“I think that’s a distinct problem that two women face. It’s that, first you’re friends with somebody. And you know you’re compatible. But you don’t know if you’re compatible just as friends or if you’re compatible as a couple because you care about each other.”

“I think I took on a lot more of that than I should have because I was already so prone to believe that I was crazy. That’s only half your fault.”

“I sent you a Facebook message about ‘Werewolf Bar Mitzvah’ and that’s really where our romance began.”

“Rather than the ‘Irish goodbye’ where you slip out without telling anyone the ‘lesbian goodbye’ is to have a sort of intense breakup and then continue to sleep in each other’s beds‬.”

“I know what miss most about you. It’s how much I could talk to you.”

“I think it’s a pretty good reason to break up with somebody. Moving and getting knocked up.”

“I mean you can’t just have a keychain that says ‘stud muffin’ and not admit that you have a girlfriend.”

The moment I stepped out of the moving truck and saw you, I was like: “something’s not right.”

“We basically started dating because of MySpace.”

“I also had a really weird relationship with sex until very recently because, I don’t know. A lot of shame is placed on it. Also especially being a girl who likes girls in the South, no one tells you anything.”

“Welp, I just came out! And everything sucks! I don’t know how I’m feeling! Let’s have a fight and have sex.”