I can't believe it's pretty much been 5 years since I started writing this (and definitely at least 4 since I finished it).
Occasionally I'll sit and read through some of the comments left on here and honestly, some of you guys are way too much. Your comments (combined with how terrible my writing was) make me laugh so hard.
I haven't really written many stories since I finished Ink, instead I turned to poetry tbh. I don't think I even have the ability to write such fiction anymore unfortunately haha.
This is such a cliché story and it amuses me that so many of you guys were able to predict what would happen (although it definitely doesn't surprise me).
Anyway, that's about it from me. Just thought I'd pop in and say hi, reminisce about the fandom that was my teenage years and about how things have changed so much. They weren't kidding about how fast life passes you by.
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FanfictionThe crinkles by the eyes. The dimple by the smile. When you're drawing somebody, you begin to notice every little detail about them. But do you begin to love them little details, or do you prefer the bigger picture...
