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At least… I think they broke up. The ending was kind of ambiguous. I could only hear his side of things, because Jill was in the car and he was out on the street, but this is what I gathered from several key repeated phrases.
After he repeated the above for about a half hour, he went to the back yard of the house, and came back with a laptop bag or small overnight bag, which he put on the front steps. He returned to the car, repeated again that he loved her, would always love her, and he didn’t call the cops on her. He then got in the car. Jill turned on the car, backed up, pulled forward a foot or two, and put the car in park.
He then got out, sobbing dramatically, “It doesn’t matter anymore. Whatever. Great.” He walked up the front steps, got the bag, got back in the car, and they drove away.
I was riveted. I laughed, I cried, I would have popped popcorn if it hadn’t meant I would miss something. I’m waiting on tether hooks for the sequel. Five stars.
I just found this on facebook!!!!!!!! I’M SO SO HAPPY!!
Olivia is immortal!!
LONG LIVE OLIVIA!
We ran out of food five minutes ago. The human who calls herself “Mommy” is awake, but my incessant meowing and looking pitiful has done nothing.
Tried rubbing up against her legs while she walked into the kitchen. She tripped over me and I got scared and ran away.
Nothing I or Marguerite do works. Mommy human is insistent that she will not get more food until she has put on pants.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this. I’m down to my last resort. I threw up last night. I’m going to start eating that.
Mommy human called me a dipshit and cleaned up my throw up. I am out of options.
We’re going to starve to death.
Mommy human has abandoned us. Daddy human is now sitting on the couch. He is also unmoved by our cries.
So this is how it ends. Goodbye, cruel world.
Mommy human has returned with food. But it is not in our bowl. I don’t understand. It should be in our bowl. Why is it not in our bowl?
She won’t answer me.
Mommy human has fed us. We have narrowly avoided starvation. This time.