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Fleetwood Mac on stage at the Capital Centre in Largo, MD - July 27, 1976. Photos by Paul Kasko.

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I didn’t know this existed. WOW!!

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NORMALISE KISSING YOUR EX

HUSBAND TENDERLY ON

THE CHEEK EVEN 35

YEARS POST

DIVORCE

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This is a comment on an upload of Fleetwood Mac's Silver Springs from their 1997 live concert. You know the one. If you don't, well...

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Can‘t wait for this new doc and all the promised “never before seen footage“ — I hope it‘s good!

In the meantime (😝) … here‘s Chris with a Koala 🐨

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Well, well, what an exciting time to be a Fleetwood Mac fan…

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My blog is about honesty, but who cares about that hu? I guarantee you this post will get maybe three likes or none. It‘s fine. I‘m doing this for me I guess?

Honesty? I feel really sad about my life right now and instead of facing it I look at pictures of her and get even sadder. She deserved so much more happiness in her life because she was such a wonderful person.

Honestly, how would I know? I didn’t know her. Pretty pathetic, hu? Still, sometimes she makes me happy — thinking about knowing her, what a cool person I think she was. Sometimes I wonder if she would have liked me…

What does it matter though? She‘s gone and I‘ll probably delete this post tomorrow morning because I can’t bear the honesty.

I should focus on reality instead of hiding behind headcanons and fanfiction.

Screw you honesty. Screw you!

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What kind of sorcery is this?

I finally had myself convinced to give this Biography a try and now it arrives on …

… exactly the second anniversary of her passing.

This book better be good!! 😢

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Reading my favourite fic again and I’m already crying!!! You know who you are!!!!!!!! 🥲🥲🥲

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Enigmatic bassman, John McVie of the aspiring rock-blues band Fleetwood Mac, arriving back home on Heathrow Airport in 1969 after a successful run in America, being welcomed by his sweet-singing wife Christine McVie née Perfect herself playing and singing in the blues band Chicken Shack.

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I love how Fleetwood Mac is basically two witches, their boyfriends and a tall guy

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Christine in 1975.

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This article shattered me to pieces!!

I’m curious about that book now.

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A SONG??

John, she wrote almost every single fucking song about you are you deaf????

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reasons not to be in a band with your lover: rumours (1977)

reasons to be in a band with your lover: rumours (1977)

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Just because …

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Fleetwood Mac in the studio in early 1975. Photo by Herbert Worthington.