Ah yes, Donovan, my favorite poet from Scotland !
Donovan : "Potato Scrumblo you're so pretty-o, my sweet friend from the autumn sea you see"

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Ah yes, Donovan, my favorite poet from Scotland !
Donovan : "Potato Scrumblo you're so pretty-o, my sweet friend from the autumn sea you see"
Friends!!! I made an instagram account!! I will post my art and maybe some other things (plus infos on my potentially soon to be opened comissions!)
Feel free to give it a follow! I'd appreciate it! :)
Even tho I know that line in Down The Road Apiece is supposed to be about Charlie McCoy when I listen to the Stones' version I can't hear anything other than "a cat they call Charlie my boy" and for years before listening to Chuck Berry's one I was perfectly okay with Mick calling Charlie his boy
Do you fellow autistic/neurodivergent folks sometimes get that feeling when you remember a word or a thing and you start feeling weird because you get the impression you've heard of it somewhere recently and can't remember where it was or who told you about it or even if it was real or in a dream or
Oh my god guys Louis's at it again what will he do
Just realised my art blog's askbox headline might seem a little... menacing
What the heck is this thing I just found in my drafts
It's like I'm transitioning from my summer self to my winter self. Summer Louis wants to meet new people and experience new things and have sex and wear colorful shirts and smoke the i out of life and he listens to 80s songs on repeat and he wants to say "tu" to everybody even when he doesn't know them because we're all brothers and
Winter me is another person. He listens to jazz. Blues. Always drinks the same drink. He only wears pullovers and a long dark coat. He's lonely and likes it. He's just calm. He doesn't like new stuff. He wants to say "vous" to everybody because it's more polite.