Sapphic stories

Hey, I hope you’re okay  I just wanted to say I’ve been thinking about you and your stories lately. It’s been a while since the last update, and I just hope life is treating you kindly. No rush on anything—I just care and wanted to check in.  If you’re able, even a small “I’m okay” would really ease our minds. We’re not asking for anything big, just to know you’re safe and well. 

„I hope you are okay. I didn’t think I could end up worrying about someone I don’t really know, but here I am. Your writing really touches me — it’s not just beautiful, it feels like a quiet connection to the character, and somehow even more to the person behind it. It stays with me in a way I didn’t expect.“

heyoo author, hope you’re doing well :)

Are okay? Im  not asking for another chapter, Im just scared for your well being.

Hello there  how are you ☺️  I hope you are fine, its been over a month i haven't heard from you   I hope you are going good  

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Next chapter of Project Leclerc is coming this weekend. <3

Hi, do you have a Tik Tok account?

Hi there, i miss my people, eteri and Celeste. Also you, where are you at? Hope you are fine.

Hello my loves,
          
          On Wednesday evening, I published Chapter Fifty-Three. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s there waiting for you. It’s a chapter I’ve been especially excited to share. If you have any thoughts, feelings, or reactions, I would love to hear them.
          
          I also wanted to share something that isn’t mine.
          
          Rupi Kaur was one of the first modern writers who made me feel, when I was a teenager, that writing was for me too.
          
          Almost all of you only know me through Project Leclerc, but I actually write far beyond what I publish here. Poetry, short prose, other genres, one-minute short stories… writing has always been my first language, even when it usually isn’t in English. I’ve even had the chance to publish some of my work in a book before (not in English), which still feels strange to say out loud. 
          
          I came across this poem again last night, and I couldn’t help but think of Celeste. It feels like something that would resonate with her, something she might never say out loud, but would understand completely.
          
          why am i always running in circles
          between wanting you to want me
          and when you want me
          deciding it is too emotionally naked
          for me to live with
          why do i make loving me so difficult
          as if you should never have to witness
          the ghosts i have tucked under my breast
          i used to be more open
          when it came to matters like this my love
          - if only we’d met when i was that willing
          
          There is something about the self-protection in it. The mourning for a version of oneself that once existed more freely. I think some of you will understand why it stayed with me.
          
          Thank you for being here.
          — F.