I like pretty things.
I also like to make things that are pretty.
I am pretty good at making things.
I have a weird obsession with tragedy. Most things I write, whether it be music or poetry or story, are tragical. I see a great beauty in tragical things, and that’s why I like it. Or should I say, I like tactful tragedy, which is rare to find. Finding tactful tragedy is very difficult. It’s like trying to find a horror movie that is completely psychological with no goriness, or a romance novel that isn’t a slush pile of cringe-worthy disappointment.
I also really like cats.
They are my favorite, non-fantastical creature.