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Name: bbg.tati
Birthday: Dec 4 2000
Location: Project Baby
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Thu, 06 Oct 2016

Membership: Member
Coven Title: Member

Personal Bio
Hey my name is Tatiana! But please call me Tati . Im usually bored all the time so text meh! Im 16! I practiced black magic for 5 yrs. My grandma taught me! Also I wanna know more stuff tbh. If you wanna know more about me then ask! :)


10,000 Reasons :'(

Relationship status: Taken! :*



If you're gonna message me, it might as well have a color subject.

Gold 2: I want to be your friend

Silver 2: I felt a strange urge to message you

Bronze 2: I'm bored

Rainbow 2: Teach me!

Purple 2: Let's talk magick

Indigo 2: Let's talk mythology

Black 2: I'm supernatural/otherkin

White 2: Let's talk anime/manga!

Grey 2: Write me a spell

Green 2: Let's talk books!

Blue 2: We worship the same gods

Magenta 2: I want to talk about my problems

Yellow 2: I want help

Red 2: I know you

Mystery 2: (Just mail me the reason)


you kidnapped me, What will you do???

1) rape me

2) kill me

3) let me go

4) tie me down

5) tea party

6) make out

7) video games

8) movies

9) never let me go

10) poke



Blue=I want a second chance

Yellow=you're cute

Green=I want a kiss

Purple=I will die for you

Red=I want you to kiss me

Pink=let's cuddle

Orange=I owe you a kiss

Black=I want a hug

Rainbow=I want you in ny bed

White=I'm crushing on you

Brown=I love you

Blood red=come to the back room with me ;)


Turquoise=I don't like you

Aqua=I hate you

Gold=let's be friends

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



Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No.

Girl: If I left would you cry?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?

Boy: My life.

Hearing this, the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.


You don?t cross my mind because you are always on my mind.

I don?t like you because I love you.

I don?t want you because I need you.

If you left I would die, not cry.

I wouldn't live for you because I would die for you.

I wouldn't do anything for you because I would do everything for you.

But I would still pick my life because you are my life."


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 intodepression. 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. I?m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we?ve NEVER talked before, I?m here for you. Copy and paste this on your profile to show people there are people out there that care


You are not your age,

Nor the size of clothes you wear,

You are not a weight,

Or the colour of your hair.

You are not your name,

Or the dimples in your cheeks,

You are all the books you read,

And all the words you speak,

You are your croaky morning voice,

And the smiles you try to hide,

You're the sweetness in your laughter,

And every tear you've cried,

You're the songs you sing so loudly,

When you know you're all alone,

You're the places that you've been to,

And the one that you call home,

You're the things that you believe in,

And the people that you love,

You're the photos in your bedroom,

And the future you dream of,

You're made of so much beauty,

But it seems that you forgot,

When you decided that you were defined,

By all the things you're not.


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