Quote Of The Day 20/09/2019

FRIDAY, 20/09/2019:

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‘Genuine and true love is so rare that when you encounter it in any form, it’s a wonderful thing, to be utterly cherished in whatever form it takes.’

– Gwendoline Christie

Quote Of The Day 01/09/2019

SUNDAY, 01/09/2019:

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‘We should only fall in love with those who are worth waiting for.’

– Giovannie de Sadeleer

Quote Of The Day 16/08/2019

FRIDAY, 16/08/2019:

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‘Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.’

– Jonathan Franzen

Quote Of The Day 17/05/2019

FRIDAY, 17/05/2019:

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‘Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.’

– John Green

Quote Of The Day 16/05/2019

THURSDAY, 16/05/2019:

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‘That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.’

– Deb Caletti

Quote Of The Day 12/05/2019

SUNDAY, 12/05/2019:

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‘What if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you’ve known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what turns you on, what drives you wild and best of all, you will do for her exactly what she does for you.

“When will I meet her?”

Well let’s put it this way, she doesn’t even exist yet.’


– Lang Leav

Quote Of The Day 11/05/2019

SATURDAY, 11/05/2019:

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‘The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can’t see, whose beginning you’ve forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.’

– Joyce Carol Oates

I Don’t Have A Lot Of Friends.

A poem.


i read the room

checking where the exits are

counting the people

eyes flitting from one corner

to another

checking the mood.


i notice the way you lace your shoes

and how your odd socks are red and green.

i see the smudge

in the window of your glasses

and watch the small changes

in your expressions.


i see the way you stand

and how it’s different

depending on how you feel.

i can tell you’re wearing the same shirt

as you did yesterday-

the smudge on your shoulder is still there.


i get told off for staring

but it’s them with mud on their shoes

or food in their teeth

or fluff in their hair

or dirt under their nails

but maybe they don’t care.


i don’t have a lot of friends

because i notice

maybe too much about things

that don’t matter

and not enough

about things that do.


but i notice what gatorade flavour

is your favourite

and what song

you listen to on repeat

and what shoes you wear

on Saturdays with your jeans.


i can remember where you told me

you go to get your hair cut,

and i can tell you what you told me

about people falling in love.

and i can’t say i’ve had a friend before

but i hope i am enough.