i have a dear friend:) her name is lily! she is a wonderful magic wonderful wonderland, one of such intelligence. just wanna say thanks to her:) she helped me making this platform we know as alice in wonderland to look so much better. i am so grateful that she is my friend. whatever i bring up in our letters, she has an answer! thank you for being here lily!
anyways
the other day i had a beautiful lunch hour
i was to devour ruskin park and then buy the ingredients to create peanut butter coconut flour pancakes! the former was magic and the latter a disaster hahaha. whatever!!!!
my magic garden
such beauty right:)?
then
the starting of a disaster:)))
yes
i love the main 3 ingredients
chocolate, eggs
&
a full on peanut butter obsession
my pancakes with coconut flour though
.....
was a real
no no no no no
hopefully my next try will be better so that i can share a delicious recipe:)
from a simone:
when she does not find love, she may find poetry. because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, that that of a young man. being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested in solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphosis. she rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. the young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will maker her impulses only the more passionate. empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All.
- simone de beauvoir, the second sex
instead of being interested in solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance
i am to devour franklins this afternoon. what are you up to?
from a simone:
when she does not find love, she may find poetry. because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, that that of a young man. being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested in solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphosis. she rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. the young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will maker her impulses only the more passionate. empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All.
- simone de beauvoir, the second sex
instead of being interested in solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance
i am to devour franklins this afternoon. what are you up to?
happy saturday
xxx
alice
2 comments:
anytime, my dear alice ♥ ♥
it is indeed~ very beautiful!!
looking forward to your future sweet recipes :))
i hope you are having the most lovely weekend:))) yes that garden plus adding violette:))) = perfection! thank you:) xxx
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