Reading pride and prejudice for like the 10th time and what still makes me insane is when Elizabeth and Darcy are together in Kent, Darcy falls more in love with her every day while Lizzy despises him more every day. It's all like
Mr Darcy, internally: wow she truly doesn't give a fuck about my aunt, she will not let herself be intimidated, she stays true to her authentic self plus she plays piano and her eyes are pretty what a woman
meanwhile Lizzy is like: I'VE BEEN HAVING THE WORST TIME IN MY LIFE FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS AND NOW I ALSO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS ASSHOLE


















