Blogden Nash

I'm Andrea. I'm 22, and I'm an English major at SUNY Geneseo. I'm an aspiring writer and improv comedian, and future teacher.

“My mother used to say to me, ‘You can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you.’ And these words played and bothered me, I didn’t really understand them until finally I realised that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume. It was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant by saying that you can’t eat beauty is that you can’t rely on beauty to sustain you.

“What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul

—   Lupita Nyong’o (via phantogrampandora)

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dan-mcneely:

tangarang:

dan-mcneely:

okay so the other day i was walking downtown with my friend and a guy came up and asked for 50 cents to get a bus ticket. I said sure and started looking through my bag for my wallet and he just kept asking even though i had said yes, bartering with something in his hand.  

"i just need 50 cents. for a ticket. just 50 cents for a tic-here. i’ll sell you this for it. its my good luck charm. i’ll sell it to you for fifty cents!"
"dude its fine i got you covered you don’t gotta do that"
"no, I want to. im selling this to you. its lucky."
"im just trying to find quarters man no biggie!"
"i am selling you this. i want you to have it. it means a lot to me"

the second i handed him the quarters he pressed this into my hand and walked away very quickly, calling over his shoulder how it was mine now and how important it was. it’s solid metal and weighs at least five fucking pounds.
im about 100% certain it’s fucking cursed and he could only get rid of it by selling it so if i vanish out of nowhere that would be why.

aria getting cursed ass fuckin satan relics and youve only been in portland for like a month slow down.


shit i swear i didn’t make up for notes cause if i did id make it sound less bogus part ii: electric boogaloo

the day after this happened, the friend i’d been out with, ganon, was at a bus stop when he was approached by a man with a wooden staff, a metal staff, two pairs of sunglasses, and no shoes. he asked if he was real or another hologram, and if he could touch him to be sure. once satisfied, the man talked about how he was a time traveller, chatting about regan and referring to cars as buffalo.
before he took his leave, he tried to sell ganon this broken wooden flute before giving up and just giving it to him. it smells like incense on the inside?
also, we tried to make a staff or wand or something out of the two but i think it just looks silly.

(size comparison: the laptop is about 18” width)

dan-mcneely:

tangarang:

dan-mcneely:

okay so the other day i was walking downtown with my friend and a guy came up and asked for 50 cents to get a bus ticket. I said sure and started looking through my bag for my wallet and he just kept asking even though i had said yes, bartering with something in his hand.  

"i just need 50 cents. for a ticket. just 50 cents for a tic-here. i’ll sell you this for it. its my good luck charm. i’ll sell it to you for fifty cents!"

"dude its fine i got you covered you don’t gotta do that"

"no, I want to. im selling this to you. its lucky."

"im just trying to find quarters man no biggie!"

"i am selling you this. i want you to have it. it means a lot to me"

the second i handed him the quarters he pressed this into my hand and walked away very quickly, calling over his shoulder how it was mine now and how important it was. it’s solid metal and weighs at least five fucking pounds.

im about 100% certain it’s fucking cursed and he could only get rid of it by selling it so if i vanish out of nowhere that would be why.

aria getting cursed ass fuckin satan relics and youve only been in portland for like a month slow down.

image

shit i swear i didn’t make up for notes cause if i did id make it sound less bogus part ii: electric boogaloo

the day after this happened, the friend i’d been out with, ganon, was at a bus stop when he was approached by a man with a wooden staff, a metal staff, two pairs of sunglasses, and no shoes. he asked if he was real or another hologram, and if he could touch him to be sure. once satisfied, the man talked about how he was a time traveller, chatting about regan and referring to cars as buffalo.

before he took his leave, he tried to sell ganon this broken wooden flute before giving up and just giving it to him. it smells like incense on the inside?

also, we tried to make a staff or wand or something out of the two but i think it just looks silly.

image

(size comparison: the laptop is about 18” width)

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sexydavestrider:

I remember when people first realized how much funnier these comics were just without Garfield’s dialog, which Jon was never able to hear anyway. Garfield only ever communicated to us readers in thought balloons, after all. What we’re seeing here is Jon’s canonical reality.

Every cat owner ever.

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robshoy:

whitestepmom:

 

Oh my god.

stand-up-comic-gifs:

We want Jason to win. Mass murdering monster, but he’s no bigot. (x)

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petitsirena:

WHITE FEMINISM

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dion-thesocialist:

"date a girl who reads"

instructions were unclear. dating 80s professional wrestling star butch reed.

letthewordsfallout:

What’s better than a Wegmans sub? Not much.

(via fuckyeahwegmans)

chrisriddellblog:

Love.