… or maybe it’s just stupidity.

Personally, I don’t like to spend too much time on one picture, revising it over and over until I’m satisied. Instead, I prefer to use the time to draw many different pictures because I believe that it’s better practice since one gets to draw certain things again and again. Like, you draw many different arms, instead of polishing just one and the same arm.

“Visionary feminism is a wise and loving politics. It is rooted in the love of male and female being, refusing to privilege one over the other. The soul of feminist politics is the commitment to ending patriarchal domination of women and men, girls and boys. Love cannot exist in any relationship that is based on domination and coercion. Males cannot love themselves in patriarchal culture if their very self-definition relies on submission to patriarchal rules. When men embrace feminist thinking and preactice, which emphasizes the value of mutual growth and self-actualization in all relationships, their emotional well-being will be enhanced. A genuine feminist politics always brings us from bondage to freedom, from lovelessness to loving.” 

― bell hooks


Adam POV

I was heading home early from the studio, I had been staying late all days for the last two weeks since I was trying to put out about 8 songs this year and I wanted to finish them as soon as posible, but today I was feeling a little off, I was so tired and every inch of my body was sore, I just wanted to go to bed and rest a little.

I opened the door of Taylor´s house since we were preactically living here now and heard loud music coming from the kitchen so I made my way over there, I stood on the doorframe for almost 5 minutes watching Taylor cooking singing and dancing to the beat of the music until she finaly turned around and saw me staring.

“Hey baby! You´re home earlier!” she walked to me with a huge smile on her face “how was the studio?”

Taylor POV

I decided I would have an early dinner tonight, I was in a really good mood and started cooking dinner while dancing to some music. I turned around and saw Adam standing in the doorframe, as the biggest smile appeared in my face, lately he was so busy in the studio and we haven´t had much time to spend together, just in the mornings when he wakes me up to say goodbye or we have breakfast and he usually comes home late when I´m sleeping.

“Hey baby! You´re home earlier!” I said making my way to his arms “how was the studio?”

“Hi” He said quietly opening his arms for me, a weak smile forming in his lips, he was a little paler but I shook it off and hugged him,“it was fine” I stood in my tiptoes to kiss him and hugged him again, hearing him sniffle a little.

“Are you hungry? I was just making dinner.. just some pasta”

“No thanks, I think I´m gonna go to bed I´m really tired” He sat down on the table and rested his head on his hands, massaging his temple

“Are you feeling okay? You´re a little pale” I started rubbing his shoulders feeling the tension on the muscles

“Hmmm.. its so good” He closed his eyes and linned on the chair enjoing the feeling of my hands on his back “My back has been killing me today” Sudenly he let out a loud sneeze making me jump a little by the sudden noise.

“Bless you!” I handed him a tissue and continued massaging his back “I think you´re coming down with something babe, why dont you go to bed and I´ll make you some tea or soup?”

“Yeah, I´m feeling a little off since the morning, I´m fine tough, just need to rest” I pressed a kiss on his hair and moved his head so I could kiss is lips too

“Okay, now go to bed mister, you need to get better” I winked at him and let him get up “So, what do you want to eat? I´ll take it upstairs”

“Umm, some soup would be good baby, thank you” I pressed my lips to his one last time and told him I would go upstairs when the soup was ready


“Baby? Are you sleeping?” I asked as I opened the door carring a tray with our dinner, some soup for Adam and pasta for me.

“Hm? No, I was just lying here” He said rubbing his eyes, he was obiously sleeping. We ate dinner and talked a little, I could tell Adam was feeling worse by the minute, he was exausted and told me he had a strong headache.

“Here, take this” I handed him a pill and a glass of water, “You´re feeling worse?” I put my hand in his face feeling he had a fever “You´re a little warm, honey, I think it´s a fever”

He groaned and rolled over, oviously hating the idea of being sick. I made my way to my side of the bed and made sure he was confortable, and gave him a sweet kiss

“I´m going to get you sick love” He told me pulling me away, I gave him a funny look and kissed him again, getting comfortable and ready to sleep.


The next day was spent by us cuddling all day since Adam wasn´t feeling any better. She didn´t let him being sick stop her from kissing him and being close to him, she just wanted to make him feel good, altough she didn´t know that a day later she would be stuck in bed with a fever and a sore body.


Taylor POV

I woke up the next day with the worst headache I´ve had in a long time, my body was also sore and soon a coughing fit took me by surprise, making me realise that my throat was hurting too.

“You ok there?” Adam´s thick accent spoke in my ear, his voice sounding slightly horase

“don´t know, I think I´m sick too” I let out a sneeze and grabbed a tissue from the beside table “I´m defintly sick too” he laughed a little but soon he started coughing too, both of us choking with laughter and coughs.

We decided to sleep a little longer since it was early and neither of us was feeling good, by the time I opened my eyes again a wave of nausea rushed over my body and I had to run to the bathroom to empty my sick stomach

“Tay? Love are you okay?” Adam opened the bathroom door and sat beside me, rubbing my back

“No, I feel horrible” I mummbled, it was the truth, there had been a long time since I was this sick, but I knew he wasn´t feeling very good either and didn´t wanna make him worry about trying to make me feel better too.

“You´re burning up love, lets get you in bed” He said as he put his hand on my forhead feeling I had a fever, and helped me got up and walk to bed


“´m sorry I got you sick” He told her that night as they were both lying in a bed covered of tissues, he was feeling slightly better, unlike Taylor, whose flu was at it´s higher, she had a fever and every inch of her body was sore, having caught it a lot worse than him

“It´s ok, dont worry ´bout it, what are a few colds shared between lovers uh?” she smiled in his chest and they fell asleep in eachothers arms, trying to recover from their sickness together.

The End

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