today i’m thinking of making lemon meringue pie. but there’s not much room in the fridge. and who wants a melted pie tomorrow? (unless we eat it all today…)
my Lala called a few minutes ago. hearing her voice makes me happy♥.
i’ve been reading The Warden (for the 4th time i believe) and it is lovely. ever so lovely. that story reminds me of Cinderella, when really, it has nothing to do in the slightest with her, or her tale for that matter. but it does remind me. and that makes me smile.
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And seizing him by his arm and hand, she followed him across the room towards the door. “I will not leave you ’till you promise me this; I’ll cling to you in the street; I’ll kneel to you before all the people. You shall promise me this; you shall promise me this; you shall——”
-The Warden, by Anthony Trollope.
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i think Trollope was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. his works are some of the most spectacular things i’ve ever read. it’s books like his that make me want to write forever.and ever.and ever.and ever.
(i think Cinderella is a.m.a.z.i.n.g. too).
maybe i will go and make that pie. or maybe tomorrow. or the next day. but maybe today.
-Bella♥
