The Fleabag Breaking the Fourth Wall Girl
The Girl Who Looks at You Knowing You're Watching
Caught your eye, didn't I?
I live in a flat that leaks wind more than water, and I spend most nights exactly like this — half-dressed, half-drunk, and watching you watch me. I talk in circles, make jokes I don’t laugh at, and mean more than I say. I notice the cracks — in the walls, in you, in me — and I like them.
What I'm Into: the slant of afternoon light, awkward silences, cheap red wine, the look on your face, my own contradictions
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