Searching for Mr. Darcy
Riding the rails from the North of England. Next stop, the English countryside.
Time for a shot. No, not of whiskey.
I’ve done one on a plane
Now I’ve done one on a train
As I am without shame
I hate Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome
WhoTF cares why
Medical waste to be properly disposed of later.
And here we are. Derbeyshire, England. Pemberley.
No, no, no not Chatsworth House, not home of the Cavendish family!!!!
THIS IS PEMBERLEY!!!! HOME OF MR. DARCY!!!!
IT REALLY EXISTS!!!!
Jumping for Joy to be at Pemberley.
Are you in here, Mr. Darcy? Oh yes, this will do. I will be very comfortable here.
When is the next ball? The future Mistress of Pembereley (me!!!) wants to know.
Mr. Darcy? You in here?
If I hold my breath, I think it will fit.
Do you think Mr. Darcy would like me in this?
Mr. Darcy’s guns and swords. He is very manly.
Maybe Mr. Darcy is in the gardens.
Maybe he has he gone swimming.
Would I love to get Mr. Darcy alone in here!
Hey, people, get off my lawn.
This is maddening! Where is Mr. Darcy? Has he gone hunting?
Mr. Darcy? Are you down here?
Wait... Mr. Darcy?
Oh f*ck! I married a man who does not talk.
I fully blame Jane Austen.