Franny.

Dear Fleur.
I have a little seester.
I love her.
To the moon.
Today is her birthday.
♥.

Dear Franny.

I like you.
I think you know that.
But I just wanted to tell you again.
Joyeux Anniversarie.
You have amazing hair.
One day I'll write a story about it.
ALL ABOUT IT.
When you grow up-because 13 is not grown up my Dear-we will run through Safeway barefoot holding caramel macchiatos form Starbucks.
Yes, I have done that before.
But you have to be at least 15. Because they might kick us out. And 15 year olds get away with more things than 13 year olds.
THINK ABOUT IT.
Oh. And this reminds me of you.

"crocodile,

please stay.

-alligator"
(via letterstocrushes)
Can I call you "crocodile" joli girl?
Maybe?
S'il vous plait?


Love from your Bell.