March 2010
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DamonHyphenRantz: Ethical Ethics →
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Are these worth it? →
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Let it out, honey. Let. It. Out.
For awhile my mind has been the blankest tablet. I’m not thinking about anything. I feel like the weird, eerie, white void on that episode of Sponge Bob when Squidward went too far into the future…
Recently I feel like there’s nothing behind my face. Okay. That makes no sense. Like, you know when you look at someone and their eyes look dead— and you think they’re...
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10 Most Overused Horror Flick Clichés →
(these are too true)
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Why is my future coming
Alright. So I just got back from this little college informational meeting at my school— and it freaked me the hell out, while somehow allowing me to relax about the entire situation. (By the way, it was freaky as hell seeing everyone’s parents; it made me thinking about the DNA variation unit in Biology, but anywayyy…)
My approaching future is freaking me the hell out because...
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Nobody can get the truth out of me because even I don’t know what it is. I...
– Colonel Flagg
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Yo Tumbz,
of sneaks you’ve open my eyes to a bunch of people. Tumblr, you made me think about the millions of different people that exist in the world. You’ve made me think about the millions of different people that exist in the world that are nothing alike at all. You’ve made me think aboout the millions of different people that exist in the world that are nothing alike at all that are...
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Damon-Photography: Macro Project →
Not my best project of all time, but I think the pictures are pretty descent. Plus, I edited all three of the pictures in less than 10 mins before the end of school. Enough disclaimer— check them out!
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Shaking my shad in shame
I’ve been saying: “My chick bad, my chick hood, my chick do stuff that your chick wish she would” and “Oh less do eht.. AYE.. Oh less do eht.. YEEEEHHH.. Swagga stoopid.. AYE” all fucking day long
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Six-Hundreth Post
As I think about all the pointless things to rant about for this even more pointless Six-Hundreth Post the song Season’s of Love is playing through my head, sung acapella by starving orphans. Why?
I’m actually really glad I found tumblr. I get a chance to be overly opinionated and self-centered daily. I think it’s help cut back on how much I’m like that in real life. Sort...
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Say "hello" to my new glasses →
They’re really not so much in person
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When life gives me a dick, I suck it
– Somala Diby (http://marseau.tumblr.com/)
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Live From Fourth Period (Again)
I’m here with my mans Sonia (http://sonezie.tumblr.com). I’m really trying to figure out where Eddie is— I swear he was here this morning. I’m getting really freaked out because this kid Ricky in my class is playing the craziest music and my journalism teacher Mr. Keegan is bobbing and singing along to all of it. Like the fucking song My Neck, My Back.
Not alright
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Digital Photography Bulb Exposure Project →
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An Account of March the Thirteenth
It was the day before my birthday. It was raining. I distinctly remember feeling that this day would be horrible. It wasn’t horrible, but things weren’t working in my favor that day at all. Isak, probably the most amazing friend I had during this time (only because she’s the only one who genuinely wanted me to have a good birthday experience), made sure that my day wasn’t...
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Linguistic Determinism
This fancy term is a smart way of saying language effects the way we experience the world, intereact with people, and think.
I thought this was the most interesting thing I’ve learned in Psychology all year. Only because I’ve been having a problem in essays I write for school, and the way I speak to Somala or something about my life or how I’m feeling or something. And the...
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