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follow if you love god :

Look at my user💀

2025-07-18 20:18:54

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Jake Webber :

chills.. bro.. chills

2025-07-17 23:59:35

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Grown man

2025-07-19 18:31:12

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aiden⚽️🩶 :

new rodrick heffly ahh

2025-07-19 09:41:47

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I dunno :

Turn your volume down and look at bro

2025-07-19 03:09:36

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shesjustavirgogirl :

It’s giving Rodrick Heffley

2025-07-18 00:55:55

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KWD._9 :

why does this suit himmmm 😭

2025-07-17 21:47:14

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Here before 1k 👇🏼

2025-07-17 20:32:54

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Karma :

rodrick we talked about this man

2025-07-19 18:20:20

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He’s got the Disney knees down 🥹

2025-07-17 20:26:17

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joeylicari0 :

How does Moses make his coffe? Hebrews it.😂 i want to spread the gospel. So here we go: There is no greater love than that of Christ, who gave his life for us even when we didn't deserve it. And although he died, he didn't remain in the grave: on the third day he rose again, conquering death, proving that in him there is life, power, and redemption. He is alive today, present, touching hearts, transforming lives. Amen ✝️👑, Amen and hallelujah spread this

2025-07-18 14:13:03

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Millis :

this was recorded in silence btw

2025-07-18 07:29:13

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Rodrick????

2025-07-17 21:59:50

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CaydenHFF :

Giving Rodrick

2025-07-17 22:04:51

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MrNoodle :

Not the Disney knees 😭🥀😔

2025-07-18 01:26:43

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M A D I S O N💐 :

OH😭

2025-07-18 16:47:04

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Rodrick is that you? 😭❤️❤️

2025-07-19 15:08:38

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Baggiest jeans in Atlanta

2025-07-18 13:32:38

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grown man

2025-07-19 00:38:59

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Recording in silence btw

2025-07-18 01:59:27

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Let it out bro

2025-07-19 05:06:17

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Rodrick?

2025-07-19 15:05:32

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Me when paramore

2025-07-19 17:55:52

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why is this so cool to me

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Here is an entry from my book. Finding Safety in Bellevue A heavy weight, a crushing hold, a story centuries old... A darkness that I can't outrun, a battle never fought, and I don't think I'll win. It will take a higher power, and I scream up to the sky, For goodness to appear, whether from a UFO, an angel, or God. And then, all of a sudden, I run, and then my body follows. And then I see the help I was calling for above. Journal Entry — May 1, 2019 The Night I Survived in Bellevue We chose Bellevue on purpose. When you’re living outside, safety isn’t something you stumble into—it’s something you calculate. You listen, you watch, and you make the best call you can. For us, Bellevue felt like the safest place to go. It was quieter, less chaotic, and not as raw or exposed as Seattle. Out in the city, it was real—loud, dangerous, impossible to rest. But in Bellevue, we thought maybe we could find something we never really had the chance to hold onto: p e a c e. And for a while, we did. Until that night. I felt it before I saw or heard anything—like a shadow creeping up on my soul. A terrifying, satanic force, closing in. Not a feeling. A presence. It was going to take me. Rip my spirit out like it was nothing. Crush me like an ant. No sound, no fight. I knew, deep down, that if it touched me, I would die. My body might be found, but I would be gone. So I made an emergency call. I screamed first from my spirit—pure and wordless, straight from that place inside only the divine can hear. And then, with everything in me, I screamed into the sky. This wasn’t just a cry or a shout—I was calling out for immediate help, dialing the divine like an emergency number. I wasn’t lost or confused—I knew exactly who I was calling. I had called them before. I remembered the tree. It was winter. I was outside again—vulnerable, cold, exhausted. And they warned me. The voice came just in time, telling me to stay alert. Telling me it was happening right now. And just like that, I saw it in my mind: exactly where the tree would fall, how it would look from my own eyes, what I needed to do. A flash of full, precise imagery. And then it happened—just as they showed me. And I survived. That night in Bellevue, I was calling to them again—the forces that had already proven they were real, that they saw me, that they protected me. And then I ran. It wasn’t a decision. My body just moved. But as I ran, I felt something unexplainable—I saw myself come out of my body. Just like in Mortal Kombat—my spirit shot forward a few feet, leading me. Then, like a snap, I was back inside myself and still running. That’s when I looked up—and I saw it. Exactly what I had called for. It appeared in the sky, real and direct. It wasn’t vague. It wasn’t imagined. It was there. It came because I asked. Because I screamed for it. And I survived That night, the place we had chosen to find p e a c e became the place where I truly saw that I’m not alone. Something was watching over me. Something heard me. It had heard me before. It had shown me things before. And it came back when I needed it most. And in the end, my piece was in Bellevue after all—because those woods that surrounded me, the place I lived, were where I was truly protected. In the end I chose to live in Bellevue. I just had to believe that if I camped out in the Microsoft Masters’ "backyard", he would have to show his goodness after all—the good work his foundation does for homeless youth. From my experience with his technology and my history living in the streets, I just knew it would be the safest place for me to be.

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