The Beatles rooftop concert, January 1969.
Thank you all for coming, and we hope we passed the audition.
My other tumblr site. It’s fanfiction about Doctor Who. I aspire to be a musician or a writer and I’m trying to get my writing, songs, and art out in the world somehow. Hopefully this works *Crosses fingers*
Ray Charles’ version of Over the Rainbow. Breaks my heart in a good way everytime I hear his golden, smokey voice.
That awkward moment when you thought you asked the real Amanda Palmer a question, and it turned out to be someone else….
I am a writer. I write lyrics, music, and some short stories. This small sentance is the entire summary of the feelings I’ve been getting recently. I haven’t always been myself. For a long time I felt like I was living the life of someone else, someone who wasn’t me. But now, thanks to the help of friends and family, I’m back to living my life again.
The first picture is the original picture I took in my room, the second picture is after the editing I did on a free online photo editor.
I love Doctor Who. Everything crazy outfit, every Doctor, every guest, every episode. Everything. End of story, no questions asked. The one thing I absolutely hate however, is when I fall behind on episodes and people tell me what happens and I don’t get the thrill of making the connections for myself. My favorite part of Doctor Who is making the connections for myself and being surprised about how everything turns out, so by telling me the outcome before I’m able to watch it and see it for myself, I automatically get mad at you and will most likely curl into a ball and cry in anger. That’s how much I love Doctor Who. Don’t ruin it for me or I will exterminate you from the planet.