Destination: Beautiful

It’s very difficult to imagine. I sometimes try to look into the future and stop myself doing it because it’s such a drag thought. Thinking about an old Beatle, or a grey-haired Beatle, or a spastic Beatle. But the thought of somebody coming up and saying “How old are you? and me saying “50” is a bit off-putting. You know what I hate about the thought of growing old? When I was 16 or 17, people kept saying to me: “Wait till you’re 20 or 24, and you’ll laugh at how you looked and behaved at 16. And bloody hell, they’re right. John Lennon (via venebelle)