The Gospel According to Fleabag
The truth was, for me and as for Fleabag, I wasn’t just looking for a good story to tell my friends. I was looking for something so much harder to grasp: a narrative.
trash person . . going through a hard time right now.
interesting you never said this wasn’t okay; we agreed not to be exclusive
that time when: That time when
He told me he wanted a full-time master-slave kink relationship, and also to control his partner's finances, But I figured, like, doesn't every guy in Brooklyn want to mooch off you and treat you like shit?
that time when
that time when
FleabagI’m a fleabag, a trash person; the world is trash; you’re probably a trash person, too. Oh well. Nothing really matters.
Sex and the City’ Girls’
sees mine—in the world
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I wanted to outrun the Nothing. And there was nothing I would not have sacrificed—friendships, relationships, the blood from the heel of my foot—to get it.
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