Well this sucks. Just as I manage to start finding my groove here in Toronto, I get caught in a tailspin. After my best friend of 17 years told me and our other roommate that he wouldn’t be living with us after our sublet, I thought “Hey, okay, that’s cool. At least it’s still me and Ruby Tuesday.”

Except not. Tuesday didn’t get the transfer he had said he’d be getting once his store shut down, and so I find out today that he’s out. And not just for a lease starting in October, but out out. I quote;

"I guess it kinda works out. My uncle lives in LA. I might visit. For a month or two."

So not a care in the world about how I’ve got no where else to go. Not a single apology for leaving me out in the cold. I hope your new phone was worth having to live with your parents instead of finding a new job like any other ADULT would do.

Ugh.

This sucks. The last couple weeks I had managed to start going out, and connecting to people in this city. Found some cool places to go on the odd nights off I had from work. Some cool guys to shoot the shit and have a beer with. Potential plans with more new people for a game night. And now what little free time I have, that I had just started to commit to as time to rediscover myself and my place in this city, has to be spent desperately looking for new roommates/accommodations, or I will end up back home in Montreal.

Which wouldn’t be the end of the world. You can see it from there, though.

"Seen" - Facebook Messages version of read receipts*

*see previously mentioned “Read receipts.”

The look on his face.

Mississauga

Holy shit am I bored here. Holed up in the one bedroom apartment my father shares with his wife. Couldn’t secure a September 1st lease, so I’m here until I find something. I wasn’t ready to leave the jobs I had here, or give up on this chance at starting over, so I opted to stay here. Which will make the move at the end of the month my seventh.

I wonder if I’ve made the right choice. Staying here instead of going back to Montreal. Sure, at my mother’s place I’d have my own bedroom again. Maybe even the basement as a whole. And I’d be back where my good friends are, instead of wondering if my best friend is still either my “best” or “friend.” I’d likely be able to get my old job back, and move again when I’ve rebuilt my nest egg, and deal with much more manageable rent and a far more socially open city.

Toronto is expensive. And I’ve discovered that everyone here has this “arms folded across their chest” attitude. Sure, I’ve made a couple friends, but through work or other people. Whenever I tried to make friends on my own, I’ve been met with polite conversation, but have yet to hang out with any of them. Besides the first meeting, I mean.

But I’m tired of starting over. Moving out of home was one. Moving in with the Morning Star was another. Kingston was too. And here I am now. Starting again. All beginnings, but no ends.

What am I doing? I honestly have no idea. I’m in a city where the only people who’d notice if I disappeared would wonder if that was the case a few days after the fact. I was alone in Kingston, but I’m lonely here.

Whelp, that got away from me. I’m going to end now before I let it sink in any further. So I’ll wrap up with the last line of dialogue in the Firefly series.

"Well, here I am."

nostopdasgay:

themindofapariah:



davidscronenberg:

#imagine trying to moan this during sex


#he looks like the lovechild of tom hiddleston and jesus #i swear


^ Cannot be unseen. 

However, Bill Cosby named him.


Is his first name Beezow or Beezow Doo-Doo?

nostopdasgay:

themindofapariah:

davidscronenberg:

#imagine trying to moan this during sex

image

#he looks like the lovechild of tom hiddleston and jesus #i swear

^ Cannot be unseen. 

However, Bill Cosby named him.

Is his first name Beezow or Beezow Doo-Doo?

Midnight Pack and Awesome Mix

This is something I don’t think I’ve talked about here before, but it’s on my mind. I have become very efficient at packing and moving my life. I only first moved out of home March or April of 2012. Since and including then, I have moved five times, across three cities and two provinces. This is my sixth move.

I’m in the middle of packing. Well, 80% done, just clothes and peripherals remain. Just before I came here, I was taking my photographs off the wall and gathering sticky tack. I had a flashback to when I was fourteen, when I was doing the exact same thing, but with clippings from Wizard Magazine, of comics and super heroes and movies. It made me think that no matter how much we change, some things never do. We may trade fantasies of adventures and super powers for memories and experiences of adventures actually had, or change the direction we’re traveling on, but who we are remains. I don’t think or feel that I’m the same person that I was ten years ago, but it’s pretty wild how much of that person is still in me.

Anyway, sixth move. My last home before making my own was Montreal, and I’ve made it to Toronto so far. It’s a big change. Been having a really hard time, but I think I’m handling it all pretty well. I miss my old froends, but the very few I’ve made so far have made a strong impact on me. I’m looking to stick around here for as long as I can. So much potential for me in this city, in so many ways, provided I can find a place to hang my hat.

But if everything goes according to plan, fourteen-year-old me would be proud. Writing again, and doing photography (it was just an idea back then), having a place to call home (exactly the way I want it), and solid plans and dreams for the future. Things may be rough, but I’ve hardened myself enough to be strong. I’m a machine. I’m half animatronic. I’m the Thominator.

Random aside; so sweet that Doctor Who is back, and Flash next month.

824706:

tacobell-canon:

Ladypug.

i hate this

824706:

tacobell-canon:

Ladypug.

i hate this

Lack of text message read receipts: so you can’t tell if you’re being ignored or not.

godzilla201460:

pit-brony:

acidrainin:

fuzzykitty01:

agrabahprincess:

"Made ya look!"

I have never hit ‘reblog’ so fast in my life.

Got me everytime!]

Everyone needs this on their blog

REBLOG IT RIGHT NOW.

We ain’t never had a man like him.