happy birthday, sis.

I'd love to insert all kind of stories of awesome memories, but I'm quite selfishly keeping them to myself.

Instead, I'll just say happy birthday.

You're one of my favorite people ever.

Because of that, I wrote you a poem:

Olivia

I wanna call you HOElivia

But you're not a hoe.

That much, I know.

Happy Birthday, sis.

I... love you. (yuck, but true.)

olivia.

Photo credit to my mother. Great photo, mom.

my sis.

Shot during Hip Hop in the Park. Laughs for DAYZ. Per the usual.

olivia.

She's the only one that gets me.