"Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony." - Mr. Darcy
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Je chante au rythme de ta douce respiration. C’est le printemps. Ca sera parce que je t’aime
Not nothing. The North.
This isn’t freedom. This is fear.
I don’t know, I’m literally the most awkward, socially strange person.
I feel your knife as it goes right in. Cut to my core but I’m not bleeding. All that you say trying to make me small… Well, the bigger you get the harder you fall. You think that you are deep under my skin, you’re trying to keep me suffering. If you use your words as a weapon, then as a weapon, I’ll shed no tears.