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David Duchovny via IG today
December 24, 2025 at 5:53 PM
David Duchovny via IG today
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Some people are tiny suns and some are tiny moons and they spin and spin around each other in the sky. It may take a while for them to meet but when they do they make such a pretty sight.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
December 14, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Some people are tiny suns and some are tiny moons and they spin and spin around each other in the sky. It may take a while for them to meet but when they do they make such a pretty sight.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
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You’re mine: to care for, to look after, to spoil; to disagree with, to piss off, to annoy; to beg forgiveness from, to absolve, to meet halfway. You’re mine to learn, you’re mine to love.
December 13, 2025 at 5:16 PM
You’re mine: to care for, to look after, to spoil; to disagree with, to piss off, to annoy; to beg forgiveness from, to absolve, to meet halfway. You’re mine to learn, you’re mine to love.
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‘What if it this doesn’t work?’ You ask, lips halfway to mine. ‘What if it ends?’
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
December 13, 2025 at 2:57 PM
‘What if it this doesn’t work?’ You ask, lips halfway to mine. ‘What if it ends?’
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
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To want someone so badly it makes you silly, makes you say stupid things and act in strange ways. To want someone so badly it keeps you up at night, keeps your thoughts busy, your mind foggy. To want someone this badly; is it a fall or a tragedy?
December 13, 2025 at 2:54 PM
To want someone so badly it makes you silly, makes you say stupid things and act in strange ways. To want someone so badly it keeps you up at night, keeps your thoughts busy, your mind foggy. To want someone this badly; is it a fall or a tragedy?
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Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny
December 9, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny
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I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
December 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM
I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
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Some people go together like parentheses; matching opposites, always curled towards one another, keeping the best parts of their story safe between them.
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Some people go together like parentheses; matching opposites, always curled towards one another, keeping the best parts of their story safe between them.
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‘What’s mine is yours’, I say, and I mean my clothes, my food, and my heart. You have left fingerprints on them all.
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
‘What’s mine is yours’, I say, and I mean my clothes, my food, and my heart. You have left fingerprints on them all.
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I think if they erased my memories I’d remember you anyway. You’re branded into my soul, scorched into my heart. When they cut me down for wood they’ll see your initials carved into my bark.
December 5, 2025 at 4:36 PM
I think if they erased my memories I’d remember you anyway. You’re branded into my soul, scorched into my heart. When they cut me down for wood they’ll see your initials carved into my bark.
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‘Did you see that?’ You ask.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
December 5, 2025 at 4:35 PM
‘Did you see that?’ You ask.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
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Everyone has a soft spot: a weakness that makes them strong, something they would give up everything for. Sometimes it’s a person, the one who gets away with everything. The one who got away, who is everything.
December 5, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Everyone has a soft spot: a weakness that makes them strong, something they would give up everything for. Sometimes it’s a person, the one who gets away with everything. The one who got away, who is everything.
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Some people are so sweet they make your blood sugar spike and that’s why you feel a little lightheaded when you look their way, why you feel a sudden urge to take a bite. Coloquially called cuteness aggression.
December 5, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Some people are so sweet they make your blood sugar spike and that’s why you feel a little lightheaded when you look their way, why you feel a sudden urge to take a bite. Coloquially called cuteness aggression.
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We call them butterflies, the fluttery beat of wings you feel in your chest when you stumble on love. Maybe that’s why ribs are cages; to stop our hearts from taking flight.
December 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM
We call them butterflies, the fluttery beat of wings you feel in your chest when you stumble on love. Maybe that’s why ribs are cages; to stop our hearts from taking flight.
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There’s a certain look of desire, of yearning. It weighs down the eyes and slows your blinking. It’s the same feeling that makes your hands do silly things like reach for what they can’t have. That forces your body to lean towards another person like a flower seeking sunlight.
December 5, 2025 at 5:16 AM
There’s a certain look of desire, of yearning. It weighs down the eyes and slows your blinking. It’s the same feeling that makes your hands do silly things like reach for what they can’t have. That forces your body to lean towards another person like a flower seeking sunlight.
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There’s a kind of beauty that takes your breath away and it’s true what they say, that attention is the beginning of devotion. That love is not being able to look away.
December 3, 2025 at 9:52 AM
There’s a kind of beauty that takes your breath away and it’s true what they say, that attention is the beginning of devotion. That love is not being able to look away.
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You love me; I would die and kill for you.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
December 3, 2025 at 9:48 AM
You love me; I would die and kill for you.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
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I like how love softens your voice and tugs at the corners of your eyes. I like how it paints your face sweet and makes your touch gentle. I like that fondness is hard to miss because it refuses to stay locked inside the cage of your ribs where you heart lives.
December 3, 2025 at 9:46 AM
I like how love softens your voice and tugs at the corners of your eyes. I like how it paints your face sweet and makes your touch gentle. I like that fondness is hard to miss because it refuses to stay locked inside the cage of your ribs where you heart lives.
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Because the heart is a muscle, it has memory. It remembers you; what you’ve shared and what I’ve learned from watching you all this time.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
December 3, 2025 at 5:09 AM
Because the heart is a muscle, it has memory. It remembers you; what you’ve shared and what I’ve learned from watching you all this time.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
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I’m good at dancing around the perimeter of all the things I can’t say. You’re good at smiling to hide the words that threaten to spill out when you look my way. But as our fingers graze in a barely there touch, the truth comes out anyway.
November 28, 2025 at 5:04 AM
I’m good at dancing around the perimeter of all the things I can’t say. You’re good at smiling to hide the words that threaten to spill out when you look my way. But as our fingers graze in a barely there touch, the truth comes out anyway.
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People carry love in different places: in their eyes as a lingering look, in their hands as a soft touch, on their lips as the name they call out most. Sometimes it’s buried deep down their sleeve and it’s impossible to see unless they unbutton themselves and show it to you.
November 28, 2025 at 4:57 AM
People carry love in different places: in their eyes as a lingering look, in their hands as a soft touch, on their lips as the name they call out most. Sometimes it’s buried deep down their sleeve and it’s impossible to see unless they unbutton themselves and show it to you.
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‘You’re my favourite person,’ I say, and you can’t quite mask the surprise. ‘Is that so hard to believe?’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 AM
‘You’re my favourite person,’ I say, and you can’t quite mask the surprise. ‘Is that so hard to believe?’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
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When we met, one look was all it took. I knew I was in danger when you walked in and brought all the sunlight inside; I knew I was doomed when you walked out and took all the air with you.
November 27, 2025 at 4:38 PM
When we met, one look was all it took. I knew I was in danger when you walked in and brought all the sunlight inside; I knew I was doomed when you walked out and took all the air with you.
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Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay together at the parade!
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November 27, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay together at the parade!
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What do you know of devotion? Of falling to your knees and pressing your face against someone’s stomach, and feeling gentle fingers run through your hair. Of knowing every story has an ending and this one could hurt you so badly but still loving them enough to let it happen.
November 27, 2025 at 4:19 PM
What do you know of devotion? Of falling to your knees and pressing your face against someone’s stomach, and feeling gentle fingers run through your hair. Of knowing every story has an ending and this one could hurt you so badly but still loving them enough to let it happen.