anyone else ever feel a tiny bit cool that we watched Lizzie Bennet Diaries before it was “popular” and “famous”? that we were the ones who couldn’t wait for a new episode and freaked on Darcy Day and cried with Wickham’s website?
because i do.
i so do.
oh my god, my whole childhood in a post
most of my childhood.
Wait, do americans and english have a shared childhood?
This is so my childhood too, plus it’s the real Polly Pocket, not the oversized monstrosity they have today.
Those felt tips were the best thing ever