i wonder where i’ll be this time next year
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La Vie En Rose playing from another room
Edith Piaf
Me standing on a gorgeous stone balcony outside of a grand ballroom, breathing in some fresh air because the fumes of the champagne and the loud joyous noise gave me slight sensory overload. The wind beautifully moves my gown.
“I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?”
— Kristie Betts (via wnq-writers)
“My mind is filled with dreams of romantic meetings.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. February 1935