Hey, what's up? The sky! Oh my... worst icebreaker ever, huh? Never mind. Uhm I'm Emily, I'm 22 and yeah I'm strange. Really strange. I'm kind of a wanna-do-everything person. Accordingly my blog is some kind of a music-movie-quote-british actor-reading-writing-shipping-a whole lot of fandoms-statements-etcetera-mashup and know what, I'm happy with that. And well then there are my unhealthy addictions. That includes Benedict »I can't find words to describe your perfection« Cumberbatch, Ben »the beautiful« Barnes, Matthew »the handsome and breathtaking« MacFadyen, Johnny »the older the better« Depp, Dimitri »the I wish you were real« Belikov, the »still sailing in my heart« RMS Titanic and yup James Cameron's Titanic too, and further Sherlock, Jane Austen's Books – Pride & Prejudice became something like my bible – Wuthering Heights, Chronicles of Narnia and Vampire Academy and Warm Bodies. These are the ones what my blog is mostly about. It's like the pictorialization of my heart & soul. Did I mention that I talk too much? Okay that's it and I hope you enjoy the heart-on-tongue blog of a very awkward girl :)
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Lizzy: Very well. Only I wish you would not call me my dear.
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Lizzy: Cause that's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
Lizzy: Well, let me think. "Lizzy" for everyday, "my pearl" for sundays and "goddess divine" but only on very special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what shall I call you when I'm cross? MRs. Darcy?
Lizzy: No. No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: So how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy? ...Mrs. Darcy? ...Mrs. Darcy? ...Mrs. Darcy? ...Mrs. Darcy?