"Where have they gone?"
now that I’m an adult I can finally go on adult websites.
is that tyler oakley?
YOU HEARD ME, PAY YOUR TAX BILLS
Paul McCartney, Scotland, 1969
REST IN PEACE, ELVIS AARON PRESLEY | January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977.
"Elvis was a giving soul who touched and gave happiness to millions all over the world and continues to be respected and loved by his peers. He was a man, a very special man." — Priscilla Presley.
"The truth is, I’ve never really said goodbye to Elvis Presley. It’s been over thirty years since I last got to spend time with the man I was fortunate enough to consider my closest friend, but he’s still a part of each and every day of my life." — George Klein.
“It’s rare when an artist’s talent can touch an entire generation of people. It’s even rarer when that same influence affects several generations. Elvis made an imprint on the world of pop music unequaled by any other single performer.” — Dick Clark.
"I remember Elvis as a young man hanging around the Sun Studios. Even then, I knew this kid had a tremendous talent. He was a dynamic young boy. His phraseology, his way of looking at a song, was as unique as Sinatra’s. I was a tremendous fan, and had Elvis lived, there would have been no end to his inventiveness." — B.B. King
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Washington Coliseum. Photographed by Mike Mitchell. February 11, 1964.
I just saw this on Facebook. I am drunk and disturbed.
Original sketch and detail of Klaus Voormann's famous album cover illustration for Revolver by The Beatles.
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on a scale from 1 to Samsung how much do you hate Apple?
This is exactly how physics does not work.
Why didn’t she just use the lipstick on the door?
I like to switch the direction the toilet paper unrolls in every couple weeks to keep my family alert and on their toes
I’m sure they can roll with it.
"Big fire, on top of the hill
A hopeless gesture, and last farewell
Tears from your mother, from the pits of her soul
Look at your father, see his blood run cold
Like the wind, you are free
Just a whisper - I hear you, so talk to me
I believe, eye to eye
Say brothers, sister, see your brothers in the sky
Neighbour, neighbour, don’t be so cold
With so much glory from the story untold”
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