happy birthday my love ! this doesn’t look at good as i wish it did. my words will probably be more messy than i wish they were now. i’m not a person with many friends, which, well, you know, but i couldn’t be happier to be able to call you one of them. i’ve known you for quite over a year now, even if it’s been a lil’ less since we really started talking, rambling, etc. and each time you’ve made my life brighter. each time you’ve made me wish i could just be closer to you to just - give you a damn great big hug. these past twenty years - you’ve been, i can say that for sure, a wonderful addition to the cluster that this messy planet sometimes is. someone so very worth getting to know. someone so full of kindness. i don’t really know how to express just how much you mean to me, a shame for a self-proclaimed writer, but i know that knowing you has changed me for the better, in salt, angst, ridiculous aus, late night talks and other livestreams, at each moment we shared, through screens, but it still is just as real. now, i hope you have the most wonderful day, here’s to the twenty years that went by, to the twenty to come, and the twenty after that, etc. to all those days you’ll fill with sunshine for me, and i’m so sure, others. i hope i’ll still be a part of your life in these twenty and twenty more years, though hopefully i’ll give you a real damn gift instead of making shitty gifsets. and a real damn hug. these words don’t seem like enough, but know i mean each of them, and more. yours, with a damn lot of love, lottie. @audreycardwell
