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There once was a Missy who blogged, And hours of drawing she logged. With Lennon and Daltrey she always is sultry, But sometimes her thinking gets clogged.
~~description courtesy of buddy courtney (giraffefeather.tumblr.com)~~

My name's Missy. I'm 19. In college majoring in Vis. Arts Ed. with a minor in theatre.

Drop a request in my inbox if you ever want me to draw something for you! Because I will!

x

gandalfdiyentirbuson:

Happy b-day Freddie, the show still goes on !

mrsdavyjones:

I may not have a lot of friends, but the ones I do have are the best in the world. I love you guys.

yoursunnygirlfriend:

Nothing can come between a man and his maracas.

(via The Monkees Live Almanac)

apanelofanalysts:

Eric Clapton and Keith Richards

giraffefeather:

(Alright anotherclassylady, you can thank mrsdavyjones for this request for fluff! Reintroducing… John Lennon and Missy!)

It had been at least five minutes since either of them had looked away.  Lost in each other eyes, they sat next to each other on the bed, the cushy blankets allowing them to sink into it.

Finally, John broke the silence.  ”You have beautiful eyes, love.”

She smiled and blushed.  ”I say you do.”

"No," he whispered, placing a hand rough with guitar calluses on her cheek, cupping her face and pulling her close, "You."  Before she could reply, he touched his lips to hers, effectively silencing any words she once had.  The gentle kiss became more passionate, and his other hand went to her side, wrapping around her waist and pulling her body close so she was on his lap.

Missy wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the skin and the muscles below.  She pressed against him, his warmth soaking through both of their clothes so she could feel it.

She felt them tipping to the side, towards the soft bed, but didn’t care.  They landed on the cushioned mattress, still wrapped together, pulling each other closer, their mouths still intertwined.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air, but not letting go.

John spoke first.  ”Missy, I think I love you.”

With a dreamy smile still playing on her face, Missy replied, “Johnny, I think I love you, too.”

He squeezed her into a bear hug.  ”I changed my mind.  I know I do.”

She smiled and whispered into his ear.  ”Me too.”

AAAAAAHHH!!! OHMYGOD I AM HUGGING AND SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW!!! IM DYING OHMYGOSH I AM NOT LIVING!!! SOMEONE HELP ME! COURTNEY YOU FLOOFINHEIMERDIGGLESHIT I LOVE YOU!! DEARIE ME

dirtymonkeefics:

Peter and his banjo. Photo by Henry Diltz.

insanity-and-vanity:

"The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long; you’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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