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Yeni hafta başladı kalbindeki dileğin gerçekleşmeye başladığını hissedecek burçlar;
BALIK BALIK BALIK
BALIK BALIK BALIK
BALIK BALIK BALIK
111.
Kabul et.
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Week of 2/8 in Pisces: Finally a dream. That was slept among the night. Truly a bright light. Greenish and pink.
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SHUT IT DOWN !!!! NO IT DOES NOT !!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOT
When will men understand that “leave me alone” actually means “touch me more”, “beg me”
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Don't be foolish, this isn't consent. Following this will lead to Jail time.
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Everyone in the comments of this post defending how a flood of gold would devalue the gold standard..
The economy you dickride for is based on nothing but a concept, you just admitted it, and yet you stay bouncing on that thang.
But...imagine if it were based on human needs.
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Week of 7/5 in Pisces: You are very certain again. So much that it is peach and gold and with several eyes. You haven’t even let yourself know what is ready. So much so that it is real.
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Week of 6/29 in Pisces: You can rest and see the sights. There’s no need to overwork yourself now. More rainbows and a pond. A ladder that moves.
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Week of 6/22 in Pisces: You knew it all as a right piece of dreams. But you did not have them. So it goes and an arrival. You let the light.
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All you dumb fucks in red states cheering for the fall of California just be aware without California you will not survive.
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Week of 6/8 in Pisces: Some other horizon. That is what you are after. You do not need to know. It knows you.
Then do something?
Most men today are starving.
Starving for the fire that forged men.
Starving for breath that means something.
Starving for the violent beauty they were born for.
They traded fire for comfort.
Strength for sedation.
Instinct for endless dopamine.
Every scroll softens their grip.
Every indulgence bleeds their edge.
Every shortcut sharpens their own death.
But some men still feel it.
A hunger coiling in the gut.
A pulse pounding against the cage of their ribs.
A lust to strip the weakness from the world.
This isn’t a lifestyle.
It’s blood memory clawing its way back to life.
This is the Spartan Manifesto.
A covenant for every man who refuses to kneel.
Here’s how we sharpen ourselves into weapons:
