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Dear Moon

Me sitting in silence: omg I have so many ideas for this fic I wanna write. I should write this down.

“The point? Everyone is connected and everyone is important. That’s the point.”

“Kindness is not weakness. It’s strength. Those who are kind have been beaten, scorned, cast out, and fallen. They are people that have broke under the cruelty of the world. They then pieced themselves together with gold, showing off that the scars that they were given are not ugly, but beautiful. I am kind and strong and covered in gold. Never forget that.”

“Why I don’t trust the government? Power is a burden. And with all that pressure you either break or turn into diamonds. We all know that diamonds are rare.”

“Heat. It comes from the flames of fire and also from some of the most intense moments of our lives. We feel it in spring and summer, wrapping us up like a blanket but it could also be suffocating. It burns and darkens our skin. The sun. It’s rays has the potential to poison us, but a barrier prevails again and again through the ages. It also gives life, it gives the green of this earth growth. But it also has the potential to scorch it to the ground. The heat; fire and sun; it’s a beautiful and elegant thing but full of mass destruction as well.”