Tmw you only got 3 hours of sleep the previous night, and finally get to flop back into bed, so you feel like you can’t stay awake another minute but you’re also unbelievably horny. Sleep or masturbation…decisions, decisions.
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Both?
Tmw your laying in bed sick & Anubis pops into your mind
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I found this little doll on the street today. My muggle friend ripped it out of my hands ‘Ewwwwww it looks like a voodoo doll’, and threw it back on the ground but it didn’t give me any bad vibes at all so I took it home. It kinda looks South American to me. I named it Lupa.
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TMW I apply pferdebalsam on my joints and muscles after a 14h shift.
Ah…paradise.
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I’ve worked with so many demons for not this but something similar and I know this has to be the work of magick. Women this past week have been approaching me and offering sex within 5 minutes of me meeting them. And not just a few, like a lot. Like there is all these men that many of the women where originally with that were much better looking and much better personality and they just ditched them to hook up with me. Like this is not normal for me AT ALL. I don’t even know which demon to thank but I’m guessing it’s Sitri.
I know it’s easy to lie on the internet but I’m not bullshitting here.
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Women this past week have been approaching me and offering sex within 5 minutes of me meeting them.
Magic tends to take the path of least resistance, but I love when something very obviously supernatural manifests. lol
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TMW you feel an intense spirtiual energy after making a bunch of offerings to various spirits and asking Naamah for her blessing
The indigenous people from the Highlands in Guatemala created Worry Dolls many generations ago as a remedy for worrying. According to the Mayan legend, when worrying keeps a person awake, he or she tells a worry to as many dolls as necessary. Then the worrier places the dolls under his or her pillow. The dolls take over the worrying for the person who then sleeps peacefully through the night. When morning breaks, the person awakens without the worries that the dolls took away during the night. A variation of the legend instructs a person to tell the dolls her worries then place them in their cloth pouch or wooden box before going to bed.
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Bad omen.
Tbh, dolls creep me out. Childhood trauma. 
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Tbh, dolls creep me out. Childhood trauma.
I take it you aren’t a fan of the Child’s Play series? @anon58416292
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Tmw your getting out of the car to see a baby bird dead you almost stepped on
Let me tell you how I got traumatised! The son of our babysitter was this evil ginger child, like in the movie Problem Child. And he made me watch Child’s play and a few weeks before that I had gotten a new doll and this was a special doll, you could make her hair grow by moving her arm up and down 
and I had to amputate her limbs so she couldn’t kill me in my sleep. All my other dolls I already trusted, I knew they wouldn’t kill me. And I always felt so guilty for doing that but I simply had no choice. But now I love Chuckie, I sleep in a Chuckie tshirt.
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Fucking babysitter children at it again!!! The son of my babysitter made me watch “Gremlins” when I was about three years old and when I wanted to go to sleep he placed a gremlin plush doll on my bed, threatening to throw water over it!
(I thought that dolls were creepy anyway, when I was a child. My mother gave me one of these furby like dolls who would at random start to cry and it sounded like a toddler would be hit with a cat repeatedly, in the middle of the night. I stuffed that thing in a basket until the batteries went empty)
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Aw poor baby! Someone needs to stop those evil babysitter children! Gremlins scared tf out of me. Gizmo was so cute, I felt so bad for him.
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Dude went fat and without ambitions or character traits, so I guess that kinda made up for the endless “play dead” scenarios in the middle of the night
Gizmo was nice, but my head cinema went straight into hell when my mom decided to buy me a huge gizmo doll,lel
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Never really had babysitters aside from my grandparents, but here’s my creepy story. One night, on my way to the kitchen, walking down our long ass narrow hall, I run into my nana. Now she was generally a loving person with a warm energy. But in this instance, she had an eerie presence about her.
She simply asked, “Hey, where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know who I am?” I took it as if she implied she wasn’t my nana. I froze and ran the opposite direction. To this day I always doubt whether people I’m around are who they appear to be.
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