I HAVENT LAUGHED THIS HARD IN LIKE YEARS OH M YGOD
I NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER ASHDHAJGDKLHDF
(via sherlockian-rhapsody)
reoblggin agan beacuse i don’t care
I HAVENT LAUGHED THIS HARD IN LIKE YEARS OH M YGOD
I NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER ASHDHAJGDKLHDF
(via sherlockian-rhapsody)
reoblggin agan beacuse i don’t care
I HAVENT LAUGHED THIS HARD IN LIKE YEARS OH M YGOD
I NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER ASHDHAJGDKLHDF
(via sherlockian-rhapsody)
Nothing happened for a few songs and then another egg hit John on the foot. Without missing a beat he turned toward the direction of the throw and yelled, ‘What do you think I am, a salad?’
(via mccartney-girl)
(via liveinthewrongdecade)



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