Bria

“her eyes sleepily like a baby in a cartoon.”
― Lena Dunham, Famesick

“driving home with Adam at dawn and drinking coffee on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, talking about our childhoods and our deepest fears, and the way he would look at me, shake his head, and say something laden with meaning or potentially meaningless like “You’re really something else.” I remember the boundless creativity that television seemed to allow, not to mention the wonder: If you wrote an abstract painting or a Bundt cake or a sports car into an episode, it would appear, like everything Harold drew with his magical purple crayon.”
― Lena Dunham, Famesick

“too much, and she also never told me it would be hard to stop.”
― Lena Dunham, Famesick

“but the tears rolled down someone else’s cheek, and I felt someone else’s hand wipe them away.”
― Lena Dunham, Famesick