when i was little i used to draw decently. now...not so much. but i can sew.

dear fleur.
3 days. before i get to be with the ocean. i am ecstatic. i kind of want to sit in the sand and draw ugly pictures.
i am not very good at drawing.
i want to be e.h.shephard and ludwig bemelmans. but my hands can't decide who they really are. i am more like a grossssssss bella who grimaces at too straight lines.
ugh.
i want to draw sweeter.

on another note, my tote bag is coming along. but i am tired of working on that. so i think i'll make something for kirstie instead. that should be nice. if only i can think of what to make her.
PAUSE.
i know. this is going to be lovely.
and
i want to go write. something gorgeous. there's this boy up here right now. he is sad. he misses her. and he has hair like bleached sunshine and a nose like hamlet. it is to die for.
i should practice drawing too.

love, bella.

didn't the beatles write about distance?

dear fleur.
remember david? only one of the most amazing guys in the world. he just wrote and sang one of the most amazing songs in the world.
i want it to be one of the theme songs to my life.
this.
and the beatles.

(via)

i am soooooo falling in love with the beatles lately.
and.
davey.
the day i met him is now counted as one of the most incredible days in ever.
oh.
and did you know? we are planning a trip to see him soon. this darn better work out. if i don't get to see him, i just might pull my hair out.

want to know a secret?
i
hate
distances.

all my friends live waaaaayyyyyyy too far away.

now i feel like crying again. but i already cried twice today. and 3 times is too many. it's pretty much a rule of life i'm thinking.

i am going to go write in hamlet now. i have an extra copy to wear out.
love, bell.