A woman with long curly brown hair, wearing a white top and black pants, is lying on her stomach on a yellow surface, holding a pencil to her lips and writing in a notebook. She has red lipstick and red high-heeled shoes are in the air, with her legs bent at the knees. The background is a plain, soft yellow color.
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Elixir: What We Sip Without Meaning To
Alison Alison

Elixir: What We Sip Without Meaning To

Love doesn’t always leave cleanly. Sometimes it lingers — in memory, in muscle, in that damn song the algorithm still serves you. Elixir is a story about the kind of heartbreak that never fully drains from the bloodstream.

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Decisions: The Heat Behind the Yes
Alison Alison

Decisions: The Heat Behind the Yes

Every yes I’ve ever given has come with eyes wide open. Desire isn’t reckless - it’s honest. What scares me isn’t the fire of wanting, but the silence of pretending I don’t.

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Crush: Served Two Ways
Alison Alison

Crush: Served Two Ways

A crush is a spark you can’t control — equal parts joy, ache, and obsession. This post explores how attraction hijacks the senses, why it feels just as intoxicating in adulthood as in adolescence, and what our longing reveals about us as much as the person we desire.

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