Echoing bright, a song that she wrote.
With her words on a wandering dust mote.
Ere, maiden, verbose and profuse!
Echoing out over the refuse!
O lady battle sister of the bedroom couch!
Tell us again how your father's a grouch!
Lend us thy axe, and thy wondrous shout!
the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
Lonlon milk 🐮 #art #zelda (old art, 2023)
I really am always 2 bad social interactions away from posting a bunch of sad and cringe shit then immediately deleting it