a small film, for one person only
headphones, if you have them
Make a wish.three candles — one for the year behind, one for tonight, one for everything after
…eight of them. Dylan wrote every one for you.
ONE
Happy birthday, Lucy.
The warmest, sweetest girl in the world.
I’m so glad you were born.
— Dylan
04 · today · the whole day is yours
You got a whole website. Not a story, not a text at midnight — a website, with a soundtrack and everything. Scroll slowly. It was built slowly.
twelve things that cost nothing
Every one of these is real and every one of these is yours from tonight, no expiry date. Tap a tablet to turn it over.
they insisted on coming
Twelve panels. The speech bubble is them being themselves; the line underneath is the part they came here to say to you.
eight of them · nobody else has read these
Not links to someone else’s shelf — I wrote these. Eight short BL stories, eight pages each, made for this page and for you. Pick one and it opens below. They all end well; I checked every one.
the real ones, from me to you
Six series worth your evenings, and exactly why I picked each one for you. No links — you know where to find them, and I know you’d rather hunt.
three small games
Nothing here is hard. Your best scores are remembered, and yes, I will be checking them.
Twenty seconds. Tap every petal before it lands.
Find the matching pairs. Fewer moves is better.
Five lines from the film. Name the voice.
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open them when it fits
Five envelopes. Each one is for a specific kind of day. Tap to open, tap again to close.
three more things
Pick one. Someone from the shelf will answer.
Write a wish for this year and seal it. It floats away, and only you ever see it.
One fortune a day. Crack as many extra as you like.
just between us
Write anything. I read every one. Sometimes I answer with a message that can only be opened once, so read it slowly.
the numbers about you
The site has been quietly keeping score. Nothing leaves this page except the counts below.
you found it
Nobody finds this room by accident. So here is the true version of everything on the page above: I made all of it because you are one of the best things that happened to me this year, and I wanted one place that was only ever yours.
I don’t need you to be easy. I don’t need you to be careful with me. Be loud, be moody, be wrong, be gone for a week. The door doesn’t lock from my side.
You are the warmest, sweetest girl in the world.
That’s not a birthday sentence, it’s just true on a normal Tuesday too. Today just happens to be the day I’m allowed to be loud about it. Thank you for being born, thank you for staying, thank you for every single message. Have the best year of your life — and if it isn’t, tell me and we’ll fix it.
happy birthday, Lucy