![]() ![]() So she does that, and sings all night until she DIES from BLOODLOSS. After asking every rose in the garden where she can get a red rose, the white one finally says that if she pierces her heart on its thorns and sings to the moon all night, she can get a red rose. “Oooh there’s this lady who’s booty is rockin but she won’t go out with me unless I have a red rose! Booohoo” so the nightingale takes it upon herself to get him one. ![]() Once upon a time there was a nightingale that loved this human guy, and overheard him lamenting in the garden one day. Here, let me tell you the story so your life can be sad: This is an illustration I did for the Oscar Wilde story, the Nightingale and the Rose, which is HELLA DEPRESSING. ![]()
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