the one that started everything
out of every photo on this page, this is the one i'd keep.
that corridor, that day — you laughing at something
and me quietly deciding you were it 🤍
a little something i made for you
tap to openthe world got a lot warmer the day you
showed up in it 🤍
out of every photo on this page, this is the one i'd keep.
that corridor, that day — you laughing at something
and me quietly deciding you were it 🤍
every one of these is a day i'd live again without changing a thing.
My Lamma,
I don't know how you do it — you walk into a room, into a car, into an ordinary boring Tuesday, and suddenly it becomes something worth remembering. Every photo on this page is proof. None of them were planned. All of them are my favourite.
Thank you for the laughing until we can't breathe, for the mirror selfies in the middle of shops, for the pouty faces, for being the loudest and warmest and softest thing in my life all at once.
I hope this year is unreasonably kind to you. I hope you get everything you're too shy to say out loud that you want. And whatever happens, I'll be right there — taking a badly-framed selfie of it.
Happy birthday, my Lamma. I love you, always.
— your Hadie 🤍
a very short list, because the full one doesn't fit on a webpage.
tap the cake. close your eyes. i already know what i wished for.