When I Say You Can Have Everything That You Want, I Absolutely Mean It

𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ i love checking my bank account, it makes me feel so happy and good to see that i have billions and billions in my bank account and every second billions more are being deposited. it feels so great and safe to be this rich, i feel so financially independent, secure, and stable because i know my money aint going nowhere. money loves me and sticks to me like glue. i always have more than enough money because it’s always chasing me. i could never run out of money, money can’t be without me. my everyday is showered with so much money im basically swimming in it. i have so much money i don’t know what to do with it. i am filthy rich and its no getting rid of it. i am known for being wealthy. i am known for being so rich. rich is my middle name. ‘i am a billionaire’ is tattooed to my forehead, there’s no getting rid of that. it feels so freeing to have all the money the money in the world and not have to worry about a dam thing because whatever i spend comes back to me a billion times more in a billion different ways. i have so many sources of income it’s insane, i always have large sums of money coming in from somewhere. i can afford everything and anything i want because i get paid billions just to be. money truly loves me and it can’t exist without me. 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

”thoughts become things. if you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.”— bob proctor

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My Roman empire will forever be me.

Me when I handle things better than I used to.

Me how I love.

Me how kind I am to myself.

Me how I forgave myself.

Me how I healed myself.

Me because I always dreamed about being this woman.

Me because when I set my mind to something I achieve it.

Me because I have peace of mind & God on my side always.

“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany

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Change your mindset, change your life

Currently clearing my life of the old story. That version of my doesn’t exist anymore

a girl without her music is like an angel without its wings