Kirsten Bean.

Dear Kirsten.
You are my favourite.

(Today is her birthday.
She is 18 years old.
I MISS HER.)

So today I ran around wearing mascara and danced in my front yard and drank too many cups of tea and pretended you were with me.
You and I are so different.
And so much the same.

You likes mangoes. I hate mangoes.
But I still love you.

I wish I was in your bedroom and we were counting spoons together or something.
I adore you babe.

I think I'm going to go study french now and put my pajamas on and make you another birthday card while ripping up magazines.
Wait till you see what I found for you Honey.
Je t'aime.
Love Your Bell.

daaaaaaavvvvvvvvvveeeeeeey.

(davey&who i am informed to be trey francis. but i don't know him.)

dear davey rose.
i like you.
annnnnnnnddddddd
you are positively, pretty much adorable.
don't think that i am being too forward when i say those things. it's just the truth. seriously. ask any girl. they all love you.
and the boyssss.
did i mention everyone[mememememe] is jealous that you live by the beach?
the end.
oh.
and, happy birthday.
the day i met you can be counted as one of the luckiest days of my life.
now it's the end[ish].

love, bella.

EDIT: david is particularly sweet. he is super smart. and one day i want to chase little birds flying around wal-mart with him. or eat oranges on the sidewalk while reading MacBeth. but those are just ridiculous dreams of mine.

we can wear red shirts and eat all the bagels in the world's kitchen.

Dear Fleur.
This girl?
Ummm, yes, it was her birthday.
And, yes, I love her to death.
And, yes, I've never even met her.

You can be jealous if you want.

Happy Belated Birthday Reagan.
♥ x 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 = My fingers on this keyboard.
You're a doll.

One day we'll eat bagels together.
o.k.
And you can stick birthday candles in yours.

Love, Bella.

1:07a.m.

Dear Fleur.
Franny turned 13.
And I was relieved.
Everything was hidden and wrapped and tied with a bow at 1:07 in the morning.
Let me just tell you, baking brownies at midnight is not quite as splendid as you would think.
But it's worth it.
Love from Bell.

Scream my name everday of your life.

Dear Fleur.
It's my little brother's birthday.
I love him.
He makes my head spin when he kisses me on the cheek. And sings "bennyandthejets" in my ear. And asks me to build something with him please. And I just darn love him to the moon.
Something a lot of people don't know, a long time ago, he almost wasn't my brother anymore.
But he still is.
And he will be forever.
I can't wait for the day his voice changes.
The day he's taller than me.
The day he has a crush on a girl.
The day he falls in love.
The day he can talk about Shakespeare with me instead of Roald Dahl.
The day he wants to get married.
The day he starts a family.
I can't wait for all that.
But for now, I'll just float paper boats with him in the bathtub and discuss Le Petit Prince and peonies.
And it makes me so happy.

Dear Little Boy.
Happy Birthday.
You can't imagine what you mean to me.
Please listen to me and read Beatrix Potter.
When you're my age, you will wish you would have read it when you were your age.
It's important.
I like you to Mars.
Love from your older sister.

He pretty much rocks.
Love Bell.

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.