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I shouldn't have to spell it out to you, but I will not re-blog a message you send me if it's asking for money or to support something. I am not a charity, and can barely afford my own medical bills. I am certainly sorry for whatever is happening in your life, but find someone else to pestor with your copy paste posts. I just had to block three people for pretty much sending the same message. This is not a joke, and I expect you to take me serious

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“The most confused we ever get is when we’re trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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Flowers in Summer

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"Tears mean nothing if they aren't watering the orchards of our enemies during this cruel calamity."

Moka Lynn, The origin of revenge

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"I still dream about what it would be like to be kissed in the rain, to feel the icy needles assail my flesh as the thunder shakes my bones. Lightening would spark up the amethyst skies, but I would hardly notice: my entire world becoming the arms around me, the lips pressed firmly against my own."

Moka Lynn, Supercell

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"I wasted too much time pushing away stars for a moon that would never be in my orbit."

Moka Lynn, A galactic mistake

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"You CHOOSE to alter your insight in order to keep your reality within their boxes, so mechanically compartmentalized that there's no room for a soul to rightfully unwind.

Moka Lynn, Overbearing