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Yes~

Thanx SKT

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Fun lil throwback~ I do so enjoy vintage stylings. 🕶👄

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It's good to be The Queen.
Things get done when I am in charge of getting shit done.
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✝️CHARLIE KIRK🇺🇲
Thank you, Erika
Thank you for sharing Charlie with US. We The People NEEDED him. He knew it.
We need him now.
And now, he is in ALL of US.
He will be remembered for an eternity.

Vile, hateful, despicable murdererers are easily forgotten.
People who control with screaming, burning, looting and MURDER.... They're the nazis. The entirety of the left are vile, hateful, murderous, nazi fascists. Yet, every day they scream those very words at the quiet ones. The ones who just wanna be left alone to work and take care of their families. And to be free to love GOD and Jesus. Or let others just be where they're at. But if we don't accept the delusion... We're horrible? Ok. How about you accept that we're different than you? Why isn't that ok? Why don't our opinions count?
Science stopped existing 20 years ago. Before that... it was still science. It mattered.

All the left knows is 'HATE then KILL' for not conforming to their depravity. Or simply for disagreeing. Or wait, maybe just for not being able to win a debate with FACTS, instead if feelings.
'Shut up or Die' is the motto of the left.
Personally, I'd rather have a doctor save my mom's life with Science Facts, versus their feelings on whether they feel like she should live because of her age.
*Look up socialist countries for ageism medical help guidelines. Since you love socialism so much.
If you need brain surgery.... Which country do you want to be free to hate everyone in... And still get the surgery you need? Yeah, it may be expensive. How much do socialist countries FORCE you to pay for the "free" Healthcare... That is unless you're too old or you don't draw the right lottery number... You don't see a doctor... For years.

Which socialist country are you moving to?
I'll help ya pack. I'm a great at packing. I have references.

You murder someone that you accused of doing the VERY THING YOU DO EVERY DAY.
You demonic, easily brainwashed, vile wretches.

Charlie didn't die. You CAN'T kill someone like Charlie. He just grew stronger. And you, you just look weaker and more pitiful.
Sad.
Sad and depraved.
Truly. It's not a good look. It's sickening and rather, well, frankly.... Gross.

I'm disgusted
Truly disgusted
Yeah, the left.... they're all friggin disgusting. What a humiliating time to have colorful hair. I was one of purple haired freaks in the 80's (And beyond. Tattoos on my head and everything.) But I was never cruel for no reason. Even to this day... My cruelty comes with paperwork. And I understand every side. No stupid rules on Lifestyle(s) or genders. But if I hear anyone supporting murder for a disagreement..... You bet your ass I'm gonna be all over that.
Libertarians and Conservatives are done laying down for the 1%.
This IS a Turning Point.
*Not and MC. And we're done paying dues for a party we didn't sign up for.
Your DEI no longer applies.
Earn it or move out of the way so someone else that IS EARNING IT.... Gets it.
The leftists are insignificant and they just proved it beyond their greatest ideals.
You're finished.
And it's ALL YOU'RE OWN UNDOING.
Signed,
B~
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Yeah, THAT GYRL

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Another FUN day at work!!!!☺️
When you have to wear snake boots to feed the chickens, because the rooster attacks.
"David Lee Roth" got my ankle this morning, so I had to wear the boots just now. He's definitely got 🐓 attitude. Haha
Happy chickens, and happy B, all around now. Haha

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Yes, yes I AM. 💫🕶🫦💫

"She is messy. Oh, not the kind of messy you clean up with a broom, no, darling, she is the kind of messy that leaves your soul in disarray and your beliefs scattered on the floor like confetti after the wildest party you never wanted to end. She waltzes into rooms with the chaos that makes even the most organised hearts want to throw out their colour-coded planners and run barefoot through a thunderstorm just to feel alive like she does.

She is a free spirit, untethered to your expectations and unburdened by society’s tiny boxes. She laughs in the face of “should” and “must,” and when you tell her to calm down, she only grows louder, louder, until her echo drowns out your own doubts. She’s not here to be tamed; she’s here to paint her name in wildflowers across your memory, to leave you gasping for air and hungry for more of her impossible, intoxicating energy.

She loves too hard, and gives too much, and if you think that’s a flaw, then you’ve never known what it is to be truly seen. She doesn’t ration her love out in teaspoons or measure her affections in neat little increments. She pours herself out, undiluted and unfiltered, into the cracks of your walls, seeping in until you realize she is the only thing holding your fragile pieces together. And if you can’t handle the flood, that’s your loss, not hers.

Yet heartbreak never stops her. She’s stumbled out of the wreckage of broken dreams with mascara running and her dignity sparkling like shards of glass. She’s the queen of picking herself up, dusting off the ashes, and setting her own damn crown straight. She’s been burned, but darling, she’s learned to set fires of her own—controlled, beautiful, necessary blazes that clear the way for new, wild growth.

She is dark, but sweet—a paradox in stilettos and leather jackets. She can make you shiver with a glare and melt with a smile, sometimes in the same breath. Her soul is a night sky: vast, mysterious, sprinkled with stars. She is both the thunderstorm and the gentle rain, the wild wind and the lull of midnight lullabies. You never know which version of her you’ll get, and that’s exactly why you keep coming back.

This woman is wild and addictive. She is the taste of freedom you didn’t know you craved until you had it, the adrenaline rush of going too fast, too far, with no brakes and no regrets. She’s the song you can’t get out of your head, the scent that lingers on your skin long after she’s gone. She’s the forbidden fruit and the entire damn orchard—ripe, sweet, and just out of reach unless you’re brave enough to climb.

Her magic will rip you open, baring every dark corner you tried to hide even from yourself. She doesn’t heal you with delicate hands; she shakes you awake with her wildfire, demanding you confront your shadows and dance with your demons. She will make you want to be better, not for her approval, but because her presence alone ignites a hunger for greatness that you never knew you had.

That untamed heart—oh, it will steal yours, and you’ll barely notice until it’s too late. She’ll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about love, about life, about what it means to be alive. She is the question mark at the end of your carefully constructed sentences, the plot twist in your favorite book, the cliffhanger that keeps you turning pages, desperate for more.

Her laughter is a dare. It dares you to stop taking yourself so damn seriously, to let your hair down, to jump into the deep end with her, consequences be damned. She is the kind of woman who will toast to your failures and challenge your triumphs, who will call you out on your bullshit and still hold your hand when the world gets too heavy.

She doesn’t apologize for her mess. In fact, she wears it like a badge of honor, a testament to every battle fought, every scar earned, every lesson learned the hard way. She knows that perfection is a myth sold by people too afraid to live with their own chaos. She is the living embodiment of beautiful disaster, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you try to fit her into a box, she will shatter it with a single, wicked grin. She’s not interested in shrinking to make you comfortable, in dulling her colors to match your grayscale existence. She is the entire spectrum—loud, proud, unapologetically vibrant. If you want her, you’ll have to step up your game and match her energy, or step aside and watch her light up someone else’s world.

She has no time for mediocrity. She expects the same fire she brings to the table, and if you can’t handle the heat, she’ll leave you in the cold without a second glance. She’s not waiting around for anyone to catch up; she is the storm that forges ahead, unstoppable, unbreakable, unbothered by doubters and haters alike.

When she walks away, she doesn’t look back. She’s mastered the art of letting go, of burning bridges that no longer serve her, of leaving behind anything that dims her shine. She knows her worth, and she refuses to settle for anything less than everything. She is her own rescue story, her own hero, her own happy ending.

She is the friend who will drag you onto the dance floor and into the wildest adventures, who will sit with you in silence when your world is falling apart, who will call you out when you’re lying to yourself. She loves fiercely, fights passionately, and forgives with a depth that terrifies those who’ve never known true vulnerability.

She is the lover whose touch is both comfort and challenge, whose kiss is both promise and provocation. She will push you to the edge of your comfort zone and dare you to jump, to trust, to fall, to rise. With her, love is never safe, never easy, but always worth it. She is the risk you’ll regret not taking.

Her words cut like velvet knives, beautiful, sharp, unforgettable. She doesn’t sugarcoat the truth, doesn’t shy away from confrontation. She is the storm in your teacup, the fire in your veins, the voice you hear when you finally decide to stop playing small and start living large.

She thrives in the spaces between chaos and calm, in the contradictions and complexities that others are too afraid to touch. She is both muse and masterpiece, both question and answer, both journey and destination. She is the story you’ll tell long after she’s gone, the legend that lingers in the corners of your mind.

If you dare to love her, prepare to be rebuilt from the inside out. She will challenge every lie you’ve ever believed about yourself, about love, about what you deserve. She will demand your authenticity, your courage, your wildest dreams. And if you can’t give her that, she’ll walk away with her head held high, knowing she was always too much for the ordinary.

She is not your goddamn redemption arc. She is not here to save you, fix you, or fill the empty spaces you refuse to confront. She is her own force of nature, and if you’re lucky enough to stand in her storm, you’ll emerge changed—stronger, braver, more alive than you ever thought possible.

In a world that tells her to tone it down, to be less, to apologize for her power, she raises her middle finger and sets the world on fire. She is the revolution you didn’t see coming, the uprising in a pretty dress, the riot wrapped in a smile. She is every rule broken, every line crossed, every ceiling shattered.

So here’s to the messy ones, the wild-hearted women who refuse to be contained, who love without limits, who rise from heartbreak with laughter in their eyes and fire in their souls. Here’s to the women who are too much for the faint of heart, too wild for the timid, too real for the ones who only know how to love halfway.

She is messy, yes. But if you’re lucky enough to know her, you’ll realize that her mess is magic, her chaos is beauty, and her love is the very thing that will set you free. For she is not a storm to be weathered—she is the wild, roaring hurricane you’ll thank the universe for surviving. And when all’s said and done, you’ll never forget the taste of her freedom, the sound of her laughter, or the way she made you ache for more.

And if you think you can handle it, step into her world. But be warned—once you’ve tasted her fire, nothing else will ever feel like home."

-Steve De'lano Garcia

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