Magic Moments #28 – Goodbye 2015 ♥

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A yummy breakfast, French food, protesting street art, a fight for freedom, a common grieving, a personal grieving, some cuteness, some lights, the city of my heart, all of you, and me. All of us, all of this has made 2015 another year full of surprises, both good and bad.

Before my traditional New Year’s post, I’ll let you have another tour of this past year, through my latest photos and words :) I’m sure 2016 will bring much more to discover and explore and learn from.

I hope you’ll enjoy the ride!


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It’s been a month today… It’s been a month I find it difficult to turn on the light, a month I spend my nights looking up at the sky hoping you’ll make me a sign, a month since I entered some kind of fake world where all the petals keep on falling, where all the flowers are dead, a month and I don’t know anything anymore. It’s been a month… #wordsofmyheart 12142065_1658587274409152_434519250_n

In times of darkness, my bed – a new kind of dreamland – is the best place to be, and chocolate the best company. #wordsofmyheart Collage 612224303_522214734614719_1820372395_n

Today was world kindness day… The main and most important thing my dad taught me 🍂 #worldkindnessday #wordsofmyheart

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« Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye. » – Dorothy Parker

Collage 512269843_1757897917765641_1409890486_n2 months ago, I was about to go to sleep and wake up the following morning for what was going to be the worst day of my life…

“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.” –Anne Lamott ⭐️🍂 un-blog-une-fille-fleurs-alignées

*A Man of Words and not of Deeds*
(Nursery Rhyme lyrics, origins and history)

[columns size= »1/2″ last= »false »]A man of words and not of deeds 
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow 
It’s like a garden full of snow 
And when the snow begins to fall 
It’s like a bird upon the wall 
And when the bird away does fly 
It’s like an eagle in the sky [/columns]

[columns size= »1/2″ last= »true »]And when the sky begins to roar 
It’s like a lion at the door 
And when the door begins to crack 
It’s like a stick across your back 
And when your back begins to smart
It’s like a penknife in your heart 
And when your heart begins to bleed 
You’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed.[/columns]

12353914_1688520731371349_492578885_n“But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

12394027_994024893996061_820837900_nThe important thing is not to think of happiness as a destination, because we find it in the most intimate and tiniest details and moments of our life. #wordsofmyheart


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