Kat

“And then, three months in, almost to the day, he told her he loved her. She announced it at a dinner with mates. We all toasted it and shrieked with joy—I wrote a sad soliloquy about it on my iPhone notes on the night bus home.”
― Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love

“would like to pause the story a moment to talk about “nothing will change.” I’ve heard it said to me repeatedly by women I love during my twenties when they move in with boyfriends, get engaged, move abroad, get married, get pregnant. “Nothing will change.” It drives me bananas. Everything will change. Everything will change. The love we have for each other stays the same, but the format, the tone, the regularity, and the intimacy of our friendship will change forever.”
― Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love

“Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt. Men don’t work like that as far as I’ve been able to judge. Men aren’t haunted by the way a woman holds a glass. Men are haunted by women who’re just like the one who married dear old dad.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

“I sat on the outside, looking in. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to find a sense of security in the person you went to bed with—a notion that was so foreign to me. I looked at the small gaps in between all their bodies and imagined the places that lay between them; the stories they had written together; the memories and the language and the habits and the trust and the future dreams they would have discussed while drinking wine late at night on the sofa. I wondered if I would ever have that with someone or if I was even built”
― Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love