everydayvagaries  asked:

uh uh I've been thinking of making a webcomic, is it ok if I use one of your fonts?? I know it's free n all but I didn't know if that was just for personal use or what

i’d actually rather that you didn’t!  i do have the monster pop! font i use up for free, but i mostly put it up just for casual use or for people who want to use it for mp! fanart and such.  but since it’s actually my handwriting i would feel kind of weird if it appeared in someone else’s comic.

thank you for respecting my wishes! you can make your own font here.


The essence of waiting is uncertainty.

Some lives have been led to nothing because of waiting. They spent their whole lives hoping that someday their wishes would eventually happen. Yet, not every wish does come true. They knew for themselves that the one they are waiting for is far beyond their reach. Fate has disappointed them. In spite of years of acquired strength and courage to face tomorrow, their optimism has been faltering. Yet, they hold on to that tiny bit of possibility that the universe would conspire to turn fate into their side. Nothing is sure when we wait. Waiting grasps all odds. Anything can happen within a minute, an hour, a day or a year. Waiting clothes us with uncertainty that neither our logical brain nor our proverbial heart can fathom. We cannot do something because we do not know yet which direction would we take. Waiting can foster feelings of excitement, thrill and hope. On the other hand, it may also nurture feelings of frustration, regret and failure. The more pliable choice is to expect the worst so we won’t be disappointed.

Pacquiao wins the WBO Welterweight Title! A lot have been complaining why Pacquaio won the fight and not Marquez, even fellow Filipinos. Well, it was a very close fight. But we must consider that when you are the one who challenges, you must AT LEAST go beyond the defending champion’s level. I think Marquez was able to put up a good fight and went parallel with Pacquiao’s level. In this case, when two boxers were of the same strength, the title rightfully goes to the defending champion. For Marquez to win, he must have had Pacquiao seem like a challenger. What actually happened is that Pacquiao stayed as he was, while Marquez raised up from his level. 

Not Much Of A Cliche

At the window the rain began to shimmer
Anticipating the fifth of November
Say I am a girl known by many names
But call me because beauty is thy fame

Everyone knows I’m something of a slasher
A conjurer, a dancer, a model, a whatever
Picking my own random flights of fancy
Driven to where the moon takes me

It’s about time I got my nose out of these books
Showing who I am and dreaming to live at Forks
Seeing myself do wildly romantic gestures
Not caring for the countless stories and murmurs

My secret quirks, joys and tears
I need someone who can love me for years
Someone who unsettles my everything
Puts me under spell without even trying

I flung myself in my queen-sized bed
Searching for the answers in my dusty head
Rummaged over my precious Louis Vuitton bag
Just in case I can find the long lost hug

I’ve talked to Cinderella and Prince Charming too
They’re an old bedtime story I’d like to wake up to
Being left with a pumpkin and some mice
There is more to me than meets your eyes

Holding my tiara while I go on singing
The wonderful memory of my magical evening
Move over Kate Winslet and stay that far
‘Coz I’m gonna be the next to win that Oscar

The heart has reasons that reason does not know
It’s hard for me to stay buts it’s harder to let go
I don’t love you know as I did yesterday
Gonna rock your world and I guess I’m on my way

Now the gray skies are here and the rain keeps pouring
Silent tears from my hazel eyes are falling
Waiting for that moment when to me he can say
“I love you”, being not too much of a cliche