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The dreamiest babes.
iPhones and apps.
The NYC subway.
Who could ask for anything more?
Official website: http://WeAreAtomicTom.com
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Youtube: http://youtube.com/WeAreAtomicTomc
Twitter: @AtomicTom
Shit’s about to be viral.
This entry was written by , posted on October 15, 2010 at 1:56 pm, filed under Babes, Music, New York and tagged Atomic Tom, iPhone, Live, MTA, New York, New York City, Subway, Take Me Out, Tobias Smith, Video, Youtube. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Let me tell you about travelling. It’s lonely.
To be ready, jet-set at the drop of an Expedia confirmation may seem like a cool job, and if I have to think about it, it really is. But ask me how I feel and I’ll tell you that “I don’t know, I don’t have the time to consider these things” because it’s easier to pretend that too much is going on in my life than to admit that I am completely, emotionally wrung dry.
You basically take your usual hipster non-committal nonchalance and put a giant, erratic, ticking clock on every relationship (romantic or otherwise), multiplying any sense of isolation ten-fold.
I meet someone. And I have to declare:
“There’s only one thing you need to know about me. And that is.
I will leave you
- unwillingly.”
Which usually lends to the other person behaving in one or two ways:
1. Like a total dick. The I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. It doesn’t matter. You’re leaving anyway.
or
2. In fear of attachment. Making it known that I’m not going to emotionally invest in you. Cold and infrequent.
They both suck.
When you operate every day knowing that someone you’ll grow to care for and like is actively suppressing your significance in their life, it FUCKING SUCKS.
When you relate to people knowing that you are merely transient, not important in their grand scheme of things, well, it essentially nulls the point of relating at all.
It makes me feel like shit.
So you have a good cry and chalk it up to the experience, the situation, the occupational hazard and move on to the next city.
And then you have to do it AGAIN.
So for people to assume that I’m always running away from something, taking the easy way out, that it’s always easier to leave than to be left behind… no.
It’s not that. Ultimately, I do have a choice.
It’s just that no-one has given me a reason to stay.
Not even tried.
This entry was written by , posted on September 11, 2010 at 4:45 am, filed under Babes, Friends, Jokes, Love, Self-diagnoses, Sex, Writing. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Sometimes I ask the questions.
Reblogged from tony:
Why do you think?
This entry was written by , posted on June 17, 2010 at 9:57 pm, filed under Babes, Blogging. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
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One day she’s wearing Tevas painting the word “PEACE” on the sidewalk with mud on pixie sticks at Camp Nanaimobar
And the next you realise you’ve just creamed it to a minor muttering “your shoes are off-brand” on the corner of Queen St. and
Fat-fuckin-chance-buddy
Note: Ontario has a mental health issue
Photo manipulated and jacked from Sam’s iPhone uploads on facebook
P.S. Holy hell do I miss you, Sam!!
This entry was written by , posted on May 20, 2010 at 2:31 am, filed under Babes, Friends, Jokes, Photos, Toronto and tagged My best friend is beautiful, Samantha Young, Toronto. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
But not quite.
This entry was written by , posted on May 3, 2010 at 4:32 am, filed under Babes, San Francisco and tagged Fingers crossed. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.