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I love you…❤️
946 by Wanderlust_721 October 18, 2023
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I love her...
miss her...
think of her...
continuously...
praying...
I love her heart...
her voice...
she is beautiful...
her every movement...
is beautiful to me...🔥
never want to...
leave her...
my arms around her...
I can still feel...
long ago I knew...
I loved her...
Everyday her great love...
humbles me...
causing me to Love her...
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miss her...
think of her...
continuously...
praying...
I love her heart...
her voice...
she is beautiful...
her every movement...
is beautiful to me...🔥
never want to...
leave her...
my arms around her...
I can still feel...
long ago I knew...
I loved her...
Everyday her great love...
humbles me...
causing me to Love her...
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946 by Wanderlust_721 August 31, 2023
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946
Nothing was ever the same again.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
946 by SaintAgnesEgypt June 9, 2026
946
Nothing was ever the same again.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
946 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026
chud run
A trip to a grocery store, convenience store, or gas station for the sole purpose of buying an excessive amount of junk food and sugary drinks, usually with friends. A chud run often happens late at night and ends with everyone involved hating themselves afterwards.
chud run by chad brandson July 24, 2026
Word of the Day on July 28, 2026
flophouse
Any house/apartment/frat house/trailer/etc. which is used for individuals to crash (sleep, chill, hang out, lurk, etc.) for a period of time. In order to "crash", one must not actually live there (e.g. have their name on the lease, own said flophouse, etc.). Flophouses are typically used by college students, drug addicts, transients, vagrants, or other unsavory characters.
A flophouse may also be the home owned by the parents of a college student, who after being away at college, wishes to live as if he/she is still at college (e.g. staying out all night, returning just to crash at mom and dad's house, then leaving again), rather than conforming to the pre-college rules.
A flophouse may also be the home owned by the parents of a college student, who after being away at college, wishes to live as if he/she is still at college (e.g. staying out all night, returning just to crash at mom and dad's house, then leaving again), rather than conforming to the pre-college rules.
Example #1
Dude: (Talking to someone passed out face first on the floor of his college apartment) Hey man, who the hell are you? What do you think this is, a flophouse??
Bro: Sorry dude, I must have passed out for a minute.
Example #2
Mom: Where have you BEEN for the last three days? You come home just to sleep?? What do you think this is, a flophouse??!!
Son: What's your problem? I'm an adult now!
Dude: (Talking to someone passed out face first on the floor of his college apartment) Hey man, who the hell are you? What do you think this is, a flophouse??
Bro: Sorry dude, I must have passed out for a minute.
Example #2
Mom: Where have you BEEN for the last three days? You come home just to sleep?? What do you think this is, a flophouse??!!
Son: What's your problem? I'm an adult now!