so while walking around New York City and interviewing people for a friend’s anthropology project, I met Dylan and Cole Sprouse.
we went into a diner to stop for lunch and they were sitting a few tables away from us. so i asked really awkwardly if i could ask them a few questions for our project while they waited for their food, and they invited me to sit down with them.
they immediately launched into a sarcastic, rapid-fire, back-and-forth banter that i could hardly keep up without laughing my ass off. it was awesome. they were awesome. dear tumblr i just want to tell you that i sat down in a diner with the Sprouse twins and they were absolutely awesome.
As I stood front of my favorite Beatle, the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! “John, ” I said, “are your contacts bothering you?” “No,” he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, “I have them too!” I confided. He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. “Are yours bothering you?” he said with a straight face. “No.” I stammered and then we both laughed. “They’re good aren’t they?” John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. “But your eyes are prettier than mine.” John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks. “Hey” John said with a slight laugh. “Don’t cry or they’ll wash away!” I smiled through my tears as I blurted, “John you’re my favorite.” He smiled warmly, gave my hand a final shake and said, “You’re my favorite.” —The Girl Who Got To Meet The Beatles (Datebook Magazine Winter)
This nigga musta been high as fuck
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people who have perfect bodies but eat junkfood and don’t exercise is the reason I hate everyone