#darcy

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree. ↗

— Helen Fielding

#humour #mr-darcy #snooty #wuthering-heights #trees

I will only add, God bless you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#blessings #darcy #jane-austen #mr-darcy #prejudice

And always John, who is my own Gilbert Blythe, my real life Mr. Darcy, and the love of my life. ↗

— Lindsay Eland

#gilbert-blythe #lindsay #love #mr-darcy #life

Lucifer looked over her shoulder. “What?” Dahlia cleared her throat. “You stupid bitch, I hate you and love you. Do not wear anything Patience gave you, it’s all ugly. I am going to write on every single blank page. Ha-ha! Love, the Faithful slut.” Lucifer scowled. “That person was mean to you.” Dahlia grinned. “No way, Faith was funny. I was the bitch, she was the slut, and Patience was the crack whore. ↗

— Darcy Town

#morningstar #faith