FLEABAG (2016) Created by Phoebe Waller-Bridge
I'm so tired of everything, but the thought of your arms around me feels like rest. Like home. Like I could finally breathe. I think I could fall asleep forever there.
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
Polaris, The North Star
It invades. With each slow breath I slip under. Into the deep silence of us. I fall through to the other side, where we still live. You are in every corner of my mind. I am who I am because of us.
(via lunamonchtuna)
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Sybille Bedford featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn
I stopped looking for you.
Stopped checking up on you.
Stopped rereading old messages.
Stopped wondering if you still cared.
Because none of it would bring you back.
You’ve been gone for a long time.
You checked out long before you walked away.
And I kept holding on to someone
who had already let go of me.
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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