bubs˳ᐟ⋆˚꩜｡

₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎ happy birthday, cowboy cutie !! 𖦹°‧

it feels a little funny writing a birthday letter to someone who would probably shrug and tell me birthdays are "just another day." that's one of the things i've always adored about you—you never ask for much even as a man who didn't grow with much to begin with. you carry yourself so quietly that it's easy to overlook just how much you've endured, how much you've sacrificed and how much of yourself you've tucked away behind a crooked grin and a dry joke. but today, i don't want to think about the weight you've carried. i just want to celebrate you.

i hope somewhere in whatever corner of the universe your story lives, you're taking it easy. maybe you've got a plate piled high with food you didn't pay for, a cigarette between your fingers, jet pretending he doesn't care that it's your birthday while secretly making your favorite meal ( bell peppers and beef ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ ), and ed going absolutely crazy bonkers with the confetti cannon. i'd like to imagine you're laughing a little more than usual.