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.

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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.

i could buy a boy to hold my hand...

dear fleur.
2nd day of districts.
man, i am soooooo bringing my sleeping bag today.
and
3 pairs of mittens.
love, bella.

post script: did you know i have a nerve disorder that makes my fingers turn white when they get cold? yes. i do. so when i say "my hands are cold," i mean it.

dear fleur.
i flat ironed my hair yesterday.
this morning i had oatmeal for breakfast.
last night i dreamed that some boy i didn't know bought me a kindle for no reason at all.
today is varsity track&field districts.
i want to wallpaper my bedroom.

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selfish, i know. because my room is painted all nice and everything. it's bright and sweet and calming. it reminds me of honey on toast.
but i want wallpaper.
there is just something about waking up in a bedroom and seeing a darling print staring at you. it's like being loved every morning of your life. or that's what i think it would be like. and the names are delightfullllll.

vesta damask. portobello. manor house by laurence. sophia by monsoon. desire. taylor&wood-frames by british.

they're incredible. and the last one, the frames, now whoever made that was a genius. that is the one i want.
i secretly have this idea in my head that when i get my own house, i will fill a whole wall with frames. and a thousand pictures.
now i'm going to buy this wallpaper too. one wall real frames. the others wallpaper frames.
ah.
i'm so excited.

but maybe i'm just crazy.

now i'm off to go search for some orange juice. i would really love some. but i'm not sure if the freezer's hiding any.
and i'll work on that story i started last night. it doesn't make any sense. and it's not supposed to.
niceeeeee.
love, bella.

POST SCRIPT:
all wallpaper compliments of graham&brown/UK. love them.

fool[ish].

dear fleur.
middle school track&field districts today.
this morning, homemade slippers and sweats.
my hair is a mess.

what are you feelings on fools?

and i think i want to vacuum. so when i come home tonight, i will be vacuuming everywhere. o.k? sounds positively adorable. i'm going to need my spandex...

announcement. everyone check my right hand sidebar. davey rose is now located on there. he's the one that will make every girl swoon and be jealous because yes, we have had conversations about chocolate chip cookies and theatre.
he's that rad.
and he wins the prettiest eyes in the world award. hands down. slapslapslapslapslap.

enough distractions. i really need to figure out this fool thing. what is the definition?

now i have to go find my shakespeare to take on the bus and try and do something with my positively awful hair and look for our dictionary.
xo, bella.