Light.

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She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked at the clock. 3:32am. It wasn’t even light outside. She put her red pillow over her face. Took a deep breath. Coughed. And then grabbed her Bible and little blue sweater and stepped out of bed.

She couldn’t sleep.

She was getting sick again.

She went and sat on the edge of her sofa and fixed her messy hair in a room with no lights on. Then she struggled to read her Psalm for the day. #66. She liked it. And then she sat and watched The House of Commons live for an hour. She liked the Prime Minister’s accent the best. But the Conservative Party Leader’s was also killer. Maybe it was all British accents in general that she found flattering. She didn’t really know.

Her sister turned a light on in the kitchen. She walked into there, her curiousity piqued. The laminated floor was cold. It tickled her feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her sister looked up. She had a knitted cream coloured hat on and was holding a jar of peanut butter. “I was hungry.”

“You were hungry?”

“Yes.” And then she made herself a peanut butter and banana open face sandwich.

The girl laughed. And went back and layed down on the sofa and listened to some British men fight. She fell asleep at 5:22am.

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Joli.

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There was lipstick stains on her teacup. It was called “moccacino” or something tasty like that. A deep pink colour. She liked it a lot. She’d probably wear it again tomorrow. To Church. She would like that too.

Her tea was chamomile. And her sweater was a pale grey. Her hair looked nice. She was pleased with it today. It reminded her of the movie “The Notebook.” She was happy today.

Her little sister was watching “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.” She didn’t really like that movie. At least, she didn’t really like what she’d seen of that movie. She’d only seen the beginning. It didn’t make her heart very happy. But she wasn’t going to lie. The girl in it was pretty. Very pretty. That made her heart happy. She liked pretty people for some reason.

Today she learned how to say pretty in French. “Joli.” It made her happy. She liked that word. It sounded sweet. And it tasted nice.

Happy heart. A joli girl on the television. Sweet tasting lipstick. Sweaters. Hopes of Goodwill shopping tonight. More tea. And nice hair.

WHAT MORE COULD A GIRL ASK FOR?

Answer not necessary.

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Love.from

Bella

LACE.

I’m wearing my little vintage lace cardigan.

My hair is good again today.

Livy.Love’s address is in my hands.

And I just read this piece that made my ears sing.

A LIGHT LEFT  ON

"In the evening we came back

Into our yellow room,

For a moment taken aback

To find the light left on,

Falling on silent flowers,

Table, book, empty chair

While we had gone elsewhere,

Had been away for hours.

When we came home together

We found the inside weather.

All of our love unended

The quiet light demanded,

And we gave, in a look

At yellow walls and open book.

The deepest world we share

And do not talk about

But have to have, was there,

And by that light found out."
-MAY SARTON

Love.from

-Bella♥

I think John Keats would of liked it when the ladies wore pretties in their hair.

We had some killer indoor practice last night. Our first game is on Sunday. THIS SUNDAY. I’m pretty darn excited if you can tell. I’m just not sure which shoes to wear. O dear. Shoes are so important. And I’m just not sure…

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Dear shoes for indoor,

Where are you?

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I was on ETSY this morning. Obsessing over Which.Goose(click it) and all the lovely hair dandies they make. I adore hair dandies. (I’ve been trying to figure out if they’ll let me wear something in my hair during indoor. It’s not like they can kick me out if I have a flower pinned in my hair…right?)

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Dear indoor people,

Can I wear my hair things in the games?

Please?

The last one is my favourite.

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Dear Which.Goose,

I kind of LOVE you.

We(Miss Tandy, Ria, and I) had a discussion yesterday of what we thought boys might think when you wear something in your hair. I mean, do you guys really like it? Or do you walk about in wonderment of why ever the little ladies love to spritz up their hair with pins and flowers and butterflies? Really though, what do you think of it?

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Dear boys,

Do you like my hair things?

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I THINK I’M TIRED OF UNO. JUST SAYING.

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Dear UNO,

I hate you right now.

I think I will hide you.

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John Keats is still written all over my head. I LOVE that man. There is no one like him. I was reading one of his letters the other day, and this is what it said:

“I am afraid to write to her— to receive a letter from her— to see her handwriting would break my heart— even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear…If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me…”

–To Charles Brown

1 November 1820

John Keats

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Dear KEATS,

I HEART you.

But you already knew that.

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Now I’m off to figure out shoes, indoor rules concerning hair, KEATS, tie-dye later on, and breakfast.

Love.

-Bella.dear♥

It’s FRIDAY and I have sweeet things in my head.

Dear Yesterday,

You weren’t the best day.

PING-PONG was fun.

Tennis was hard.

And the Dentist was horrid.

But I have to say,

I LOVED THE RUNNING.

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Dear People who have chosen “Tooth Care” to be their life,

I feel sorry for you.

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Dear John Keats,

I am in LOVE with you. Really I am. I don’t know how you did it. How you wrote the things you wrote. It is AMAZING. I would go back in time just to marry you. Just to meet you actually. Tomorrow is going to be grand. I will wish you happy birthday. And I will read ENDYMION almost all day. And I will wear your name somehow(I want to do something poetic…).

I HEART YOU.

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Dear people who have been wanting a sweet tid-bit(If there are any),

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He was at least 7 feet away from her when he got down on one knee. It was ironic in a way. He was proposing, he wanted to spend the rest of his life close to her, and he was asking her to marry him from 7 feet away. She laughed at how absurd it seemed at the time. She had never expected him to do this. Not here, not in the middle of the street. But as he knelt there, holding out the ring to her, wearing his starched white shirt,

with his hair a mess,

and his italian leather shoes being scuffed on the asphalt because his knees were shaking,

she realized he was doing it.

And she realized no matter how absurd it was, she had wanted him to do it for the past month. No—she had wanted him to do it from the moment she met him. And this was that moment. And she could say yes. So she did. And the young lady in the periwinkle coloured dress,

and the red heels,

with the strawberry coloured hair piled on top of her head,

and the quivering hands,

ran to him.

In the middle of the street.

And then they kissed.

And the cars kept going.

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I like it. Do you?

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Dear left leg,

I wish you were less bothersome.

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Dear sunflower blanket,

you are grand.

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Dear poofy hair,

You are my favourite.

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Dear IMC Districts tomorrow,

I will wear my jeans to you. And curl my hair. And take mile splits. And hold my red umbrella. And cheer. And I will be sure to love you.

Because who doesn’t love Districts?

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Love.

-Bella.dear

Soccer till 10 o’clock at night while the chocolate milk waits at home? YES PLEASE.

I’m feeling better today.

(My hair is poofy. And yes, that could have something to do with my “betterness.”)

Yesterday was snazzy. Though I was upset for part of the day.

I painted on the kitchen floor.

Read KEATS for 3 hours.

Wanted to run.

Talked to myself.

Made up a grand story.

Coughed.

Fixed my hair over and over and over again.

And then I went played soccer in the tennis courts in a J.Crew vest and black tights till 10 o’clock at night.

So…

it was a good day. Even though my toes hurt this morning and my fingers are still cold.

Today will be darling.

I get to run.

I want to paint some more.

Tea is in the kitchen.

Did I mention my hair is poofy?

WE HAVE CHOCOLATE MILK.

My feet are cold. (O yay.)

And I want to wear bright colours.

So…

Today will be lovely.

Tomorrow, not so much.

1 word.

DENTIST.

So…

I will have to make the best of tomorrow.

But I will have a good sweet tid-bit for you tomorrow.

love.

-Bella.dear

my hair is like a WILD THING…

MY GRANDPARENTS ARE HERE.

(so it’s pretty much happy day to you till Thursday. o.k? i’ll be back to blogging soon enough.)

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we watched Where The Wild Things Are in theatres last night. i ♥ it. the part where MAX is sitting with Carol by the fort next to the orange flowers and Carol scratches MAX’s name into it in the middle of a heart….my absolute favourite. hands down↓.

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my hair is like a WILD THING today.

just thought you’d like to know that.

♦

love.

-Bella.dear

…poofy…hair…

Miss Tandy and i just finished watching The Magnificent Ambersons. i like that movie. i own the book (and have yet to read it), but seeing the movie was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. i completely hated George. up until the point when his Aunt Fanny went crazy on him and he had to calm her down in that little dumpy apartment because she thought he was going to leave her and all she had was 28 dollars. then, i felt he learned his lesson and deserved for me to like him. so i did. and i found him to be spoiled, a brat, utterly rude, and really sweet♥.  that is why i like that movie. i love it when i hate people and then learn to like them throughout the book or film (not to mention that Jonathan Rhys Meyers is reaaalllly hard to hate. even when he’s playing the part of a brat).

{today i’m wearing an orange checkered apron and a little blue shirt.}

i made some Friendship Bread a few minutes ago. i love friendship bread. and i love making it. the task usually falls onto the shoulders of Miss Tandy (i say it’s a task because we somehow ended up with bag{s} of it. it’s hard to give friendship bread away when you only have so many friends. so now, we have to make all of it.*smile*) but when i get to do it, i do so enjoy myself. i think Miss Tandy likes to do it because it involves pudding…

we also watched Disney’s Tarzan today. and i realized my favourite part of that entire movie is when Tarzan goes back to rescue the apes and Kerchak looks at him and says: “You came back…” (in disbelief). and Tarzan replies: “I came home.” that is the best part. there is not a doubt in my mind. that is the best part….you know, i really have to get myself the Tarzan books. but for the life of me, i cannot find them.

so….right now, i’ve been watching a lot of movies. i think it’s partly because i miss my Lala (she’s at a camp). and she took the camera with her. *cry* but i’ll be alright. and movies aren’t that terrible. some of them, are l♥o♥v♥e♥l♥y. like Tarzan. and The Magnificent Ambersons. and Tess of the D’Urbervilles (it’s on the floor in my room). i love good movies.

now i’m off to type on my adorable typewriter and have a little cup of tea and twirl my fingers in my very poofy hair.

-Bella