George Harrison

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mccartneymadness:

George Harrison at the Revolution fashion show, 1968

mccartneymadness:

George Harrison at the Revolution fashion show, 1968

✦ A Last Fire Will Rise ✦

The moment he agreed to eat, a discreet smile grew on Pattie’s lips: As he looked so awfully sick, she had feared that his appetite must have been affected by it. It was a relief to realize that at least this one thing about her husband hadn’t been affected, and she placed a loving kiss onto his forehead for this, as if she was complimenting him for his good behavior. With this slight feeling of relaxation, Pattie was about to stand up and prepare him a nice and warm vegetable soup, a change in her husband’s stance warned her.

His voice alone was enough to communicate her that he was in a lot of pain. George would rarely ever admit when he was feeling bad — she knew her husband very well; so the fact that he actually told her, with all words, that he wasn’t feeling well, increased her concerns tenfold. But then, at the sight of his face, twisting in agony, his words and how his voice sounded, Pattie felt a complete desperation taking control of her nerves. As it was, she had taken care of him before when he was sick: Her experience as an older sibling was quite helpful on that area. 

However, this one time, Pattie simply couldn’t diagnose what was going on with him. She was no doctor, after all, and the recent episode had her faith on them increasingly lowering. Regardless of that fact, though, it was understood that she would need to seek professional help to understand what was happening to George and what she could to for his convalescence to be as fast as possible. And as he started writhing and screaming in pain, Pattie didn’t hesitate and leaned for the telephone that was near them, to call an ambulance.

Her action, though, was soon stopped at the moment he grabbed her hand, and she accidentally dropped the telephone — her attention now completely turned to her husband. With great care, she approached him closer, placing the other hand onto one side of his face. He was breaking into a cold sweat, and she lightly blew onto his face, to try and bring him at least a small amount of comfort. “George, darling… what’s going on?” she asked and nuzzled his neck affectionately. Maybe these kinds of actions would help his body to relax a little bit, and give her time to call for a doctor. As he continued screaming in utter and complete pain, though, she placed a few kisses all over his face, while trying to whisper some comforting words for him, as one would to try and get an infant to sleep. “Shhh…. It’s alright, love, Pattie’s here-“

No matter his efforts geared toward lessening that horrid pain deep in the pit of his stomach, nothing brought him relief. Gestures of comfort; though they should have been of great help, were not. He appreciated all that his wife was doing for him, or trying to do, but it just wasn’t healing his pain. It frustrated him an enormous amount and he couldn’t even figure out what the underlying problem was. His head remained dropped back against the chair and he tried in vain to focus his eyes on the light in the middle of the ceiling, believing it would offer him a bit of control over the situation - but he was unable to do so. His vision had blurred some since the pain had returned. This was quite different, though. His insides were burning with the fire of a thousand suns and there was nothing he could do about it.

His body stilled some and he ceased convulsing as she spread the most tender of kisses over his face and neck. Her scent had heightened some and he longed to be nearer, though the two were already very close. His stomach clenched and he felt his muscles tighten. His hands were cold - he could feel that - but chose to act on impulse regardless. Raising them from the cushion on which he sat, he brought them up to her waist. For a minute and no more, he stared up into her eyes, tilted his head toward one shoulder and just watched. He did not offer up any words, nor did his expression change from one of melancholy. She would have no idea what was running through his mind; and he wanted it to be that way. This was a dangerous state to be in and though he was unaware of the full extent, he realised just how problematic this change in him could be.

When he was done looking over her face, his eyes travelled downward as his hands remained attached to the sides of her dress. Gradually, he was able to pull her just that little bit closer until his chair got in the way. There, he tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her forward, unable to hide his grin as she fell over him, though supported by her knees which rested on either side of his own. His hands did not move for some time; and he continued to watch for every change in her features that might indicate this was not appropriate, but he found none of that. Why would she want to be away from him anyway? Those tough times had been few and far between and even if he was sick, she wouldn’t deny him. “Forget cooking, kitten..” he breathed, his voice no longer dried out and sore as he pulled her face down to his level and blew on her lips.

"—I’d much rather taste you" he continued, guiding her head down until it rested comfortably on his shoulder. His hands travelled back down, where he held her sides firmly so she could not bounce up off of the chair and scamper away from him or what he was about to do. There was a craving he could not turn his back on; it beckoned him. His breath was cold as he moved from her lips, along her jaw and down to her neck; he knew it to be true as goosebumps formed as he moved along. Gently, he placed kisses up and down the length of her throat - a little nip here and there as he went, before stopping where her neck met her shoulder.

"I need you..” he whispered, feeling his teeth extend and his head roll back slightly before concentrating on what he had to do. “Only you..” he spoke, hushed tones colliding with the sudden change in atmosphere and the slight tremble that took over Pattie’s body; but he only held her tighter. “—can quench this thirst…” as soon as those words passed through his lips, he buried his teeth into her flesh as his arms wound around her waist, knowing she would struggle against him if he did not hold her down.

(Source: georgeharrisonbeatle)

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"Oh.. well, I’d probably tell you that I love you back."

If you’re in the shit, don’t go around moaning about it: do something about it.

George Harrison; in his autobiography, I Me Mine.

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Omg.

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Omg.

favouriteppl:

George Harrison. Photographer Baron Wolman and a writer were sitting in the reception area of the Beatles’ Apple Corps offices on Savile Row, waiting to interview and photograph George Harrison.
He appeared a few minutes early, plopped down on the couch and started reading a copy of Bob Dylan’s book, Don’t Look Back.
Baron Wolman,London, 1968

favouriteppl:

George Harrison. Photographer Baron Wolman and a writer were sitting in the reception area of the Beatles’ Apple Corps offices on Savile Row, waiting to interview and photograph George Harrison.

He appeared a few minutes early, plopped down on the couch and started reading a copy of Bob Dylan’s book, Don’t Look Back.

Baron Wolman,
London, 1968