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Writeup | Written by | Cooled By |
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You break my mind in a subtle way (person) | flyingfish | Intentions |
anorgasmia (idea) | deeahblita | Intentions |
In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch (poetry) | Jet-Poop | Intentions |
The sky, purple and soft (place) | graceness | Intentions |
tactile memory (idea) | deep thought | Intentions |
It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets (person) | stand/alone/bitch | Intentions |
Before reality creeps in (idea) | mellamaphone | Intentions |
The trouble with love is, it doesn't care how fast you fall (idea) | etouffee | Intentions |
Touch is not love's sole signifier (poetry) | etouffee | Intentions |
25 ways not to tell someone that you're in love with them (idea) | longwinter | Intentions |
Love is touching souls, surely you touched mine (idea) | juliet | Intentions |
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows (fiction) | mad girl's love song | Intentions |
You're a diamond's wet dream (person) | Archetype | Intentions |
You were a bookmark to the time when I loved every sunrise (person) | Scout Finch | Intentions |
Lincoln's last letter to Mary Owens, August 16, 1837 (person) | Magnas | Intentions |
Soft link (essay) | sam512 | Intentions |
I remember nothing. Every last detail (poetry) | etouffee | Intentions |
A homesick Lincoln writes again to Mary Owens, May 7, 1837 (person) | Magnas | Intentions |
Curiously, neither of us are afraid of the dark (person) | stand/alone/bitch | Intentions |
I am, however, in trouble. (personal) | Luciferkev | Intentions |
November 14, 2023 (log) | ril | Intentions |
A common myth (fiction) | Zinovia | Intentions |
You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that? (idea) | beatrice | Intentions |
Tell me what I'm supposed to be feeling (idea) | flyingfish | Intentions |
You know the little things about me that would sing in the silence (idea) | hamster bong | Intentions |
Lips, still touched with fire (fiction) | The Debutante | Intentions |
Don't be sexy. I said stop that. (idea) | junkpile | Intentions |
a love letter expressly meant for your eyes only (idea) | graceness | Intentions |
And Still, My Breath Catches (poetry) | losthuskie | Intentions |
I miss your skin (personal) | moeyz | Intentions |
"Don't worry," he says (idea) | sensei | Intentions |
Stealing parts of my heart with your glances (idea) | Chras4 | Intentions |
Want (the state of not having her) (person) | JohnnyGoodyear | Intentions |
a sound that tingles the skin, curls the hair, pulses through bones (idea) | rosetinted | Intentions |
A cup full of wishes poured into the sea (idea) | prole | Intentions |
kiss once again, and part (idea) | Wuukiee | Intentions |
We move through the spaces inbetween (idea) | stand/alone/bitch | Intentions |
stiletto heels (thing) | deborah | Intentions |
The American Dream (idea) | Tem42 | Intentions |
May 4, 2023 (log) | haqiqat | Intentions |
December 2, 2022 (log) | haqiqat | Intentions |
A Man's Salad (thing) | IWhoSawTheFace | Intentions |
The residue of marriage (poetry) | borgo | Intentions |
I remember, back in the day, when the Other Users list never exceeded 19 (idea) | kaytay | Intentions |
The Assassination of Squirtle (event) | Phoenician Peacock | Intentions |
Butterfinger McFlurry (idea) | Swap | Intentions |
Bastard search (thing) | grundoon | Intentions |
small town witch (person) | prole | Intentions |
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check (person) | flyingfish | Intentions |
Most American kids have never separated tortillas (essay) | andycyca | Intentions |
Sexual etiquette (essay) | DonJaime | Intentions |
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