I miss London. A great great deal. I don’t know why.

It could possibly be because it’s the first time I felt free. Free enough to do what I want, when I wanted. Free enough to fuck up and not feel bad. Free enough to come and go. And eat what I want, drink what I want. No one around to make me feel bad about it. Free from judgement. Complete and utter freedom.

To take pictures of what I like. I didn’t have to wait on anyone. I didn’t have to rush. I didn’t have to see things I didn’t want to see.

I woke up everyday, walked everywhere, rode the underground/tube, ate alone in public, walk the streets by myself. And it was incredible. Even with my anxiety, I fought through the idea of doing all this and just fucking did it.

I want that feeling back. I want that freedom. That openness. I kept contact with my mom to a minimum. I video chatted with my best friends, and my grandmother…which was amazing.

I felt at home. For the first time…

Here. I feel so lost. I feel so helpless. I don’t waste time hating myself, but it’s in the back of my head some days. And while dealing with my parents isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be…they are still there. Making their ridiculous opinions and assumptions. I just wish I could shake them 110%. But alas, I still live with them, so despite my age there are still rules.

I just want London. I want England. Hell, I’ll even take Ireland at this point. I just want that feeling back. I want a new life. I know moving won’t solve that feeling. But I’m just itching to get away from here. I feel trapped, weighed down.

philadelphiaphillies:

This speaks to my soul on so many levels.

You know what? The same could be said about London.

Hey Philly, BEN FRANKLIN KNEW WHERE IT WAS REALLY AT!

WITH LOVE, LONDON.

BOOM.

I love Philadelphia. Buuut I love Ben Franklin even more. Also, I fucking hate sports with a god damn passion. I also love history. And Philly, if we are gonna go ahead and throw facts in Boston’s face…let’s just be prepared to admit that the founding father fucked off to London, and wasn’t even here when his own wife died.

richardware:

The streets

beardedtrekkies:

heyhithehero:

weepingangelcastiel:

my-imperfect-verdict:

the-other-girl-who-waited:

sunshinetinauk:

october-street:

bene-lock-sher-batch:

Go to? I think I want to live there.

I think you mean live there.

Always being there.

Live in London. Correct term is live in.

I think you mean live with a consulting detective in london

You misspelled live.

Live there.

Lieutenant Reporting: YES. LIVE. GO. BE AMAZED AT THE HISTORY AND AMAZING PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN/LIVE THERE. And all such delightful things.
But but but followers! I have a question!Do any of you live/Are any of you going to be in London within the next week? Because I am going to be there and things. I have no idea if it is at all realistic or maybe this sound super creepy but I would love to meet up with people if that’s possible! Perhaps even fellow Sherlockians? Maybe that is asking too much but I dunno, message me if you are interested!! It could be fun :3

I want to live in London, or at least find a city here in the states that feels just as much like home as London did.

stickersonthecentralline:

While the Doctor might well be best known for fighting intergalactic aliens, much of his time is taken up with the day to day protection of the Central Line from extraterrestrial interference. It has come to light however that when trains pass too close to the Tardis there is a chance they may not end up at Woodford (via Hainault).

I would have lost my shit if I saw this. Hahah.