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.
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a picnic with the stars, that sounds magical.
oh, Paris...
xoxo
I wish...
xo, Sophia
Just oh so lovely! Do you miss LA?
Hi.<3
such a great post :))
huelicious
lovely!
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what do you consider dangerous and forbidden in the way of food?
A picnic with the stars. How lovely, I love sitting on the roof.
what a beautiful post! i love your writing style...makes me want to go traveling so much!
xxx
hi - i just started following you - i love your blog
paris? oui oui! garsh, you're writing is so nice:_)
So beautiful. My heart skipped a beat.
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
Picnic with the stars:) Magical...beautiful post
ouu paris ! how lovely
xx lue
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