Aka nerdchella was this weekend
Deals on some Dark Phoenix, TMNT, and original batman comic sets.

Just a bunch of Jibberish

You forgot about Dre


scw&bwscw&b, 2014


scw&bwscw&b, 2014



o n e o f m y b l o g s p o t s

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Growing up, I didn’t read novels by women. It’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s almost like I didn’t think that I needed to or, I guess, I didn’t know that I needed to. I was perfectly happy in a world contained by men. I adopted the posture of the brooding male as my own. I was Salinger, I was Kerouac, I was any male protagonist in a novel that one of my boyfriends recommended. I didn’t know that there was a specific female sadness so I was content with relating to a generalized one. And in a way, reading these novels was less of a way to relate and more of a way to learn how to be the type of girl that these male novelists liked. One of my first ambitions wasn’t to be a writer – it was to be a writer’s muse.

—Gabby Bess, in Dazed (via electric-cereal)

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

—Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via wordsnquotes)

fear of commitment

I can only be vegan 89% of the day, sometimes I need buffalo wings.

I hear staccato synth music pump through my spacecraft’s speakers

Why do you hide?

You want to look pleasant

Bottled thoughts

Fake words of endearment

Fake compliments about stuff you don’t like

Be free

You’re not real

You don’t miss them

Fake phone calls

Fake conversations about nothing

You’re just going to say what’s annoying about them after they’re done

Fake plans

Just tell them why you hate them 

Maybe it will encourage them to be better

Why do you want someone in your life that is afraid of change anyway?

Why are YOU afraid of change?

Be Youuu


Robbie Rivera - Float Away (Original Mix) - TranceAwoken




Today in Art History
July 19, 1834

Impressionist forefather and multimedia artist, Edgar Degas, is born in Paris, France. Degagé? More like Degas-chic!

Jolly good fellow! Happy 180th, Edgar! 

More art history

This is what the moon looked like the day I was born. The best gift I have ever received xx

This is what the moon looked like the day I was born. The best gift I have ever received xx

Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

—Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)





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