Erin Schwarm

“You know,” she says with her head still on my shoulder, “internalized misogyny or not, I’d track all those mean girls down and kill them if you wanted. Just say the word.” I didn’t think I’d be in a laughing mood for the rest of the night, but that makes me tip my head back and laugh long and loud as Allison’s head bounces against my shaking shoulder. “That kind of sounds like something I would say,” I tell her. “I know,” she says brightly. “Violence is one of your love languages.”
― Katia Rose, Girlfriend Material