ughhh i woke up at 5pm accidentally and now i hate myself for it
((whispers please stop reblogging that tony abbott spiders georg post the joke is like three months old let it die))
how is it possible that i can venture out into a giant unfamiliar city and wrangle public transport and talking to many strangers in london like a normal person
but here, when faced with the idea of going across the city i know very well to spend time with friends i love i’m just like or i could stay here and be anxious about it
look i really really love travelling but i hate how when you get back it makes you look at your regular life and realise that it’s not actually that good after all
omg though look at how pretty the cocktails area was at the german wedding i went to last weekend!!
home again!! glad to be back but also i’ve got that special kind of sadness that only arrives at the end of an amazing holiday