Mom Calls Me Bryan, You Can Call Me Son.

20, College, and Arizona. These are my dreadlock chronicles.

I Would Never Sell Out

But I can’t help but to buy in.

BOOM, Blasted. Going on to two days… still waiting.

grapesnbananas:

whyisthishappening:

pussycrippler:

pertoleum:

funwithfire:

(via thankyousoulmate)


Oh my fucking god.

Oh shit this is good.

grapesnbananas:

whyisthishappening:

pussycrippler:

pertoleum:

funwithfire:

(via thankyousoulmate)

Oh my fucking god.

Oh shit this is good.

grapesnbananas:

whyisthishappening:

nikkilikesunicorns:

ahahaha

I just love these.

grapesnbananas:

whyisthishappening:

nikkilikesunicorns:

ahahaha

I just love these.

And fuck the rich-ass goldenboy who took a look at my project and said “I don’t see anything”. Someone’s gotta get stabbed.

I Am Blue

I feel like shit because the person who sits across from me has a project that’s almost identical to mine. We had no idea were doing similar projects. The teacher saw hers first and now it looks like I’m copying her.

Please do not tell me this whole weekend was a waste of time.

the toy room is how it is, not how it was 

scottfriday:

now it’s all empty shelving, but here’s what it looked like before.

oh yeah, and the top of my computer desk.

still don’t wanna see the movie.

nerd cred = intact.

Holy Shit, Friday, I’m impressed. Although I can’t help but to think of The 40 Year Old Virgin right now.

delacroix:

I don’t know who I was just talking to about werewolves and swinger parties. But they were awesome.

No YOU’RE awesome. It was my pleasure!

Aw Titter Totterz!

I’ve been so busy lately that I completely forgot about the Mastadon/Dethklok show. Damn you, college of design.

I Will Never Learn My Lesson.

Maybe it’s the collector in me but vague phrases like “soon” and “maybe” don’t sit well with me. But then again that doesn’t justify asking for an exact date and time for the two of us to exclusively hang out for the first time. But if this whole process were easy for me then I wouldn’t have anything to entertain you folks with.

Ignore that preposition at the end.

Love at first sight.

Love at first sight.

The project prototype that’s been the source of all my bitching these past two nights. It’s okay if it looks like nothing to you, it’s not finished.

Cause this is Thriller.

In case you’re out of the loop, last month I was a part of this “Zombies vs. Vampires” art project. What better way to celebrate the end of a shoot than some dancing?

Family Dinner When A Pair Of Breasts Appear On The Television

Me:
Boobies!
Mom:
Whoa, whoa!
Dad:
(shrugs) boobies.
Me:
What mom? It's a natural part of life.
Mom:
But it's not something I want to see, not with my son around!
Dad:
boobies.
Me:
Yeah, boobies.
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