THE MISS Q
My mind wanders to stories that need to be told, streets in Belgium that I long to walk, gardens that I wish to grow, macarons that I dream of eating, over the top dinner parties that I want to host, and the moment of pointing things out to Wells and saying “See? Isn’t that beautiful?”

My mind wanders to stories that need to be told, streets in Belgium that I long to walk, gardens that I wish to grow, macarons that I dream of eating, over the top dinner parties that I want to host, and the moment of pointing things out to Wells and saying “See? Isn’t that beautiful?”

gastrogirl:

adorable winter macarons.

AS IF I have the time + patience +steady-handedness to create these. But I would eat the sh*t outta them. 

gastrogirl:

adorable winter macarons.

AS IF I have the time + patience +steady-handedness to create these. But I would eat the sh*t outta them.