perhaps it is that this is the third birthday we’re celebrating together and i prefer creativity over routine, or that i am having a really bad hair day, that i didn’t do the traditional hand-written birthday card slash my face post, but wanted to do something more personal instead.
it’s been three years, mate.
these emotional birthday “cards” end up poetic with me anyway, but i can’t help but remember all the times we wrote together, all the times we argued, all the times we were shocked that we weren’t arguing. i remember endless characters that we created and i remember all the ideas we wrote down but couldn’t practice, and i remember useless emotional outbursts and stupid insults and you growing into the person you are today, and two collages with more to come, and denmark! denmark.
i can’t believe it’s been three years. i am surprisingly glad to know for sure that it will be even more. is it necessary for me to say i am glad you were born?
happy birthday, alexandra.
also, i made a mix for you.