and you still do ♥

Happy birthday, my beautiful, precious darling. I love you, my kitten, so so fucking much.

It's hard to say anything without saying far too much! Phe, you are one of the most amazing people I know. It's been my utter privilege and pleasure to have the chance to get to know you and be able to call you my friend. In life, there are a few different kinds of people. Some add interest, some beauty, some give, some take, some enrich you, some are burdens. You, however, are one of those rare few who can change the colour of entire life, an entire personality, just in the knowing. May you always change colours for people and show new colours and new ways of looking at things, even as you're finding new ones yourself.

I love you. ♥♥♥♥♥

HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweetie!!

I don't have anything clever to say, except that I hope you have an amazing and very special day...and that this year brings you everything that is wonderful and joyous and blessed.

Have a brilliant birthday, hon!

♥♥♥

Have a wonderful day.

There isn't much she doesn't like, really.

Even when life's getting her down, as life is sometimes wont to do, there are very few things that absolutely turn her off.

Dishonesty.
Cruelty.
Ignorance.

There are others but those three are guaranteed: show up wearing them and your day's over. Just. Like. That.

Her day, however, goes right on. Sometimes a little wobbly, often clouded more than seems reasonable, of late, but as a wise woman once said, "All forward motion counts!" and she keeps that in mind as often as she can.

When she can't, she dreams.

Sometimes she dreams of a world of friends, of people who without being forced, people who, of their own free will, would like to get to know her better, just for herself.

Little does she know her dreams are the answer to another's prayer. This other finds her way through the friendships of friends, to the dreams of the dreamer and wakes to find her prayer's answered.

This other one is making her way back out into the world, brave again after learning from defeat, but hesitant, too, and wondering if, along the way, there will be safe places to stop for tea, a sandwich, a song, a laugh, or a short nap under the arbor. A place where the shield can be laid aside, a smile taken up. Where tis all right to keep trying.

They meet in the wink of an eye, between one click and another, and let time take them as it will toward what friendship may form.

This is what I know about her, and why I'm honored to be dreamed. I prayed for you, too.

Happy birthday, love. Here is a shell, for your stories.

The desk old, worn, probably a certified antique at this point. But it's not delicate, not afraid of pressure, weight, deadlines. It's sturdy, with thick, powerful legs. When she closes her eyes she can almost taste memory. The spaces of bone white that show through where the varnish has been rubbed away always seem to murmur to her. The desk is curved inward where she sits. And that has always suited her perfectly. And the desk has always proven up to the task, worthy of her trust.

Her fingers drag roughly across the desk's surface, and the tiny twinges to the pads remind her of greater pains, more cherished pains. Whether by coincidence, good fortune or careful planning, the desk has a shelf, held on small legs. Legs that have felt a caress of their own, in silk, in ties. Legs that have been gripped so hard that the rough press of wool suit on skin had been completely lost.

She sits in front of the desk and breathes in its oak, its age, its dreaming of harder times, better or worse. She rests her cheek on desk, feeling its cool strength holding her head, and she dreams.

Happy birthday, Roo!

I have to admit that I am horrible with words of the emotional kind but that said....

I am wishing you the greatest of days, in  celebration of you, a person of wonderful beauty inside and out. It has been a complete joy getting to know you and hopefully much more in the future. Enjoy your day my love.

I've only been on your friend's list for a short while, but in the small amount of time I've known you you've been nothing short of fantastic. It's rare for the world to be blessed with someone as sweet and wonderful as you and I'm glad that I've had the chance to get to know you. I hope your birthday is just as shiny as you are.

Much love for you!
~de

IL - you know I am terrible with the schmoop and the giving of love.

Know also that I am wishing you the best of days, of years, of lives. You deserve every chance to be as happy as you make those around you. The journal wouldn't be the same without you.

I have things for you, although I am sure you probably already own them all, you hipster you.

( This was my favorite seahorse. I called him Mr. FunnygoodfeelingCollapse )

"Hush", she said
From across the globe
"Your heart is beating too loudly."
"Silly boy," she laughed.

Soft words, sweet.
Calm words, needed.

"I told the moon to watch you.
Whisper to her and she will tell me
your worries and dreams," she promised.

She held my heart
And soothed me sweetly.



Hey sweetheart, I am sitting on the otherside of the world hoping that your part of the universe is treating you right today. I am not exactly a winner when it comes to putting the feelings down in print but I can always find a song to do it for me. Consider this a song in the key of Phe. Happy Birthday lovely.

Lines on Palms - Josh Pyke.

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