I really need to get that extension that saves the shit you write in case your computer flips shit. because I wrote you a very sweet message and then, as you know, a spider popped up in the corner of my bed and I started screaming and crying, and then jinx ate it. and now I’m traumatized and typing this out, but hey happy birthday!
no, but for real. happy birthday to the love of my life, my oldest friend on here, @shedetect / @shejeepers / @shehollow !
ignoring all the above... let’s talk about what really matters.... world peace! jk, no; you! oh man, lyns, I feel like I’ve exhausted all the ways I can tell you how much I love you, like over the past years, I’ve cycled through all the synonyms for love... twice!! but here I am, trying regardless. I wish I could express the depth of my admiration for you, but I can’t beyond saying that I am continously starstruck by you on the daily.
it feels like just yesterday you were back in the sooner state, working at that diner I won’t name bc I don’t wanna doxx you but that I definitely remember the name of, and your dad was asking me where malta is and rambling all about wombats and shit, and we’d watch scooby doo together. and now you’re a full grown lay-dee, and I couldn’t be prouder!!! as much as it sucks when things change, they never really do, and that’s how our friendship has always felt: forever evolving, weathering every storm naturally and coming out stronger.
I know these days aren’t the best for having a birthday, but I hope you can take comfort in knowing how many people love you, and just how much they do. happy birthday, my love, and here’s to a billion more years together!!
xoxo, love and kisses, dani.
