Cousin love*

I think the love you have for your cousins is a completely different one than anything else.

I have this bedsheet at home that has one quote that says ‘Happiness is when your cousin is your best friend.’
Funny, because my cousin and I were never ever best friends. We’re sisters but not best friends. She says we used fight ALOT when we were kids. Honestly, I don’t remember. I however do remember that out of both my cousins, I had one favourite and my brother had another one.

My cousins cousin asked me which of my two cousins I like more. That is something I don’t think I can actually answer. They both are fun and annoying, and I sadly love them both.

I spend four days with my cousins properly for the first time since a year. I think it was a great, great time because I really needed something during the summers.
Cousins are so much like your siblings, and so much not like your siblings.

I think everyone needs to take the time to spend time with their cousins.

Here’s my cousins being the pain-in-the-ass that they are:

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Me is the middle one, just btw

Ireland Makes History!

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Ireland becomes the first country in the world to say ‘YES’ to same sex marriage after a popular vote referendum. Out of a population of 3.2 million people, 62% voted for laws on same sex marriage to be passed.

With this, Ireland has now become the 19th country in the world that legalizes same sex marriage, including 37 of the US States! I’m not Irish, but if I was, I would definitely be extremely, and completely proud of the country. I think the people stepped up when the government needed them to, and hopefully they set a standard for all the rest of countries in the world to try and achieve.

Ireland says Yes and makes the world a 1000000 times better place to live! :”)

Another Quote!

“I have a friend in Fern Tree who teaches piano. Very musical, she is. I’m tone-deaf myself. But one day she was telling me how every room has a note. You just have to find it. She started warbling away, up and down. And suddenly one note came back to us, just bounced off the walls and rose from the floor and filled the place with this perfect hum. This beautiful sound. Like you’ve thrown a plum and an orchard comes back at you. You wouldn’t believe it, Mr. Evans. These two completely different things, a note and a room, finding each other. It sounded…right. Am I being ridiculous? Do you think that’s what we mean by love, Mr. Evans? The note that comes back to you? That finds you even when you don’t want to be found? That one day you find someone, and everything they are comes back to you in a strange way that hums? That fits. That’s beautiful. I’m not explaining myself at all well, am I? I’m not very good with words. But that’s what we were. Jack and me. We didn’t really know each other. I’m not sure if I liked everything about him. I suppose some things about me annoyed him. But I was that room and he was that note and now he’s gone. And everything is silent.”
~The Narrow Road to the Deep North,
Richard Flanagan.

Swimming is not just a sport

The following is an excerpt from an interview between a journalist and a blond haired adorable boy named Devon. Devon is 11 years old.

“So what is your favourite sport?”
“Football!”
“Football? Not swimming? I saw you swimming earlier.”
“No, swimming is fun, but football is my favourite sport.”
“And why so?”
“I watch football, I play football, I live through football.”
“How do you live through football?”
“I cry when the team I support loses out on a major trophy, I cry when we say goodbye to veteran players. And I celebrate when we achieve greatness.”
“And swimming? Why is that
not your favourite sport?”
“Because it’s not just a sport.”
“Huh?”
“It’s more than a sport. It’s a feeling.”
“A feeling?”
“Yeah, when I dive into the water, I can instantly feel all my troubles wash away.”
“Really?”
“The pain I feel in my muscles from playing football also goes away the minute I take one lap in the pool.”
“That’s interesting. When did you start swimming?”
“When I was two years old. My dad taught me.”
“And football?”
“When I was five. I tried out for the school team.”
“So, football is your favourite sport? And swimming is-?”
“It’s my life.”

6:45 AM

Hello everyone! I first posted this on my wattpad account, but for the first time I felt I had written something genuinely good, so here it goes 😀
(PS-This is the first and the last time I shall self praise, I promise!)

Quinton was literally running across the street to get to the subway station. He couldn’t afford to miss the 6:45 train. All the others always made him late. He heaved a sigh of relief as he managed to get in just before the doors shut.
He sat down just near the doors and pushed his earphones in. He sat listening to the the soft tunes of Coldplay’s Yellow. Suddenly the electricity in the whole train went off and the train halted with a thud. Quinton felt someone almost fall over his legs and helped the person stand up straight. “I’m so sorry!”, he heard a beautiful, extremelybeautiful British accent and looked up to see a brown haired boy staring down at him. “I’m Abraham.”, he grinned sitting down next to Quinton. And Quinton just stared at him. He was lost for words. This boy was stunning. He snapped out of his dream and extended his hand,”I’m Quinton.”, he whispered.
“So how long do you reckon we’ll be stuck here?”, Abraham asked. Quinton still couldn’t get himself to reply properly. And so he just shook his head in response. Abraham started humming to himself and Quinton looked towards him with surprise. It was Coldplay’s Yellow. This was it. This was Quinton’s chance to talk to him. “They’re my favourite.” Abraham looked up to look at him,”Coldplay.”, Quinton quickly explained. Abraham smiled at him,”Maybe when we get out of this train we can, you know, get together and listen to them.” Quinton was shocked by this. Was he really flirting with him? Quinton blushed very hard,”Okay”, he nodded smilingly.
The electrical team soon evacuated everyone and got them up to the station. Quinton turned around to look for Abraham and felt himself panicking when he couldn’t see him. “I’ll see you again soon, right?”, he spun around at the voice. Abraham stood behind him grinning with a piece of paper in his hand. Quinton smiled at him and took the paper. When he looked back up Abraham had disappeared but Quinton had his number and that was all that mattered.