HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH TO YOU, PUMPKIN DUCHESS OF THE GODESSES!!
You’re seventeen now. I remember being seventeen. It’s ages ago (the whole three years minus three days, yes) and it was quite a fun and calm year. You’re not an annoying sixteen year old anymore, but adulthood is also still a year ahead, so you’re chill. Kidding, you’re not gonna feel like an adult until you’re sixty three, trust me. This year won’t differ that much, until you’re three years older and suddenly you realised you’ve changed. No worries, it’ll probably be for the better.
BUT
ONE THING WON’T CHANGE
AND THAT IS
*CRICKET*
(THAT’S THE WRONG SOUND, YOU BLOODY FOOLS)
*SILENCE*
THE FACT
THAT
I
AM AN IDJIT
..
OH
AND THAT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND I’M SO GLAD I ‘MET’ YOU. Shipping characters was never so intense before I met you, eventhough we didn’t even know we were both shipping them. You’re amazing, every single part of you, and I love how much we are alike, and how much we aren’t. You make me feel important and I love that. I hope your day will be at least a little bit of fun, even with those shitty classmates you have, and I’ll be there when you get home to have my share in that. I love you. Peace out.
[poo]
Dillinger
Maar wat hebben we zoal nodig om een verjaardag te vieren?
