Augh, no, Raisin.Girl you are killing me here. Crying forever.

Juuulieeeeeeeet! Juuuuuulieeeeeeeeeeeeet!!

I want you to know that we had a box of electrical equipment delivered this morning and, because of this post, I've been walking around periodically muttering "What's in the boooooox??" to myself all day. Look what you've done.

Oh my god, the end of Sense and Sensibility. I start bawling as soon as Emma Thompson does. Here's that scene from Love Actually, which is a film I hate because Thompson's character is the only one I get invested in and if we can't even trust Alan Rickman who can we trust?

Yay! I'm so pleased someone else agrees.

Guys, we have to go back.

I was going to marry Leonardo DiCaprio at the time.

One cryface to rule them all.

Claire Danes' crumple-chinned cryface makes me tear up in response, at least in part because of some kind of weird self-inflicted Pavlovian conditioning I developed watching Romeo + Juliet approximately 40 sprillion times when I was 12. Thus, the average episode of Homeland leaves me severely dehydrated and close to…

Poor, no-name dragon.

Congratulations, albo!

YES. This is the gif of my heart.

"Are you going somewhere?"

CRISIS ALERT.

Ah, so you'd prefer it if they drew you like one of their French girls?

Both Samuel and I are much obliged to you!

Thought not. But how about Monsieur Monet? Look at his use of colour here, Rose! Isn't he great?

Thanks very much!

Thanks very much!

Ah, you've seen our flag then?