Searching for Mr. Darcy
Riding the rails from the North of England. Next stop, the English countryside.
Mr. Pennington and Belgian truffles.
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
This works
WhoTF cares why
It works
Aren’t my stretch marks sexy. Sign of EDS, they are.
Medical waste to be properly disposed of later.
Being a responsible patient.
And here we are. Derbeyshire, England. Pemberley.
Mr. Darcy has ten thousand per year!
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.
Pemberley!!!!!!
Are you in here, Mr. Darcy? Oh yes, this will do. I will be very comfortable here.
For the next Mrs. Darcy - me!!!!
When is the next ball? The future Mistress of Pembereley (me!!!) wants to know.
Mr. Darcy? You in here?
Who are all these poorly dressed people?
If I hold my breath, I think it will fit.
Won’t I look good in that!
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.
Oooh, sheep! Those will be mine, too.
Would I love to get Mr. Darcy alone in here!
Hey, people, get off my lawn.
Who are all these people?
This is maddening! Where is Mr. Darcy? Has he gone hunting?
Pouting in the sculpture garden.
Mr. Darcy? Are you down here?
Mr. Darcy? Please come out!
Wait... Mr. Darcy?
Oh f*ck! I married a man who does not talk.
What have I done?
I fully blame Jane Austen.