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My life is going to change within the next year and big things are gonna happen to me. An abundance of wealth, happiness, good luck and good vibes are coming my way. I am getting ready to travel and I am ready for money to come flooding into my life and for it to never stop.

Men will fight for my attention and women will fight to be my friend and to be in my circle. I will be exposed to famous people and people in higher positions who will want to help me and be in my life. I am ready to receive everything I have asked for and everything I think of.

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Godiva x Sanrio plush mascot set｡⊹ ♡.*࿐ ｡ ₊ ·

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Moschino Macaron Leather Shoulder Bag.

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Cute pastel pink and white clothing store in Korea.

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I look at myself and I'm like I am so pretty, like wow I'm a doll, an angel. Crafted by Venus herself.

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When Cleopatra welcomed Mark Antony to her bedroom, the floor was covered in a foot and a half of such petals. Did they use the floor, and make love in a swamp of soft, fragrant, shimmying petals? Or did they use the bed, as if they were on a raft floating in a scented ocean?

Cleopatra knew her guest. Few people have been as obsessed with roses as the ancient Romans. Roses were strewn at public ceremonies and banquets; rose water bubbled through the emperor’s fountains and the public baths surged with it; in the public amphitheaters, crowds sat under sun awnings steeped in rose perfume; rose petals were used as pillow stuffings; people wore garlands of roses in their hair; they ate rose pudding; their medicines, love potions, and aphrodisiacs all contained roses. No bacchanalia, the Romans’ official orgy, was complete without an excess of roses. They created a holiday, Rosalia, to formally consummate their passion for the flower. At one banquet, Nero had silver pipes installed under each plate, so that guests could be spritzed with scent between courses. They could admire a ceiling painted to resemble the celestial heavens, which would open up and shower them in a continuous rain of perfume and flowers. At another, he spent the equivalent of $160,000 just on roses—and one of his guests smothered to death under a shower of rose petals.

— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: Roses’ A Natural History of the Senses