thoughts-of-a-literary-slut

imagine someone listening to a song and thinking of you

anyone else ever just think about the conversations darcy and elizabeth would have while dancing at balls after they’re married

i would literally kill to walk around in a museum or a library right now. don’t even talk to me about coffee shops unless you want me to cry. god I miss being out and about

I remember a more innocent time, when two bros would chill in a hot tub, six feet apart, not because of a global pandemic, but merely because they were not gay.

being attracted to someone’s voice is a real thing i swear

Me ALL THE TIME

like! people always reference pride & prejudice as the archetypal “normal girl falls for mysterious brooding antihero” story but they overlook the part where lizzy drags darcy so fucking hard he leaves town and then apologizes for talking to her the next time they meet even though they’re at his literal house

Also, she doesn’t fall for the mysterious brooding antihero. She thinks that guy’s a twerp. She falls for the guy who loves his sister a lot, is kind to his servants, isn’t rude to the Gardiners and who acts completely differently to the brooding antihero before apologising for his past behaviour and acknowledging that her put down of him was extremely well deserved.

People usually leave off the part where he admits her put down was so deserved that he CHANGED HIS BEHAVIOR as a result. 

Also, he isn’t all that ‘cool’- Darcy is the equivalent of a modern very socially-awkward, closed-off, 'classy because I think it’s the true gentleman’s way’, kind-of-an-asshole stubborn guy, not a brooding, confident, kind-of-an-asshole 'bad boy’ that someone has to redeem, even if most seem to forget it.

be handed a letter by your maid, break the wax seal, read it with dawning understanding and then slowly look up into the middle-distance with an ominous smirk. order your carriage to be prepared at once. 

me getting a text and calling a lyft