irretrievcble
violet has never been shy or one to hold back anything, including her opinion as well so when she got the question what she was really thinking about the piece she had been standing in front of and observing for a while now, a sarcastic chuckle fell from her cherry lips as of a forewarning that she had not much positive to say about it. “are you kidding me? my dog barfs better masterpieces than this piece of trash.” slightly exaggerating, it wasn’t that bad. “i mean, i look at it and don’t get it you know. i have read the description and it’s just basic bullshit trying to give an explanation of.... this.” she gestured towards the work as if she didn’t find the any other degrading words to throw at it. “what do you think?”
