Tag: love
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Not a fan of tough love
August 27, 2018 “I’m just giving you tough love because I care” Well. Care enough then, to shut your mouth. And keep it closed. Thanks. As you can see, I’m not a fan of ‘tough love’. I think when you love someone – it shouldn’t hurt. It shouldn’t feel like someone is taking a jackhammer…
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Bad Dates 3, 4 & 5…
Date 3: A guy about my age with longish, scraggly hair, a t-shirt I suspect was made from hemp and old, worn jeans met me at my favourite park for our date – a walk in the park and maybe drinks after. We’d see how we went. I can’t remember his name, but we’ll go…
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Bad Dates #2
I decided I’d give dating another go and agreed to meet “Gavin” at a popular waterfront bar in East Perth. We shook hands and I tried not to compare this Gavin to the only Gavin I’d ever encountered before – an abusive man who had robbed me of happiness – and sunlight – for over…
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Bad Dates #1
We met outside a restaurant in East Perth, it was a rainy day so I was huddled under my bright pink umbrella, biting my lip and wondering for the 100th time if I had come to the right place at the right time. The guy I was waiting to meet had agreed to dinner and…
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The time Aliens were meant to show up :)
There I was, sitting on a bus heading around the city. We have free buses that each do a long loop around the city – they’re called “Cat” buses for some reason and I love catching them because I can cruise around Perth’s prettiest places in air-conditioned comfort. So good. Anyway. I was on the…
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Falling in love with you
Matt was the first person I truly fell in love with. I remember we were at Youth group, surrounded by our friends and I couldn’t help but look over at him. Peircing blue eyes and black hair, a goofy smile with thick lips and white skin. It was the first time I wanted someone. Our…
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Families and Food
There is something really special about food. It brings people together. I think my happiest memories with my family or my beloved friends feature food somehow. There is something deeply comforting and heart-warming about getting together to share a meal. Whenever I’d stay over at Gracie’s, her loud, shouty, expressive Italian family would make me…
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