ā⦠she no longer said āmaking loveā; she said āhaving sex.ā But it amounted to the same thing. You had sex, and love got made out of it whether you liked it or not. You woke up on a bed or more likely on a mattress, with an arm around you, and found yourself wondering what it might be like to keep on doing it.ā
ā Margaret Atwood, from āThe Age of Lead,ā Wilderness Tips (via lifeinpoetry)

















