London: East City/ London’s East End
- Leadenhall Market, Fournier Street, St Pauls, Shoreditch, Brick Lane, Tower Hill, Spitalfields, The Gherkin, Gun Street, Tower Bridge
Okay, legit fucking crying.
You bet your elderly testicles I did.
I LOVE THE OATMEAL
oh hey link what’s up little guy
you don’t look so hot. you have a headache?
well let’s take a look see
it’s a boy. omg i’m a grandma
i’m so proud
i would pay like $7 and one of my family members to be attractive
do you ever just feel like you’re just completely worthless and unattractive on a physical and emotional level and you’re just never good enough because there’s always someone else that overpowers you with their pretty face and personality and you just instantly back down because you feel you have literally nothing to fight against with
friends may come and go but hockey only leaves you for four months so that’s not so bad
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.