Ma Creative Blog

This is a blog. It's an outlet of all my creativeness..ness..nsss. Featuring writings, photography, music and possibly art. I hope you enjoy!Twitter/Instagram/Youtube:@Diryofdarren

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How Hashtags Changed the World in 2015

Hashtags have been around ever since the invention of Facebook and Twitter. Originating in a cool way to express feelings. Hashtags are a way of connecting a tweet or status through a link which shares a common connection. Throughout 2015 there have been many social alterations in culture and the hashtags have been there for it. The world has changed and in many ways it has become a lot darker and scarier. Through social media and hashtags it has shown that younger generations of today are standing together and creating some positivity. Today, hashtags are used when people talk about TV shows even to the extent that when a tweet is posted an emoticon appears at the end. For instance, during Eurovision each hashtag was an abbreviation of each country which then featured its flag. In 2015 #JeSuisCharlie became twitter’s most used hashtag ever. After the terrorist attacks in France the world came together through social media to show their support. ‘I am Charlie’ became the moto for everyone around the world so support those who were hurt or affected by what had happed. After Trayvon Martin’s death and trial for his own murder in 2012 the #BlackLivesMatter movement which really took hold in 2015 after police shootings in America. The world showed their support and a whole campaign was made in remembrance. Racism came into another form when Texas police arrested a 14-year-old Muslim boy for bringing a clock into school. #IStandWithAhmed trended around the world to show how obviously racist the incident was. Feminists called on the support of men through the #HeIsWe hashtag with celebrities like Emma Watson in the forefront. Along with this #NoMorePageThree trended nationally. Using its hashtag, it brought together all of its support from protest and online blogs into one space showing that people power can work and make a change. As more countries around the world legalised gay marriage #LoveWins trended, highlighted in Ireland. The world came together to show its support for equal marriage for all. As well as trending movements, showing support and changing the world, hashtags do have their comical sides. #BlackOrGold trended around the world and everyone argued over the colour of a dress. There are lots of people who say that the youth of today don’t see the world around them and have become narcissistic. Looking back at the hashtags over the past year, the youth of today have stood side-by-side to change how the world treats the oppressed and gave a voice to those who are voiceless.

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Sometimes you have to stop and take a look at your life. If your virtual identity and your real life identity blurring into one then you need to take a break. Just because you're popular online doesn't mean anyone IRL actually cares about you. Lots of people treat others like they're disposable just because they get a hundred likes on a status and a few comments. Real life interactions will always be more important and substantial then virtual ones.

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Hey! Check out this weeks video it's all about Gender!

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Check out last weeks video it's about mental health and my battle with it!

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Some picture of Dublin that I edited from yesterday

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Another two from the Halloween shoot! These were taken by Hayley and I just edited them on my iPhone 👍🏼

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Some edited pictures from a Halloween shoot I did yesterday Taken and edited by me :)

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Posts like this annoy me. As a gay community we’re meant to be accepting of one another… SO FUCKING WHAT if someone isn’t masculine? How the hell does it affect you and why the fuck do you think you can tell someone who to be? THERE IS NO such thing as “gayness”. Sexuality doesn’t play a part in your personality and characteristics. Plus, what does it mean to be a “dude”? You’re ignorant, stupid and following outdated gender stereotypes.

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Day 2 of Paris

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Day one of Paris

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Tattoos. Piercings. Hair dye.

Over the years I've had many additions to myself. An ear piercing in year 4, eyebrow in year 12, lip in year 13, my first tattoo 3 days after my 18th, 5 more by the time I was 19, a nose piercing; I've dyed my hair bleach blonde, brown and silver. I change and tweak my appearance a lot. I think they're are many reasons for it but the main one is that it's a healing mechanism. When something happens in my life that affects me in a big way I want to change myself, reinvent myself and my way of doing this is through slightly changing something about me in an (almost) permanent way. Although all of my tattoos have a story of their own (I'll write about that another day) they all have a bitter-sweet reason that they're there. All my piercings are there as an edit to my face. Each hair colour was meant to be a slightly different me. So far I don't think this has worked or happened. Changing my appearance doesn't change me or how I let the world effect me. However there is a different way I could look at it, every change an edit shows a growth in myself. To become someone I like and someone I'm proud to be won't happen over night and it won't happen all at once, each change I've made to myself proves that, I'm slowly but surely growing and living my life. And yes I've been hurt, broken, ostracised, forgotten and defeated but who hasn't? It not something that will stop, I think I will always be changing myself and adding to myself as long as I'm experiencing different things. I already have more tattoos in the pipeline, more hair colours that I want to try. I am my own experiment.

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A little bit of truth

I beg you to dislike me, there are SO many people out there who hate me, and yes I know a lot of it is my own fault but at the same time they don't know me and never will because when you do get to know me, past the bitchy, sassy, attention seeking, immatureness, I am a lovely kind, open, honest, caring person. Not making excuses but maybe if you thought about why I act the way I do and you'd understand where I'm coming from. I've been broken, ditched and left since I was a toddler; I've learnt that it's easier to push people away and let them in because I'm a walking disaster. I will bring you down and hurt you. Or if I don't you'll do that to me, I've heard so many times "I won't leave", "you won't ever annoy me", "I promise..." That now pay no attention to it, actions speak louder than words and the actions have been to leave. So I'm sorry for being a bitch but I've built these walls to protect myself and everyone else.

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Last night I prayed

Last night I pray for myself. I can see how that may seem narcissistic but I felt like it had to be done. I asked god to give me some guidance, to help me become less of a coward, less of a dickhead and less of a heartbreaker. Recently I've lost track of my goals, my ambitions and my dreams. I come in from a no that is not bettering me in any way other than giving me money which I'm wasting, I come I and I'm too tired, too hungry, too busy to do any writing. In the mornings I say I don't have enough time, I have too much to do, I need to get ready. I make excuses, excuses for my lack of enthusiasm, my lack or determination and my lack of will power. I know the rush, the joy Nd awe in writing and getting a story out there... So why aren't I doing it? Recently I've been messing with people's emotions and they're hearts. Some in vain triumphs of basic "I can get whoever I want". Some in petty games to make other jealous. Some just for the attention. In doing this I've lost myself. The morals I held dear. The ideologies I've preached on about for years I've completely disregard, and for what? To make myself feel better at the expense of others. At this point in time I've come to the conclusion that I'm not a nice person (however much it may seem like on the outside). I've come to the conclusion that I've lost who I am and what I want to stand for. I need to take a back seat to think and learn from these mistakes I'm making before they become too much permanent damage. I need to stop making enemies and start making friends. So, tonight I pray. I pray for guidance on this long road ahead of me.

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#DontJudgeChallenge

Yes I'll give myself and fake unibrow, sharpie spots and wear class to make myself look "ugly" then narcissistically put my hand over the lens to reveal a "good looking" version of myself without spots, glasses or monobrow... Yep that's showing not to judge by appearances at all 😒! No what you're actually doing is making people who wear glasses feel ugly, like most of them already don't feel like geeks or nerds; you're making people with spots look like they're disgusting when really they can't be helped. Not judging a book by its cover would be sitting there and uploading a picture that show you! Whether you're covered in makeup, edited your picture to the high moons or photoshopped it because at the end of the day a silly little video isn't going to change the fact that you're a narcissistic vain bitch. Not judging a book by its cover works under the presumption that you'll open the book and look into what's inside, so in this contexts it means getting to know someone (like there personality) rather than judging them by appearance. So hunny if you got an ugly personally but you making yourself look ugly for a shitty 10 second video your failing at what your trying to promote.

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Don't turn into the people that hurt you

We've all been hurt. We've all been let down by someone that said they would never hurt you. We've all had someone break a promise. We've all given someone we love one more chance then they deserve. I've notice recently with me that I'm doing all of these things to people. I've lead guys on who I have no attraction to, said I liked when I didn't, then when things have got too real I've just ignored them, pretended they're not they're. It isn't fair on them. It isn't kind to them. I've had it done to me many a time and I hated it: the not knowing where you stand; the not knowing what you've done; the not knowing how to treat the situation. Because we always blame ourselves when someone else does us wrong. It's so easy to switch your feelings off, to pretend you don't care because then you're not making yourself vulnerable. And God knows making yourself vulnerable is forbidden in this day and age 😂. I've had my heart broken and my mind twisted by boys who said they liked me but when something slightly didn't go the way they wanted it or went wrong they ran, ran quicker then they have probably ever done. It sucks, it hurts, it makes me feel like shit, it makes me feel like I'm worthless and not worth a tiny bit of effort. But what makes it worse is that I'm now doing it to others even though I know what it feels like. All I'm left to say is sorry. Sorry to all the people who I've ever hurt. Sorry to the hearts I've broke. Sorry to the people I have led on. Sorry that I didn't tell you that I was too scared to tell you the truth. Sorry that I am to egotistic to open my mind and try something new. Sorry to all the guy that have every ran away from me because of their fear, you my friends missed a chance with someone that would have done his best to make you happy even with all his flaws. Most of all, sorry to myself for letting me down and becoming someone I despise.

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Got bored so edited an old picture... Oh how tumblr

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Snobby. Obnoxious, Egotistic. That Was Just The Food. (memoir for a Uni assignment)

Fist paragraph: Luckily, the bus stop was outside the tube station or I would have been walking around like a lost child for a while. I waited for about 15 minutes, after five I wondered if I had been stood up, after 10 I needed to pee, at 15 I was bloody cold but he finally showed. He was wearing a thick navy jacket, woolly green jumper and denim jeans, his hair was a mess of brown curls on his head- he had clearly made an effort. Last paragraph: When we were finished Christian paid the bill and got up to leave. Unbeknownst to me, my bad was caught on my chair so as I got up to walk away a loud squeak fell upon the room and I tripped. Mortifying. But by this point in the date I was past caring. Christian was what I call a Snob. He was bloody gorgeous and he was rich (he was a managing director for a car manufacture; I didn’t know what that meant but it sounded cool) but he was one of those preppy men that would only ever shop in Waitrose or Marks & Spencer. You know the kind - I don’t mean to insult upper class people: he worked hard for his money and you can’t choose you upbringing. Then again if I had to choose between being poor and nice or rich and a complete dick I’d choose to be poor every time.