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Burn like sodom, burn everything, then set yourself on fire.

Silly thoughts burn like matches - but brilliant ones burn like an eternal flame.

Sincerity is one hundred percent fire of feelings. Depending on the intentions, like a blazing flame, it can warm, burn and eventually incinerate.

- Well, of course you're just... Fucking fire.

True beauty is the fire of self-confidence that burns within.

Hope is a magnified version of curiosity. It is the readiness to cultivate in oneself everything that can kindle a fire, and to illuminate the darkest places with its light.

To himself, Makar immediately dubbed this style a frenzied empire style.

And that means that Grads will fly in like flocks of rooks...

Muhibbi has come to you from eternity.

Who said that comfort is cotton candy sheets, a fireplace where the fire melts, the full moon and the night sky, on which silver stars scattered like beads, tea light in a room that smells of spices and old books? Comfort is not a place and conditions, it is a little deeper, comfort is in you.

So the politicians were silenced. So corporations are destroyed. So the blessed fire cleansed this world.... But the main thing... so I was right. The collapse has come. The world we knew is gone. How long have I waited... How long have I waited for the prophecy handed down to me by God to be fulfilled. I prepared my family for this. And you took it away. You should have been killed. But you are all I have. You are my family And when the world is ready to be born again, we will come out into the light! I am your Father and you are my child. Together we will go to the gates of Eden

I put out the fire inside myself by blowing the air of desperation, and when I try to rekindle it again, the air has become a storm and does not allow me to light the fuse

Therefore, there will always be a need for people who can draw mammoths, so that those who do not draw can see it - and they also become less scared. Because you can look at a fictitious, non-existent, but as if real. This is the whole miracle.

For me, desire is not a simple need of the body. This is not a cover. It's not warm. This is a fire that does not give light, only heat, destroying, taking away everything without a trace. The longer you suppress it, the more it burns you. You forget that you need shelter. Forget that you need warmth. There is only one thing: it is the thirst that you feel but cannot quench, and the loneliness that you feel.