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Sure you're weedy, and kinda shy, but some girly out there must be needy for a weedy shy guy. Toronto. He/Him. https://funkaoshi.com

Smokey sky
Painting of flowers by Renoir
Me and my new Ivory Coast jersey.
Opening shot of Look Back anime, with its title.
Illustration of the title Fiat Homo
Woodcut of Hamlet and the Ghost, played by Shakespeare in the book.
Illustration from Hamnet. When he tries to take his sister’s place.
Cover of the comic dust jacket. Deluxe edition.
4K blu rays for these two John woo films.
If he dies, he dies.
GO Train leaving the Bloor platform.
Cleo sitting like a person
Empty station entrance
Smokey! My cat.
Elevators down to the Elizabeth line. People going up and down. B&W.
A snow covered field.
Tailscale stickers
Scotch and Baseball Game
Two casserole dishes of stuffing.
TIFF50 programme
Dinner with Friends Q&A
Sky dome!
Cast of Furious
Land of Talk: Fun and Laughter EP. Bjork record in the background.
Trump's deployment of the national guard in la remains contentious.
Screenshot from Tapestry app.
A still from Brick.
Leica M4
Scene from Perfect Days
Bessa R2A
My leica M4 and GR3
Statement of Purpose Statement of Purpose (formerly Mission Statement) In the words of Dr. Ursula Franklin: "Peace is not the absence of war but the presence of justice and the absence of fear ….., and it is this philosophy that guides the vision of the Ursula Franklin Academy community. By focusing on learning through an anti-oppression stance, we respond to the complexity, diversity, and the beauty of the world around us. As a community we work in unison to both better understand and shape the future by focusing on the inter-relatedness of all curriculum to Ursula's areas of expertise - Science, Mathematics, Technology, Social Justice, and Peace Activism. In doing so we continuously develop the touis that enable us to think critically about our world and the place we want to have in it.
PROLOGUE NEW YORK, 2009 I RECENTLY SENT A LETTER TO A TERRORIST I USED TO KNOW. He lives near me, here in New York City, and when I opened the envelope and slid in the note that said I would like to come and see you, I thought of how much he had always required of me and how little I had ever asked of him. Even when I was growing up in Sri Lanka, before I had ever heard the word terrorist, I knew that if a certain kind of person wanted something done, I should comply without asking too many questions. I met a lot of these sorts of people when I was younger because I used to be what you would call a terrorist myself. We were civilians first. You must understand: that word, terrorist, is too simple for the history we have lived — too simple for me, too simple even for this man. How could one word be enough? But I am going to say it anyway, because it is the language you know, and it will help you to understand who we were, what we were called, and who we have truly become. We begin with this word. But I promise that you will come to see that it cannot contain everything that has happened. Someday the story will begin with the word civilian, the word home. And while I am no longer the version of myself who met with terrorists every day, I also want you to understand that when I was that woman, when two terrorists encountered each other in my world, what they said first was simply hello. Like any two people you might know or love.