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Jacob Adriaensz Backer, Half‑Naked Woman with a Coin, oil on canvas, ca. 1636
titties out… got my coin ready to go… like! who is this bitch???? love her
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*having sex*
partner: how does that feel?
me [checking my mood ring]: uh… normal/cool
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no offense but i need more of The Gays™ to be my friends i am tired of being surrounded by heterosexuals
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I keep writing lengthy posts about my life in Toronto which all end up in the Drafts folder. Partly it’s because I feel like I can’t convey this feeling as accurately as I wanted to, partly because I feel like I get the frustration and anxiety out of my system just by writing it out and leaving it unpublished.
I really don’t feel the need to update anyone on how I’m doing here per se; I’m doing good and I guess that’s all I need to say. All I wanted in the first place was just to have a somewhat normal life in the city, and despite some of the things I still lack, I’m feeling pretty normal here. I don’t even see this as travelling or being somewhere strange – I don’t know whether that tells more about my feelings towards Toronto or my expectations about the whole idea of moving here for a while.
For some reasons I have nevertheless missed Helsinki and Scandinavia in general. Not because of the people or the way of life there, but surprisingly, because of the climate. My roommate is from Nova Scotia, and the other day we bonded over snow and darkness and the crunchy noises snow makes when you walk outside in freezing temperature.
This kind of longing comes and goes, however. Although I do miss some things in Helsinki, which I never anticipated, I’m being constantly reminded of the great things about Toronto; how I can have great takeout pretty much anywhere in the city, anytime during the day or night; how people are friendly and genuinely interested in your life and your background; how people from different backgrounds all blend together and respect each other in ways that Finland can only imagine. This kind of uniqueness of Toronto is hard to even describe, mostly because I reckon this experience is so personal – I’m not sure whether I like the city because of its essential qualities or because of my own personal history and background.
why do I have the feeling that 2017 will either be the best year ever or the beginning of a dystopian universe with no in between
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