#brb hungover as shit i feel like i'm dying; is this what thirty actually looks like?

[thisis-elijah]

thirty. man. am i officially old yet? that was a rhetorical question because, no i'm not officially old yet, my diagnosed god-complex by an anonymous "therapist" is well and thriving, thank you. thank you to everyone who attended the secret surprise party alexia organized yesterday. even though i hate surprises, hate birthday parties and hate being the center of attention, i am insanely grateful for each and every one of you and can proudly say this was the best birthday i've had in a long time. thank you guys for getting this party started in a somewhat vanilla way and for letting it end like we're hedonists (and as if it was my super sweet sixteen, cough). without sounding sappy and all, i never would've dreamed of finding not just one, but seven people close to me. seven people that aren't just friends but a chosen family i'm proud to be a part of. i love all of you and i love how we are with one another; with cringy jokes, with being there for one another, with sharing art that inspires (or scars) us and with acceptance i wish i had experienced earlier.

with @phasmophobie and @caughtbetweenworlds being the mom and dad of "die truppe" (if they want to or not), @a-neverending-story being the best dj (and drinking companion), @ertraeumte and @trauma-report being the best conversation partners imaginable, the literal angel that is @emissary-of-autocracy and, of course, alexia, the one without all of that wouldn't have been possible in the first place. i love you.