Me: Feisty equine with a horn on my head that says "pointed." Hoofed feet for that devilish prance you love to watch. A swishy tail for when I'm feeling saucy. (Seriously. I covet sauce. I swish my tail an extra 62% when I'm indulging in sauce.)
You: Into sidelong glances. Horns. Sauce. Garments that slip comfortably over your head without buttons or zippers.
You know, easy.
portland , USA + Canada