districts and blue string and the boy who died.

dear fleur.
districts is done.
niceeee.
and i almost fell asleep it was so cold.
not so nice.

(via)

i wrote a story in my head about 7 minutes ago while i was taking a nap. about a girl. she had a blue string in her hair. and some boy always pulled it and untied it. she was always mad at him.
but then they fall in love.
and surprise, it works out. they get married. and they're very happy. positively in love every morning. i saw them in their kitchen a lot. they ate scones together. and muffins. and skim milk. but then
he
died.

i feel really bad.

i hate when i can't make things work they way i want them too. i hate when my fictional girls end up crying in their beds with their older brothers comforting them. and their husband is
not
alive
anymore.

for the love of donut holes.

i can't even dream the way i want too anymore.
love, bella.