LeitzaElizabeth

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Amy Winehouse performing ‘I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know’ live at the ‘De La Semaine’ (2007).

[Celeb Spot @clebspot]

amy winehouse photographed in 2007 by valerie phillips

[Early Man @earlyman1997]

Marilyn Monroe ❤️ 1946

[SlenderSherbet @SlenderSherbet]

A squirrel farting in the bath is the start to the weekend you didn't know you needed.

[LeitzaElizabeth @LeitzaElizabeth]

@OliLondonTV Couldn't get thru 15 sec. And thanks, I use to like a Big Mac couple times a year.....not anymore

[LeitzaElizabeth @LeitzaElizabeth]

@WatchdogTh96012 Wtf???

[Amy Winehouse UK @amywinehouse_uk]

On this day in 2003, Amy released her debut album ‘Frank’ in the UK, introducing the world to a truly original talent. 🩷🤍

‘Frank’ laid the foundations for an extraordinary career and remains a testament to the talent that made Amy one of a kind. 🎸

#AmyWinehouse #AmyForever

[Keira Connolly @keira_con]

“The workshop is warm, the heater is on, and this is OUR bed.

Unless you’re here to announce that dinner has been brought forward, we fail to see why this meeting couldn’t have been an email.

Now put the camera down, human. You’re letting the heat out.” ��🐾

[LeitzaElizabeth @LeitzaElizabeth]

@Beanmimo And I love you

[Edward Elderman @edwereddie]

Norma Jeane(MM)pin-up shot

[The Beatles Legacy @TheBeatlesPMcC]

Lors de sa dernière interview, Paul McCartney a craqué. C'est tout simplement la première fois qu'il craque en public après 65 ans de carrière.
Paul est d'une génération et d'une culture où on apprenait aux enfants à ne jamais se plaindre et à ne pas montrer leurs émotions en public. Dés la mort de sa mère, alors qu'il n'avait que 14 ans, les consignes familiales étaient claires, les enfants McCartney ne devaient pas s'apitoyer sur leur sort. S'ils pleuraient, c'était dans leur chambre, pas en public.
La vie de McCartney sera jalonnée de beaucoup de drames. La mort de son père, il n'avait que 34 ans, celle de Mal Evans, la mort de John Lennon bien sûr, celle de Ivan Vaughan, son meilleur ami avant John, la mort de Linda, sa femme et la mère de ses enfants, celle de Harrison, celle de George Martin. Et j'en oublie.
Il avait beaucoup pleuré selon ses proches. Mais jamais devant nous. On lui reprochera même son manque d'émotions à la mort de John. C'était tellement mal connaître McCartney.
L'évocation de Linda aura donc fini par faire craquer en public cet homme de 84 ans. Et c'est certainement parce qu'il a 84 ans qu'il a craqué. Parce que c'était Linda aussi. Parce que le temps passe surtout.
Savez-vous d'ailleurs quelle était la chanson préférée de Linda ? Certainement l'un des titres les moins connus de son mari. Mais une foutue super chanson effectivement.
"Daytime Nightime Sufferring", Wings, 1979.

[Petronella Wyatt @PetronellaWyatt]

Happy Wednesday!

[LeitzaElizabeth @LeitzaElizabeth]

@ChrisF12990017 And good morning

[🔴⚽️⚪️Deb⚪️⚽️🔴 @Deb69022064]

Marilyn photographed by Arthur ‘Weegee’ Fellig at Jones Beach Pool, Long Island. 1949 💋
#MarilynMonroe

[LeitzaElizabeth @LeitzaElizabeth]

@keira_con Right

[Edward Elderman @edwereddie]

“My trouble is, I trust people too much. I believe in them too much and I go on believing in them when the signs are already there. You get a lot of disappointments.” ~ Marilyn Monroe to WJ. Weatherby ("Conversations With Marilyn")
📷 by Ed Feingersh, March 1955.

[Amy Winehouse Updates @AmyTweethouse]

Amy Winehouse photographed by Jay Brooks, 2004 🤍
#AmyWinehouse

[Benjamin Moore @Beanmimo]

The Neighbourhood Queen Feline feasting on Catmint, notices me and then casually comes in for the kill.

[Living Abundantly. ... @ChrisF12990017]

Good night lovelies! …

[Laura W. @BumpstockBarbie]

How can you NOT believe in God when octopuses dream and otters have a favorite rock they carry around in a little skin pocket and cows have best friends and bees are out there communicating the coordinates of flowers through dancing and they have regional dialects?

Cats are purring at frequencies associated with bone healing? Forests get absolutely incinerated and respond by growing flowers? Dolphins literally invent names for themselves and yell them across the ocean? Penguins are waddling around Antarctica looking for the perfect rock to give their partner?

CROWS REMEMBER YOUR FACE. THEY TELL OTHER CROWS ABOUT YOU. THEY TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN HAVE GENERATIONAL BEEF WITH A BIRD. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS.

Goats have accents. Rats laugh when you tickle them. Elephants mourn their dead. Whales make songs and then OTHER WHALES LEARN THE SONG and suddenly everybody across the ocean is singing the new song.

Monarch butterflies are born knowing how to fly thousands of miles to a place they have never been.

Sea turtles hatch out of an egg, immediately sprint toward an ocean that they have never seen, disappear into it for like 3 decades and then somehow come back to the same beach they hatched on.

Birds can see colors that we humans can’t see. There are colors out there right now that we don’t even get to know about.

There are sea slugs that eat algae and use the chloroplast/chlorophyll and then are just like…photosynthesizing. And they’re super adorable.

There are mushrooms communicating underground. There are seeds sitting in the dirt for decades like “no actually I will wait. It’s fine.”

Squirrels plant trees because they forget where they put their snacks. Relatable.

A CATERPILLAR GOES INTO A LITTLE BAG THAT IT CREATES ITSELF AND DISSOLVES MOST OF ITS BODY INTO ORGANIC GOO AND REARRANGES ITSELF, GROWS WINGS AND THEN LEAVES. WHY IS THIS NOT MORE BEAUTIFULLY TERRIFYING TO PEOPLE??

And you’re telling me a tiny acorn knows how to become a huge tree? It just has a blueprint inside itself?

Your body started as ONE CELL.

ONE.

And that cell divided itself into a brain that can think about its own existence and eyes that can look at stars and hands that can hold somebody else’s hands and a heart that runs on electricity without you even asking it to?

The iron in our blood was made inside a star??

We are walking around on a wet rock covered in bioluminescent oceans and singing whales and laughing rats and birds holding lifelong grudges and flowers exploding out of fire and somehow we’re supposed to act like this is a normal place to live?

We’re supposed to act like this is all just a random, accidental sequence of events?