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Birthday: Jan 16 1998
Last Seen: Thu, 09 Apr 2015
Here are some questions I will gladly answer!
What areas of magick are you most experienced with?
Mythology and Deities!
How often do you plan to log in and participate in the coven forums?
What are your current and previous accounts with the site?
This is actually my first
Is there anything else you would like us to know about you?
I am an absolute GEEK when it comes to Egyptian, Greek, Roman and Japanese Mythology
95% of the girls in the world would be freaking out if Edward Cullen was about to jump off of a building post this on your page if you would be the other 5% screaming "Do the flip you sparkly retard!"
90% of the girls in the world would be crying if 1 Direction committed suicide post this on your page if you would be the 10% dancing on their graves (everyone's but Nial's).
85% of the girls in the world would die if Justin Beiber would said breathing wasn't cool post this on your page if you would be the other 15% laughing, or be the one throwing a party..
Ok about me!
I am straight
Favorite band : Sleeping With Sirens
Favorite songs of Sleeping With Sirens: Alone, Dead Walker Texas Ranger, Kick Me, Go Go, Go, Low, Better off Dead, Don't Fall Asleep at the Helm
I like making new friends on here
On here I don't feel like a freak anymore
I am training with magic
I am a little bit insane... Ok A LOT BIT insane!
But I am still loveable XD
I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.I don't care if you're diseased with
an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to
I talk to ghost but I can only see the outlines of them
My eyes change colour
My friends that I am close with are usually paranormal.
That's just where I belong
And also I have 2 witch friend who help me
An do have a demon friend? Yup! Her name is Sam
And a good ghost friend that died in the wood by my house.
RELATIONSHIP: In a relationship
ELEMENT: I have no clue
Species: only tell my close friends
Message me if you want to but if you be mean to me in message I will ignore you!
i still like to make new friends...
where I live I'm the only paranormal here so thats sad :_-(
only if u dont count ghost...
if any of u need a laugh of need to talk im here for ya
ik cool right
this whole magic thing is a secret bc my family is christian so they think its devil's work which it's not...
if you need to talk about anything im here and wont tell anybody XD
And for the people who are not bored from reading my profile you might want to read this
1 of every 10 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and
so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide
as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who
they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.
The girl you just called fat? She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She
spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is
abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That boy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Put this as your status if you're against bullying. I bet 95 % of you wont re-post
Cna yuo raed tihs??? Olny 55% of plepoe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! fi yuo cna raed tihs, palce it in yuor porfile.
And if you want to kill yourself read this..
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 affect you. They affect 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
I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.
I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.
I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.
I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change. (plus i'm am weird too :D)
I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.
I don't care if you're different, everybody is.
Repost this if you agree with it.
I know what depression is like. I have been through it, and i am going through it. Suicidal, wanted to die, everyone hates you, your ex wants you to die. I know what this is like. If you have been through this, paste this in your bio. If not, that proves how cold hearted you are.
Also: Me, behave? Seriously? As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived home after midnight, Pinocchio told lies, Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over 200 miles an hour, Snow White lived in a house with 7 men, Popeye smoked a pipe and had tattoos, Pac Man ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his performance, and Shaggy and Scooby were mystery solving hippies that always had the munchies. The fault is not mine! If you had this childhood and loved it, repost!
ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? are you laughing?
ISN'T IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing.
ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.
BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF COMPLAINING AND DODGING RUMORS! KEEP ON LAUGHING.
if you agree put this on your profile and advise others to do the same
Girl: Do you like me?
Girl: Do you want me?
Girl: If I left would you cry?
Girl: Would you live for me?
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
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 ______________________________________________________________________
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying ''Dang, we really messed up,but that sure was fun!''
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ''I'M HOME!''
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it.