Tomorrow’s still up for grabs.
[Passive-aggressive rant about work shit that’s got me in a particularly ugly mood.]
I had my mom drive me to check on a cat I’ve seen lying in the same spot in a ditch for two days in a row tonight so I really identify with Will in...
He wears plaid cravats.
He’s renovating Pemberley to look like a New York City studio apartment.
He is so over dancing.
He’s Hipster Mr. Darcy.
We are dedicating the rest of our lives to Hipster Mr. Darcy.