B l a c k b i r d singing in the dead of night Take these b r o k e n wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
;-; I just messaged an artist I admire, asking for critique on some lines. They read the message, but so far I haven't got a reply. I think I might have annoyed them. Or maybe they just dun like me. Or maybe I'm annoying. Or maybe my lines are terrible D;
Grrrr . . . . Real ticked with myself for losing the planning to a story I'm writing Now I have to try and remember all the fine details and start writing the story . . . dammit! Why did the death pattern for Nobody have to be so precise? Was the smiley face carved into the chest or the stomach? And how long did he wait before he tore out their hearts and devoured them? Or was it the eyes he ate . . . ? AAAARRRGGGHHH DX
I feel like such a derp, putting myself on my own art waiting list. But if I don't I'll either draw millions of bits for myself or just not draw for myself at all because I have no placing on my to do list.