|SO PEOPLE. I LEAVE FOR LIKE HALF A YEAR AND I COME BACK TO..... 1 message. Literally. Bruh.
I am a thirteen year old girl that has been practicing in the arts of witchcraft since I was eight. I have never successfully completed a spell (LOL), but I am still working on a book of shadows and getting all the materials I need. Can someone please guide/tutor me on how to find my goddess? I'm working on that right now and am into Demeter...
I know, I know, people usually put some wise stuff over here to follow. If you're looking for that, you have no use for me unless you want to give me tips.
Root: under-active (-44%)
Sacral: open (19%)
Navel: open (50%)
Heart: under-active (-6%)
Throat: open (38%)
Third Eye: open (25%)
Crown: open (19%)
Blue=I want a second chance
Green=I want a kiss
Purple=I will die for you
Red=I want you to kiss me
Orange=I owe you a kiss
Black=I want a hug
Blood red=Meet me in the back room ;)
White=I'm crushing on you
Brown=I love you
Turquoise=I don't like you
Aqua=I hate you
Gold=let's be friend
Silver=you're my enemy
Periwinkle=(note: if you pick this color you pick what goes here)
Grey=I think I'm falling in love
Mystery=what I want is you
The rest of this stuff is copy-pasted. You don't have teh read it, I'm just that person that likes to repost.
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And finally (NOT), a paragraph on suicide. I took this from mypetdragon7, you might want to check him out.
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that, "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried. Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up.
"That boy you punched in the hall today? He committed suicide a few minutes ago.That girl you called a slut in class? She's a virgin. That boy you called lame? He's working every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the hall? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself now. That old man you called ugly for having scars? He fought for our country. That boy you teased for crying? His mom's dying. Think you know them? Well,you don't. If you want to stop bullying,then repost this. Probably 99% of you won't,but if you are one of the 1% who care,you already know what I am going to ask of you. I care,do you?"
There's a 13 year old girl, and she wished
that her dad would come home from
the army, because he'd been having
problems with his heart and right
leg. It was 2:53 p.m . When she made
her wish. At 3:07 p.m. (14 minutes
later), the doorbell rang, and
there her Dad was, luggage and all!!
I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been
having trouble in my job and on the
verge of quitting. I made a simple
wish that my boss would get a new
job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55
there was an announcement that he
was promoted and was leaving for
another city. Believe me...this
My name is Ann and I am 45 years
of age. I had always been single
and had been hoping to get into a
nice, loving relationship for many
years. While kind of daydreaming
(and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would
finally come into my life. That was at
9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM
a FedEx delivery man came into my
office.He was cute, polite and
could not stop smiling at me. He
started coming back almost everyday
(even without packages) and asked me
out a week later. We married 6
months later and now have been
happily married for 2 years.
What a great email it was!!
Just scroll down to the end, but
while you do, think of a wish.
Make your wish when you have completed
scrolling. Whatever age you are, is the
number of minutes it will take for your
wish to come true. ex.you are 25 years
old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish
to come true).
Go for it!
Congratulations! Your wish will
now come true in your age minutes.
Now follow this carefully...it
can be very rewarding!
If you repost this within the next 5 min.
something major that you've been wanting
95% of teens would freak out if they saw Miley Cyrus or the Jonas brothers on a B247' building ready to jump off. Copy and paste this in your profile if you are one of the 4% that would bring a bucket of popcorn, a chair, a video camera, and yell "JUMP!" Or repost this if you are the 1% that would yell, "Sorry you took too long!" and push them off. I'm part of that 1%!
XD longest profile ever!
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND!*BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WORLD AROUND YOU IS SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.*ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT!*ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.*ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR ''FRIENDS'' ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS!*BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF COMPLAINING AND DODGING RUMORS! KEEP ON LAUGHING.If u agree please repost...