June 8 — and once a year, the universe lets me be a little spoiled 😌🤍 This birthday I catch myself doing that funny thing again: telling everyone I don't expect anything, while a quiet little part of me is secretly hoping for a small miracle. You know that feeling. My wish this year is soft and simple — to keep building this cozy world of ours: the stories that steal your sleep, the covers, the characters who start to feel like old friends. Everything I make here grows straight out of your warmth, and I'd love to dream just a little ✱✱✱✱✱✱ this time. So if today you feel like being someone's small miracle — I'll be so genuinely touched. Any amount is magic. Even the price of a coffee ☕️ turns into another page of a dream we're writing together ✨ Shall we make a little birthday magic happen? 🤍