I am the very definition of SUCKING FUCKING LATE.
You know, as if last Saturday wasn't the birthday of one of the best persons I've ever met.
Damn.
(I really
hate this not-having-internet-in-the-weekends.)
(Amongst other things.)
Because, you see, unless you already figured it out - and I did leave a
few heavy hints - it turns out last Saturday was the birthday of someone who comes very, very close to being the best friend one could hope for.
(And I'm appallingly late. Shit.) The kind of person you talk with for not even a week and already feel like you've known your whole life.
(And I'm raping the English language, too.) The kind of person you end up opening completely up to without even realizing it, no matter how long it can take you with anyone, and you never, ever come to regret it. And, you know, as if that wasn't enough, she's also smart, funny, beautiful, clever, sweet, incredibly caring, very very inspiring (Oona and I both can testimony to it :P), and...
Well, she's
Ni. She's special. :D
I mean, we're building a temple to her. (Complete with
a statue.) Should I add more? :P
Title: A Saturday
Rating: ...don't make me say it.
Characters: Practically everyone. The puppies, Prongs, Lily, even Peter.
Notes: ...follow the olives.
(Also, if you have the
Monotype Corsiva FlairRoman font it looks prettier.)
(Oh, and let the cursor hover over the images. :P)
( [Harry Potter] - PG (?) - A Saturday )