A toast.

Here's to stains left by coffee cups, to the way my typewriter makes my entire room smell like ink, to shoes with holes in the toes, to songs that make you cry, to Vampire Weekend, to red velvet cake, to diets that work, to petrichor, to kissing, to baking, to having more friends than enemies, to card towers, to I Love Lucy, to good hair days, to old things made new, to wearing dresses, to hot chocolate that doesn't taste like water, to thought provoking street-art.

Here's to you.

"You must eat so many lemons, 'cause you are so bitter."

All my love,

Addy.