Anne Sexton, From A Letter Featured In Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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Come on.. don't leave me.. It can't be that easy.. babe?

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If you'd believe me, I guess I'll get on a plane!

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Fly to your city! Excited to see your face!

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Hold me.. console me..

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Then you'll leave without a trace.

imagine how hard the "mostly he just ignores you" line would go if they had delved a little deeper into aegon and helaena's relationship.

small moments when he reaches out to touch her cheek and she doesn't flinch, but he brings his hand back. unable to touch her.

him getting so drunk he can't see straight, to find his feet automatically making their way to her bed chambers. how he can only gain the courage to touch her, to kiss her, when he's wine drunk. he feels as if he's not pure enough, his mind, body and soul too tarnished to even deserve to touch his wife.

he whispers in between quiet sobs how sorry he is as he fucks so deeply into her. he catches glimpses of her moon-lit hair, the trickle of a tear going down her cheek. only he knows it's not her own, but his. her bitten lips, so soft against his. she makes not a sound as he visits her bed, laying there staring up at the ceiling. she looks past him, and how he wishes she could see him.

because he loves her, how he loves her. and he hates her. he hates himself.

At Night II, 2021 Maéna Paillet

everytime jamie fraser is on screen, i'm just like 'that is a good man savannah, a good man,'

Me maladaptive daydreaming to break free from this fuckass reality