Simone Ashley as Kate Sharma | Bridgerton S2

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Simone Ashley as Kate Sharma | Bridgerton S2
date a girl that is genuinely proud of you when you accomplish something
Penelope’s mother refused to allow Penelope to choose her own clothing, and when she wasn’t in the requisite white that most young ladies wore (and which of course didn’t flatter her complexion one bit), she was forced to wear yellow and red and orange, all of which made her look perfectly wretched.
The one time Penelope had suggested green, Mrs. Featherington had planted her hands on her more-than-ample hips and declared that green was too melancholy.
Yellow, Mrs. Featherington declared, was a happy colour and a happy girl would snare a husband.
Penelope decided then and there that it was best not to try to understand the workings of her mother’s mind.
So Penelope found herself outfitted in yellow and orange and the occasional red, even though such colours made her look decidedly unhappy, and in fact were positively ghastly with her brown eyes and red-tinged hair. There was nothing she could do about it, though, so she decided to grin and bear it, and if she couldn’t manage a grin, at least she wouldn’t cry in public.
Which, she took some pride in noting, she never did.
Penelope was such a funny character. No, that wasn’t quite right. She was…surprising. Yes, that seemed to sum her up. Very few people really knew her; she had certainly never developed a reputation as a sterling conversationalist. He was fairly certain she’d made it through three-hour parties without ever venturing beyond words of a single syllable.
But when Penelope was in the company of someone with whom she felt comfortable—and Colin realised that he was probably privileged to count himself among that number— she had a dry wit, a sly smile, and evidence of a very intelligent mind, indeed.
Penelope's costume in Bridgerton 1x06
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
Isaac Asimov (via quotemadness)
In another universe, I'm loved and respected, I also know my worth and don’t have to fight for anyones attention. In another Universe I know where I belong and where my place is
disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:
getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together
curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again
give me ‘we’ve known each other our entire lives and you just so happen to be a professional athlete while i’m your supportive best friend who goes to every game and everyone thinks we’re lowkey dating but?? nah fam. it’s too weird. until one night we sort of drunkenly hook up? and holy shit… i think i’m in love you? i’m gonna just bite the bullet and tell you that and when i show up at your door a week later… there’s this really cute girl there and when were you going to tell me you started dating? lol no i’m happy for you, really. but on a totally unrelated note, you wouldn’t mind if i went out with your teammate, right?“ cue making each other jealous, stupid arguments, growing apart, and just!!!! yes i want.
BOOKSMART (2019) dir. Olivia Wilde
ALONE and LONELY are not the same thing.
— but sometimes, I get CONFUSED about which I am.
Because making conversation with him told her what making love with him would be like, just as intimate and intense.
Jennifer Crusie - The Cinderella Deal (via pumpkinpieandlavender)
Simone Ashley as Kate “Fourth Degree Burn” Sharma in Bridgerton Season 2