- Mr. Darcy: hey, I just met you
- Mr. Darcy: and this this crazy
- Mr. Darcy: but I'm going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, , then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind.
- Mr. Darcy: so call me maybe.
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I wonder if may be, may be I could be all you ever dream (x)
A person who doesn't have tumblr showing me something
- Them: look
- Me: I saw that already
Whenever my sister or I see something we don't like:
- My sister: Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?!
- Me: Are you bloody serious?!
- (Yes, the British in me comes out sometimes. But my sister and I speak Spanish.)
“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”
“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”
“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“HOLD MY HAND.”
“Fine.
“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”
“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”
“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”
“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”
“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”
“…”
“…”
“…THE CHILDREN!”
THE CHILDREN.
The sad thing is, Donna probably saw that funny man on the telly carry the torch and didn’t think much of it.
Have you ever watched your friends from afar and realized they seem happier without you.
