With as much time as I’ve spent on tumblr lately, I realized I haven’t posted in sooooooooooo long, which I find kind of rediculous. I’ve reblogged a few things but I haven’t really done and honest to god post at all in forever. Maybe it’s because I don’t see the point as I feel like I’m only talking to myself, maybe it’s because I’ve been so busy staring at pictures of Prince Harry or One Direction to pay attention to my own life. Maybe a combination of both. But anyways. Here goes nothing……
I have a sad obsession with anything British. First of all, they have some of the best music of all time. I mean come on, the Smiths? The Cure? Joy Division? Fucking incredible. And their accents are just adorable. It’s really a problem. So for the last few weeks I’ve been thinking about how much I would love to move to London. Obviously I never could because it would be too expensive and Ryan would never go for it, but it would be so damn amazing you know? Strolling through the streets of the city on a cloudy day, stopping at a cafe where the cute British boy behind the counter asks me what I’d like today and calls me love, staring up at Buckingham Palace and hoping to catch a glimpse of the queen, grabbing a beer at a local pub. It all just makes me wish I had endless amounts of money or even just the balls to do it. If only…………
