Stay Another Day

by Juno Dawson

God, this is turning into French farce and we’ve been home for less than twenty-four hours.

Oh, and it doesn’t matter how many times I chuck Philosopher’s Stone into the fireplace, another copy appears on the shelf like literary herpes.

‘It’s a struggle, life. Everyone is struggling with something. It’s why we’ve got to be kind to each other, even when it’s really fuckin’ hard. You just don’t know. You can’t tell by looking.’

lovers don’t have to match; they have to be in proportion.