#day

The event happened on my birthday. I don’t remember the date, I only know it was my birthday because there was no cake or presents.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cake #event #forget #memory #presents

Did I mention you're going to have to drive on our date?" I asked. "Cheap bastard. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#thirteen-days-to-midnight #dating

When asked why I am single, my reply is simply; I consider myself a black pearl rare in my authenticity, adding a mysterious beauty to the select few who can recognize & even fewer who appreciate my worth. So instead of dating, I throw myself into working in the field. If my Boaz recognizes me amongst the black rocks...great! If not, the magnificence of my rarity will simply radiate onto those working the fields as well in the form of teaching, which is what I do. ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#boaz #deserie-johnson #pearls #radiate #rare

The door creaked and I lifted my eyes to see Gee stick her head back inside. “It’s cal ed Valentine’s Day, you moron,” she announced. “If you’re going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.” Gee gave me an exasperated look before closing the door once more. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#dating

You know if the U.S. Government wanted to boost the economy there's a simple solution make Black Friday the refund date for your state and federal taxes ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#christmas #economy #holidays #tax-refunds #taxes

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dursley #hagrid #harry-potter #humor #pig

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#death #night #rebirth #reincarnation #sleep

All the windows of my heart I open to the day. ↗

— John Greenleaf Whittier

#heart #i #open #windows

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. ↗

— Pearl S. Buck

#genius #poem-in-your-pocket-day #death

I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window. ↗

— Pau Gasol

#bullet #catching #days #death #forget