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to my sunshine,

I understand better than most what it means to be the writer, the poet or the artist but never the muse.

So I wanted you to know if no one will write poems or stories or songs about you, I will.

If no one will make masterpieces in your image I’ll do that too.

I’ll take candid shots. Note down hidden but sacred moments. I will immortalize you in my own way.

That is what I would do for the ones who are important to me… the people who bring me back to life. For you …

So whenever you feel down… or feel unimportant or unloved or uncared for … remember I do. Remember I care for you. I love you. And you will always be my muse.

love,

luna <3

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to my sunshine,

Happy Birthday my love ✨ I hope you had a great day because you deserve nothing less than the best. I hope you smiled and laughed and enjoyed your day to the fullest. I’m sorry I couldn’t be around for it but when I see on Saturday I’ll try my very best to make up for it.

On your birthday I wish you all the happiness in the world because you put so much happiness into mine. You’re the sun that makes our garden of friendship grow. A giggle that lights the room when we fear it’s growing dark. And the light of my life every single day. Everytime you cross my mind just smile.

But I know even know even somedays the sun takes a break behind the clouds and I hope I’ll always be there for you in the days you do. I’m just one text away <3 I may not always be there but I’ll try to be. So thank you for making every day a better day my love. Thank you for existing in my life. I love you so much and happy birthday 🎉

Love,

luna <3

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i hate when girls feel dumb for trying to see the best in people and then end up hurt or disappointed like no!! it’s those people that were dumb for misleading you. they took advantage of your kindness and generosity, and they’ll rot for it 

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Babeeee I miss you already 😭I know I saw you a lil while ago but I miss you 😢

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Art by Leah Gardner

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they are on a date

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thinking about single!dad osamu and little miya who calls you babe. the little guy is sitting in his favourite seat (his seat—as all the staff and regulars have come to call it) at the counter at onigiri miya one day after school. he's entertaining himself, colouring with some crayons that samu keeps behind the counter for him, while papa wraps up work for the day and chats with him.

but he's not particularly chatty today.

"hey, tiny," osamu calls, leaning over the counter to see what his son is working on. "yer awful quiet today."

he's barely made any progress on the picture of the onigiri godzilla destroying tokyo he'd been so excited about earlier.

"papa," his son says after a moment's consideration. "when's babe's day?"

osamu quirks a brow.

"babe's day?"

his son scrunches up his face a little, like he's thinking quite hard about it. "there's mother's day, 'n father's day. when's babe's day?"

osamu feels his heart squeeze in his chest, in affection as much as it is bittersweet. he's not altogether surprised by the question, considering father's day had just passed, but he's not sure he knows how to answer it either. he lifts his hand and adjusts his onigiri miya cap as he considers how to tackle the surprisingly complex question his four year old had put to him.

"well... there isn't a babe's day, buddy," samu starts, and immediately his son looks at him in abject horror at this shocking bit of news.

"but why?"

samu sucks a bit of air through his teeth. "well, not everyone has a babe. remember? we've talked about this."

osamu's son pouts a little. "but that's not fair."

"what's not fair?" samu leans against the counter on his elbows and cocks his head to the side.

"babe deserves a day too because we love her."

that pang in osamu's chest threatens to cleave him in two.

"yer right, buddy. we do love her, huh?"

samu's son bobs his little head in a somewhat sad nod.

samu reaches clear over the counter and plucks his son up from his seat, bringing him over to his side and resting him against his hip. the little boy grips his father's t-shirt as he clings to him, resting his head on osamu's shoulder.

"tell ya what," he whispers down to his son, bouncing him lightly, "how 'bout we make our own day fer babe?"

the little boy stares up at him with stars in his eyes. "really?"

"really," samu answers with a laugh. "you finish that picture fer her, 'n i'll get her some flowers, and then we'll make her breakfast in bed and take her out to do all her favourite things that day."

"when?" his son asks, wiggling excitedly in his grip. "when?"

samu racks his brain as he tries to recall what your schedule looks like in the coming weeks.

and then, in just the way you always seem to, you walk in right when they need you most. the bell above the shop door chimes signalling your entrance, and both of the miyas eyes go right to you—you smile brightly when you see them both.

"hi boys!" you call to them, waving as you approach.

"babe!" the littlest miya cheers, returning your wave excitedly.

samu leans down to whisper in his ear, quietly slipping onigiri godzilla off the countertop and tucking it away out of sight. "babe's day's gotta be a secret okay? don't spill it!"

his son nods determinedly, but truthfully osamu knows the secret is more than likely to be revealed before the big day. he smiles anyway, pressing a little kiss to his son's forehead.

little miya immediately reaches for you on the other side of the counter once you reach them, and you take him from his father's arms into your own—squishing him tightly before returning him to his seat and taking the one beside it (the one that now everyone has started calling yours.)

you fall into easy conversation with the two of them—samu stopping to chat whenever he can between customers—talking about your day and asking about theirs as samu serves you both your favourite onigiri.

"hey, babe," samu says as he sets a plate down in front of you, and you look up from the picture you and his son are making together with a smile and a hum. "you busy on saturday?"

he and his son share a secretive little look that's less than subtle. it makes you laugh.

"never too busy for you two," you answer easily, and beside you little miya grins.

"great," samu replies. "keep it free fer us."

a customer approaches the other side of the counter and osamu has to step away, but he can still overhear bits and pieces of your conversation with his son even as he goes about preparing a new order.

"...a surprise? for me?"

"mmmhmmm! cause we love babe lots and lots!"

samu laughs to himself as he tucks a small stack of napkins into the takeout bag, because his son couldn't be more right about that. he hands the takeout bag to the waiting customer with a smile, and turns to watch you and his little boy colouring away at your picture together as the afternoon light streams in through the shop windows behind you—nearly identical looks of concentration on your faces (though you don't have any stray rice stuck to yours.)

and he can't help but think he'd make every day babe's day if he could.

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The world is a happier place because you’re in it. Do you know that ? That in itself is an amazing thing but is it selfish of me to only care that I’m happier because you’re on my life?

You bring in my life matters much more to me that what the world needs of you … is that too much …

But also your happiness comes before the world to me. I feel like that balances out.

All I wanted to say was thanks for making my birthday a great one baby 💕 thank you for making me smile and making everyday a better day with your existence. I love you ❤️

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capy on a bike, 2022

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puppy snoopy

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anna harp

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sometimes you’re not gonna have support from anyone. keep going anyway. you’re strong enough to make it.

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july skies

by Denny Bitte

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