two of us by michael lindsay hogg save me
of course i fell in love with him. he is sopping wet and miserable
dreamt last night that 1964 Paul McCartney came out to me personally as non-binary and expressed his desire to be known from then on as Paul McCarthey, and then, with his whole mop-topped liverpudlian chest, he went:
βItβd jus be making the n a little taller, yβknowβ
-Paul McCarthey
πΆβοΈ ππ§οΈ rain stops, goodbye
another redraw! this time based off this photo shoot, but specifically this colorized version!
waddles in........
sgt pepper ponies
GUYS WHICH ONE DO YOU PREFER GUYS GUSY GUSY SOMEONE HELP
I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not crying I'M NOT CRYING I'M NOT CRYING I'M NOT-
truly no one does it like mclennon when it comes to literary devices. paul and john being narrative foils, both insanely creative and competitive to a fault? the dramatic irony of john being able to recognize paul's music from MULTIPLE FLOORS down in the dakota while paul thought john hated his guts? the imagery of paul trying to pull tape of his bass while talking to john in dreams? the symbolism of paris (the city of love) being the happiest memory they'd both reminisce about in future years? the foreshadowing of "think of me now and then, old friend"? the tragedy of "all my loving" allegedly playing over the hospital pa the minute john died? its honestly stomach turning and the worst part is that all of that literally, actually happened
π₯π lil Ringo with an octopus pal! this is my part of an art trade I did with @eepysnow ! hope you like it β¨
Sea Of Holes