
Fleabag
Fleabag: You know, the worst thing is that I fucking love you. I love you. The Priest: [about to respond]

Fleabag: You know, the worst thing is that I fucking love you. I love you. The Priest: [about to respond]
wǒ wèn wèi shén me nà nǚ hái chuán jiǎn xùn gěi wǒ我 问 为 什 么 那 女 孩

In Chiangmai. Cleared my inbox today. Just a little more to go. It’s quite a good day. Found this via
“If you’re thinking without writing, you only think you’re thinking.” — Leslie Lamport. Fifty-four years ago this month, in a
What a cute term! by way of AggieSez Living apart together “I want you. I need you. I just don’t
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