"Love tastes like sake. Warm and bittersweet."
This coming elections, I think people should vote for Villar, Binay, Enrile and pretty much any of them candidates who’re in a political dynasty.
As a self-proclaimed political expert, I truly believe this is the only way to purge our government!
I can just imagine… with enough families in…
Skewed angle because I do not know how to take pictures. LOL. #drawing #sketches #superman #doodles #practice
Excuse me, I need to fangirl. #omg #raydillonfavoritedmydrawing #holyshit #sorryicantgetoverthis
Happy 75th Anniversary, Clark Kent/Superman/Kal-El and Lois Joanne Lane! Thank you for being part of my childhood! :D
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Supergirl x Wonder Woman for Justice Mag by Artgerm
I’m totally feeling Supergirl’s more, though.
Preliminary sketch of Batman’s trademark crouching atop a ledge pose. #batman #comics #sketches #doodling #practice #drawing
I wish I could do nothing else but draw until I die. #wonderwoman #comics #sketches #doodling #drawing #practice
Close up. It’s actually on a travel size moleskin journal. I can’t take the heftier sketchbooks with me these days because of an aching shoulder. #wolverine #sketches #comics #doodles #drawing #practice
Sketch I did while hanging out at Midtown Comics. #wolverine #comics #drawing #sketches #doodles #practice
Yes, you will find some of my stuff here, too.
(I totally need to update it, I know.)
David Mack & Neil Gaiman
I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write about desire,
Write beginnings, write of sin.
You’re the book I love the best,
Your skin only holds my truth.
You will be a palimpsest
Lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre,
Or be buried on the shelf.
You’re my letter to desire:
And you’ll never read yourself.
I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends.
You’re my tale of dreams and drama,
Let us find out how it ends.
Always inspiring.
True love happened to David in a bookshop.
And it happened on a Tuesday.
He would never understand what possessed him to enter that particular bookshop, and maybe later on, he would chalk it all up to Divine Intervention, and say that the stars had reached harmonic orbits to allow him to fall in love.
For now, he was perfectly content to remain where he was, basking in the realization that his world had just righted itself.
+ + +
David always believed in true love.
In the company of friends, he refused to broadcast this ideal because he was also quite sensitive to being teased about being a romantic.
“Girls don’t really fall for romance novel cliches anymore.” One friend of his was so quick to give out that piece of unsolicited advice the only time he’d been stupid brave enough to mention that some people still held out for true love.
“Come on man, get real. It’s the 21st Century and nice guys STILL finish last.”
(Which was something he hadn’t really asked to hear, but David shut his mouth and nodded anyway.)
+ + +
To be quite honest, he had fallen in love with her ankles first.
She was standing on a wooden stool, rearranging the wall of shelves and he had been fixated on how slender her ankles were. When she rose up on her toes, it was graceful and a thing of beauty. As she balanced precariously on the stool to reach a higher shelf, David held his breath and watched her she shelve the last few books in her arms.
When she turned around and hopped off the stool, he felt like he’d just been sucker-punched.
Because her ratty sweater and ripped jeans be damned, he could have sworn he heard music the moment she had turned to face him.
His goddess was, by definition, quite ordinary. Her hair was pulled back in that messy sort of way that indicated that she either had not figured out how to properly tie her hair back, or that she just didn’t care. Her face was a touch too narrow, but her eyes were the kind that seemed to always have laughter in their depths even when she was being serious.
Right now, they were regarding him carefully, and only when she frowned did he remember his powers of speech.
“Um…I need help,” David said.
She smiled. “Well, that’s what I’m here for.”
I hate the dark. I hate that moment when I have no choice but to close my eyes. I hate it when I lie in bed and the dark is swallowing me, drowning me, making me feel so small.
I tell myself “Pull the covers over you.” but that does nothing to dispel the blackness.
There’s a sound of a thousand wings that rushes towards me. Louder. So much louder.
It’s my heart beating, even as darkness overtakes reason and I am pulled into sleep.
“Sleep,” I tell myself, “and maybe that monster won’t be in your dreams tonight.”
Sleep and morning will make haste.
There’s a hand that clamps its cold fingers around my throat before I can scream.
And all I can hear is the sound of a thousand wings.
It gets harder every single day to be with you.
I have to sit through a movie where you are the narrator, and every sordid detail of the love story you’re writing with someone else is decorated with your smile.
It gets more excruciating day by day to pretend that I’m fine, and that no, that wasn’t the sound of my heart shattering again when you talk about learning to cook and redecorating your apartment for her.
There are times when I really wish I could hate you.
But in the end, I hate myself more.
You talk about building a life together - dancing in the rain, spontaneous weekend getaways, getting a dog or two.
And all I can do is sit there and smile.
One day, if I tell myself often enough, you will look at me the same way you look at her.
One day, I won’t just be someone in your life, but your whole life instead.
This was a status of mine on Facebook last November for Thanksgiving, and I find that it will always ring true every single day. Now that I have time to sit down and think about it, here’s what I’m most thankful for: 1. My life — It’s not all rainbows and sunshine, but it’s filled [...]
I cannot begin to describe how elated I was over getting to go to New York Comic Con again this year. Last year was amazing, and I have to admit, I planned for it better in terms of getting my 3-day pass earlier. This year, I almost didn’t get to go, but thanks to Divine [...]
It’s been a crazy month of work here at the Syrian Mission and as I write this, the 67th Session of the United Nations General Assembly is taking place. I am particularly worried about how Syrians are handling the crisis in their country, because quite a number of the speeches made at yesterday’s debate had [...]
It’s been a while since I last blogged. Life really has gotten busy, but I like being caught up in all this activity instead of having too much idle time. That’s when it gets dangerous, I often tell myself and my friends. We are creatures built to work, and to live fully, so every precious [...]
Seriously, please don’t kill me. I was just sad that Captain America was still loveless in The Avengers. I’ve also developed a serious crush on Chris Evans and his eyebrows so blame it on the man’s sexiness. Then I sketched this girl that seemed to have a rather unearthly beauty by the time I finished inking. [...]