something so fucking beautiful and gutting about a private love. like claudia gave madeleine her diaries and therefore all of herself in this massive gesture of trust and this massive need to be known and madeleine read it and loved her even more for it like knew her and loved her completely and entirely every facet of her like. and it was so private and entirely theirs. and its so wonderful that it isn't our business genuinely like. we don't know about it bc we know every other thing about her, all of her shame and her humiliation, but this was hers, this woman is hers. like thats her person. it's the kindest, most necessary, most precious gap in the archive. god.

















