“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.”—Woody Allen (via saddest-summer)
my mom’s elderly golf friend who has never met me wanted to set me up with her “6’2” gorgeous, well-built, athletic grandson” and she offered to give my mom his calendar (what). my mom only said no once she found out he’s going to college on the east coast because she wants me close-by.