"Let he who is without a problematic fave cast the first stone."
You don’t know true frustration until you’ve dug several times through a pile of black clothing, in order to find a SPECIFIC article of black clothing.
#are they leggings are they cardigans where is my tank top#oH HERE IT IS no this is a bra. i forgot i had this! where is my tank top#yoga pants black jeans black sweatshirt pencil skirt cardigan cardigan cardigan WHERE IS MY TANK TOP x
1D voice: the story of ma liiife
Love pictures like this.
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.
i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add
like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?