I can’t seem to stop singing wherever I am. And what’s worse, I can’t seem to stop saying things…anything and everything I think and feel.
confiding his troubleswith his sheepdog Martha, St John’s Wood, London, photographer unknown (from the Daily Mirror collection). (June, 1967)
Got bored at school so I made a Dalek out of a coffee cup, stirring stick and some paper.
fortunatis | via Tumblr on We Heart It
"I really don’t want to shower but I want to be clean" an autobiography
"Now that I’m in the shower I really dont wanna get out" a sequel
"Now that I’m out, I don’t want to put on clothes" the spin-off
"I’m sitting here in my towel and I must have showered 2 hours ago" the self help booklet
Sara Bareilles || Yellow Brick Road (Cover)
Jesus fucking hell. I heard this a while ago and almost died. It’s been on repeat for the last two hours of my life and is making study very damn near impossible. So mesmerising, so incredible.