waiting for you

Just finished my 8,000th re-watch of Fleabag Season 2, and I’m absolutely astounded every single time how Fleabag is able to completely capture the feeling of loneliness that doesn’t leave the room when others enter. The feeling of loving people with everything you’ve got, and not getting that back in return. The feeling of holding on to a memory, a place, a feeling—and feeling safer in those moments that are already gone rather than experiencing life in the present. There is a sad sort of understanding that I get at the end of season 2, where I realize that we can take our demons, we can take our loneliness and our past and our hurt, and instead of pushing the present away, we can walk right into it—even if we’re alone.

A person’s behaviour has more to do with their own internal struggles than it ever did with you.

i’m woman enough to admit that i’m becoming my dad

god knew if i had basic social skills I’d be too powerful