#freckledencourager

Thanks heyitsmarcobodt for tagging me :)

I gave up on 'which would be my Hogwart's House' a long time ago because I have traits from all the houses and every possible test I take sorts me into different houses each time so yeah

But since I have a Jean that's a Slytherin on HERE (go check out, really), I just set it as my wallpaper and here it is.

That's a rare thing tho because I mostly have horses as my background. But well.

I tag:

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Always post the rules: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Tag 11 new people. Message the people you’ve tagged to let them know that you’ve tagged them.

1. What was your last kiss like?

To be honest I'm not entirely sure if it was my last kiss but it's the last one I remember (and oh god I do remember it so clearly), so I don't think anything else really counts ;) It was exciting and angsty. Yep. And almost a year ago now, so way to long ago, if you ask me!

2. What are you bad habits?

Glasses. As in drinking glasses. I leave them damn everywhere and never take them back to the sink where they belong, not until my room looks lik a cupboard.

3. What is your favourite song right now?

Papaoutai - Stormae. I love it with passion, it breaks my heart and don't even get me started on Stormae overall. Plus French. God, I love French. I need to get better at it.

4. Do you miss anyone from your past?

I do. Many people actually... But I miss who they were, not who they are now....

5. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I would like to not to have given up on art when I was a kid.

6. Where are you from?

Poland!

7. Are you proud of your country?

I'm proud of what my country used to be, not of what it is now... -sigh-

8. How’s your love life?

I keep on telling myself as I try to heal myself from a crush that can never be.

9. Five things you really like about yourself

My imagination. My English skills. My strength. That little bit of 'daring motherfucker' I get to be sometimes. Oh, and my body. I really like my body.

10. What type of beauty and personality turns you on? 

czerwik's. Ahahaha, umm, yes sooooo...

What turns me on is passion. I love people with passion for something, or many things. The more the better! With hobbies and knowledge about it, people who pursue they interest no matter how abstract it might be, or how hard, or expensive or whatever other excuse world would like us to use. No. You love something? You DO IT. Because that's what shapes us, what makes us beautiful, what gives us experiences and happiness.

11. What do you think about green olives?

NEW QUESTIONS:

1. Where are you from? 2. Do you have any pets? 3. Your favourite artist? 4. Does patriotism mean anything to you? 5. Sword or bow? 6. Is art important for you? 7. It's summer soon, where do you like to swim most? 8. What is the one place you would go to instantly if you could, if nothing was stopping you? 9. Your love life? 10. Your passions/hobbies/interest? 11. Come up with your own question and ask it yourself! :D

12. Our muses were star-crossed lovers in a passed life, but in this life they are destined to never fully fall in love with anyone else, but they’ll never remember their pasts fully either.

Jean hated sleeping. Not because he felt groggy or weird when he woke up lots of people who claimed the same, or because he simply liked staying up like children do. It was his dreams he hated. He had never been a romantic person, but in his dreams, there was this man, a beautiful man who he had seemed to love, each dream being just another day in the lives of him and this man. But, every time, before he woke up, he would be staring down at the mans dead body, half of his upper torso missing. He didn't know his name, or even much of what he looked, all he knew was that for some reason, he shared a strong connection with this man.

The connection for this mystery man was even starting to hinder his normal life. Every time he saw black hair, or freckles, he couldn't help but stop and look at whoever it was, his mind always trying to see if he could recognize who it was. He never did.

Today, he was just walking down the street, going back home after a trip to the store, having to buy a couple cans of soup since he starting to have a little tickle in his throat, meaning he was going to be sick very soon. He was almost home when his plastic bag broke, the cans rolling away from him. Just his luck. He groaned as he bent over to begin picking them up, only to touch a tanned hand. He looked up to see who it was, and he couldn't believe his eyes. It was the man, the man from his dreams.