The Witches Whispering Circle

Spikes like a halo, thoughts like a hex

They normalized watching you sleep and judging your sins, wrapped it in red velvet and pine, and told you to leave him cookies

Decorating for Christmas is just socially acceptable witchcraft with extra glitter.

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Morning where is everyone from that follows the page

If you think the weather around here switches up fast you should meet the people

A touch of pink, a shade of black, there is no turning back

Snow can fall, lights can shine, I’ll still be on the floor summoning what’s actually mine.

They gather in darkness to decide what becomes of you The coven has spoken, the ritual's through

If it stops you and makes you think Im happy <3 what did it bring to your mind ?

Welcome to the circle. Spells are in the air. Dare to test your fate?

Home is where the haunt is.

It's cookie season

We are the cursed

We just vibing

I turned into a monster when I lost the divine, Now I’m scrolling through the ghosts of a love that was mine.

Welcome to my Christmas twisted nightmare hope you're enjoying all the art

Sugar, spice, and a dark sacrifice. The oven is cold, but the ritual is nice. Run all you want, fast as you can... You can't outrun this Gingerbread Man.

Nobody controls the cookie demon

Monsters in the closet

Merry whatever, just don't get too close.

Just a witch that lives in the dreams of a better world

Maybe both? We build altars in the shadows while the center stays hollow. The question isn't can we reach it it's whether we'd want to once we saw what kept the lights on

We're wired to remember the burn, not the warmth survival carved that into us. Maybe we don't remember meaningful moments because we're too busy just surviving to actually live them. Touch fire once, remember danger forever that's the blessing and curse of survival

Money is nothing compared to time the real currency. How well have you spent yours? Have you wasted that valuable time chasing money, or have you made memories? In the end, your memories will keep you alive; money will fade away and mean absolutely nothing.

Magic has been around sense the begin of time

Deck the halls with skulls and fire, Burning with a dark desire. Season’s greetings from the gloom, Lighting up my witchy room.aming of a dark Christmas night

A merry witchmas is what you will get

i came to sleigh. and by sleigh i mean sleep. wake me up when it’s over.