Tuesday, June 8

count me in


There is still blood in my veins, music in my ears and macaroons on my plate. Im still here, I've just been looking for the right words. I didn't find them, but I found snow in the middle of a sunny paris. The kind that makes everything silent and calm, and beautiful. Powder.

ChloƩ is back to her old singin and baking self, but Im not buying it anymore. Im taking her up to the roof tonight, we need a picnic with the stars. This city is for strangers like the sky is for the stars.

17 comments:

melon. said...

a picnic with the stars, that sounds magical.

Susan said...

oh, Paris...
xoxo

Sophia said...

I wish...
xo, Sophia

Heather Taylor said...

Just oh so lovely! Do you miss LA?

Signe said...

Hi.<3

Yofany said...

such a great post :))
huelicious

Suyinsays said...

lovely!
lots of love from your follower
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xxx

Anonymous said...

what do you consider dangerous and forbidden in the way of food?

Francesca said...

A picnic with the stars. How lovely, I love sitting on the roof.

Erimentha said...

what a beautiful post! i love your writing style...makes me want to go traveling so much!

xxx

~N~ said...

hi - i just started following you - i love your blog

Felix Curds said...

paris? oui oui! garsh, you're writing is so nice:_)

Will Work For Style said...

So beautiful. My heart skipped a beat.

Lola-Rose said...

Hey there,
I am very much in Paris in september for a few days if you feel like meeting for a drink? I cannot wait to get back, I am going to sit on pont des arts until the sun comes up

hope you are happy my lovely x

Ke said...

Picnic with the stars:) Magical...beautiful post

The F Word Online said...

ouu paris ! how lovely

xx lue

lilly said...

come back.