What shall I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy?
No… You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are
completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.
There is nothing more beautiful than watching the sunset after a long hard day and knowing that the world is still full of beautiful things and tomorrow is a fresh start
The season of leg shaving is upon us.
don’t talk to boys who aren’t nice to their mothers