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Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle

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KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Janaina Medeiros
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Love Begins

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Glitter For Grown-Ups
Makeup pros reveal how to sparkle with sophistication.
I can't keep holding on to what you've got, when all you've got is hurt.
Whenever I see a commercial for the circus instead of getting mad 🙏🏼
"Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals, your creatures. We pray especially for all that are suffering in any way: for the overworked and underfed, the hunted, lost, or hungry; for all in captivity or ill-treated, and for those that must be put to death. For those who deal with them, we ask a gentle heart of compassion, gentle hands, and kindly words. Make us all true friends to animals and worthy followers of our merciful Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen"
Most High, all-powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessing. To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no man is worthy to mention Your name. Praised be You, my Lord, with all your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, Who is the day and through whom You give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor; and bears a likeness of You, Most High One. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful. Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind, and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather through which You give sustenance to Your creatures. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water, which is very useful and humble and precious and chaste. Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong. Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, and who produces varied fruits with colored flowers and herbs. Praised be You, my Lord, through those who give pardon for Your love and bear infirmity and tribulation. Blessed are those who endure in peace for by You, Most High, they shall be crowned. Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death, from whom no living man can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin. Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will, for the second death shall do them no harm. Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks and serve Him with great humility.
Sometimes it's a bitch
Well I've run through rainbows and castles of candy I cried a river of tears from the pain I try to dance with what life has to hand me My partner's been pleasure, my partner's been pain There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle And dark desperate hours that nobody sees My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain My head in my hands, down on my knees I've reached in darkness and come out with treasure I've laid down with love and I woke up with lies What's it all worth only the heart can measure It's not what's in the mirror, but what's left inside Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze Sometimes love's blind, and sometimes it sees Sometimes it's roses, and, sometimes it's weeds Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze You gotta take it as it comes Sometimes it don't come easy
Think of me what you will,
I've got a little space to fill..
In short, my dear, dear children, we have forgotten to be happy.
I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Anne Rice And go down Bourbon Street
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I'm not waiting, but I'm willing if you call me up.
If you ever wanna be in love, I'll come around.