Marie Dubreuil
A 20-something Frenchie, who left her heart in London. Tea-drinker, art lover, and author of Photographs.
Articles by
Marie Dubreuil
Technology Has Made Me Feel More Alone Than Ever, But It Has Also Pushed Me To Reconnect With The World
My sphere of connections was limited to them and my two closest friends.
On Recovering From Anorexia And Being Worthy Of That Recovery
But as tiny as it was, one day, for some reason I will probably never be able to explain, I chose to believe in it, in this tiny little thing, and take on that storm inside of me head on.
You Don’t Find Love, Love Finds You
Love isn’t a purchasable commodity, it is not something you look for and find.
To My Best Friend: Thank You For Sticking By My Side When I Felt Like I Was Drowning
Thank you for keeping me alive.
The Truth Is, No Matter How Strong And Independent We Are, We’re Going To Need People
5,437 is the distance in miles separating you from me right now. 8 is the number of hours between our two hearts. And as I lay in my bed, looking at the ceiling and counting miles and days and hours and minutes and seconds, I find myself missing you.
I Won’t Say ‘I Love You’ Just Yet, But I Will Show You I Do
I will delicately rest my head on your shoulder, and kiss you on your right cheek when you don’t expect it. I will breathe in your cologne and the scent of your skin, and come brush my cheek against yours as we say goodbye under the porch of my apartment block.
This One Photograph Can Save Me From My Anxiety
I like this photograph because of the way it makes me feel. Like it’s heaven on earth. I like that it’s surreal and comforting at the same time. I like that it’s permanent and immutable. I like that such a pretty thing can never go away or disappear.
There’s Something About You
There’s something in you that moves me. There’s something in you that makes me fall deeply, foolishly and completely. There’s something good, big, scary, and yet beautiful.
You Are Worth An Infinity Of Stars
I am sorry that you thought you couldn’t be worth a universe. Because you are. Because everyone is. Everyone withholds an entire galaxy within his or her own soul. And so do you.
This Is What I See In You
What I see in you is poetry. I see a perfectly imperfect and beautifully flawed human being – a speck of dust in the universe, made of some of the same atoms and molecules as the stars.
It Was His Love That Saved Me
So I woke up that morning. I was breathing. I was alive. And I was proved that holding on one day more could just bring me the one thing that’d eventually make it all okay, the one person of all the six billion people in the world who would bring the light back into my life.