#ummm... yeah

...so now I'm stuck drawing sexy man and sexy women and haven't even remotely tried improving anything else.

Tagged by @rabbits-of-negative-euphoria like a month ago, but I’m doing it because I just found it in my notes now and it looks fun.

1. Have you ever written in an unusual place?

Nope. I’m constantly “writing” in my head though, so if that counts... yes...

2. The word/phrase you know you overuse, but can’t get rid of it. The word “replied”. I hate dialogue. 

3. Do you keep notes? Do you have a notebook? I have multiple files on my computer full of notes. No notebook though, it’s too cluttered. 

4. What’s the hardest part of a fic to write for you (angst/fluff/smut, exposure/plot twist/ending)? “Romance. I keep trying to look up tips for writing romance, but all that comes up is how to write *romance novels* which is the very last thing I want to do.”

Sorry for stealing your words, Hadlai, but THISSSSSS

I struggle with other emotional stuff too. 

5. Have you ever based something in your fic on your personal experience?  What was it?

Not really. I tend to always have one character that reacts similarly to me though, does that count?

6. What’s that one fic you want to write but somehow know you never will?

Harry Potter in a spy school. 

7. What do you usually do when you procrastinate? Tumblr/YouTube

8. What’s the funniest typo you’ve made? I have the most mundane typos ever. 

9. Do you listen to music when you write?  What kind? I put on Metallica sometimes. I dunno. Master of Puppets really gets me in the zone I guess. 

10. Your favorite comment a reader has left on your fic? I don’t write fic, but my favorite comment on a crackfic I wrote for my friend was “He gets his defining scar from a squirrel attack? That’s so sad!” (or something along those lines). It was funny because she didn’t understand it wasn’t canon.

I saw it.

 The caterpillar worked hard

Beneath the trees,

Within the shadows it grew strong.

Until that fateful day,

Creating a cocoon it protected its self,

Preparing for the dawn.

Yet what left was not the same.

Change is necessary.

That was no surprise,

But what happened when it flew away?

With beautiful colours shimmering

Gleaming in the sun,

Never to return.

No tears were wasted,

 No broken heart,

Just An empty shadow lingered.

Time passes.

But I remember.

That beauty was fleeting,

Lasted a day or two.

External beauty may shine bright

But none remember the caterpillar.

Why would they?

Small, unnoticed,

Waiting for it’s time to shine.

But the beauty was always there.

Inside the heart.

We are all the same in the end,

The world portrays us different

Some beauty is shown

Some hidden away

But it is there always.

Never to leave,

Only the lies of reality cover us

Until we drown

Until we see nothing but an empty shell

A shadow of the past.