cattletyrants:

we stank of hair dye and ammonia.
we sealed ourselves away from view.
you were looking at the void and sat unblinking.
the best that I could do was to train my eyes on you.
--the mountain goats, "dinu lipatti's bones"

vulturer asked you:

hiiiiiiiiiii can i request davesprite/rose from you, you beautiful person you

of course! UvU

although i have neither sense nor restraint when it comes to coloring

my condolences to your retinas