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Im very secretive about myself so most likely im not going to put anything personal on my bio. And im not really much of a conversationalist and you might need to start the conversation. Do not message me without a subject if you do then i will ignore you, message me with a topic so the conversastion wont get boring. Its really rare for me to message people first. Dont message me just to say " HI " or " WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND "?. Sorry im writeing in all caps i dont know how to make the text bold.
Dont flirt with me ever because if you do i will automatically delete your message.
No sexual mail!! or i will block and report you
Im not really a huge fan of making friends but if you do want to be my friend you should know that im almost heartless and i wont really care about your problems unless you really seem distressed.
I have been learning magic for 2 years now and i would like to widen my knowledge as much as i can. Right now i know the basics, herbalism, kitchen magic aka potions, spell casting, tarot, some methods of divinations, rituals, and spirit communication methods( mostly from spirit boards, pendelums, etc. )
Im a theistic satanist( if you dont know what that is then search it up ), goth and im a very deppressing person to be around ( just being honest ) some things i do and talk about
- creepy nursery rhymes
- laugh randomly
- i dont really care when people die/ is that wierd?
- animals being better than humans/ even though humans are technically mammals
- snakes and spiders
My favorite nursery rhymes-
The crooked man
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
And then he had a crooked thought.
Why is my crookedness my lot,
Why must I be crooked instead of not?
And the crooked man would cry
And he couldn't fathom why...
He was sad all the time
And so he cried
And he climbed up his crooked stairs
Of his crooked little home
He tied up a crooked noose
And ended his crooked life
There was an old woman who had three sons
There was an old woman who had three sons,
Jerry, and james, and john,
Jerry was hung, james was drowned,
John was lost and never found,
And there was an end to the three sons,
Jerry, james and john