You’re sixteen. You’re not supposed to know the answers to anything.
“Most teachers say I have messy handwriting but I’m just trying to write quickly so I can get it over with. The assignments don’t make sense. I’m not sure why our teacher is always saying ‘write about this’ or ‘write about that.’ If I decide to be an author, I’m not going to write about other people’s books or the play we just saw on a field trip. I’m going to write about monsters.”
Ron Swanson vs. Banana
“Being six is so hard. I have to go to school, and do math, and do a lot of words, and spell things, and take tests every Friday, and exercise, and play games that I don’t want to play. And mom says we’re going to have another baby soon, so it’s going to be crazy. We wanted a girl but we got a boy. I don’t even know what I’m going to do. I already have one brother who hits too much and goes everywhere without permission.”
I saw a fly crawling on the wall, and I said, “Wow! Suppose a person had the power to stick to a wall like an insect.” So I was often running and I thought, “What do I call him?” I tried Mosquito Man—that didn’t have any glamour. Insect Man—that was even worse. I went down the line and I got to Spider-Man! It sounded mysterious and dramatic. And lo, a legend was born!
Rest in peace, Stan Lee (December 28, 1922–November 12, 2018)
reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster
when it’s november 1st
Songs with the same bpm but played over different than original video tracks give me life
Bobby Caldwell’s very first performance of “What You Won’t Do For Love” is such a vibe.