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this is what I just did when seeing this gif.
(Source: diplosomia)
No but really, I think I could marry her and we’d live a long, happy, funny life together.
Mostly she’d just be funny and I’d giggle uncontrollably at her.
(Source: bennetwilcox)
Lord Farthington scoffed, as he did any time dear Dalcott spoke. “You old fool, don’t you know anything. Polite society is indeed impolite. It only stands to reason.”
“Sometimes I think you just prattle on to hear the sound of your own voice,” Dalcott sniffed in reply, causing raucous peals of laughter to elicit from deep in Farthington’s bosom. “I merely called into question the boy’s depth of emotion. He is rather shallow.”
“You say that as though it’s a bad thing. Of course the boy is shallow. He’s beautiful. Beauty by definition is shallow. Only the very ugly care about depth.”
“And what are you proposing?”
“Oh Dalcott, such seriousness does not suit you. It’s unbecoming.”
“According to you I am deeply unbecoming.”
“Only when you ruin afternoon tea with such grave chatter. Come, let’s adjourn to the salon, I hear Lady Hearthworn has taken up drinking again.”
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