Abbey B

fucking weirdass weather, culturally significant bodies of water changing color, unusual parasites and ailments running rampant, elder sons suddenly stricken overnight.......

I’m so embarrassed that I started this book like, “UGH a canon text, let’s see what’s the fuss,” and now I’m quietly weeping with joy to myself and filled with goodwill and optimism toward humanity and its capacity to love. How dare you, Jane Austen!!!

What, like Christmas stars folded out of denial letters or what?

If I already don’t drink, does that mean I can run the Pentagon? I also don’t assault women.

Feeling positively smug right about now.