fuck “girl lunch” fuck “girl math” a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.
“Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally the only real question. You may point out–correctly–that it isn’t a real question. Because we don’t have a choice. If we had the choice then there would be a question. But we don’t, so there isn’t. Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn’t love. I don’t know what you call it instead, but it isn’t love.”
— Julian Barnes, from The Only Story (Alfred A. Knopf, 2018)
