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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHholy shit
we are going to fucking die
2012
when the zombie apocalypse begins
what
guys this legitimately scares me i don’t know if i’m prepared for the apocalypse yet
I DONT WANNA DIEE! D’:
you assholes
Holy crap.
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Submitted by teenylauren
Five generations ago, my ancestors owned a little farmland down in what is now New Mexico and they prospered fairly well due to good soil and enough water and a copious dose of witchcraft. They did this by asking the local brujas to cast over the land and ensure a good crop for the coming year. In return, they would give some of what they grew and made to them for the year. This worked well for a time, until my ancestors got greedy. The land continued to prosper, allowing them to buy more land, but they didn’t want to give the brujas anything more than they already did. After all, they were a God-fearing family, and really shouldn’t even have dealings with the daughters of Satan, as they were called.
The three brujas who had struck the deal were furious with my ancestors and decided that my ancestor would have to be punished. They laid a curse upon the entire family, and all the children of this family, unto Judgement Day.
My ancestor had recently married and they were blessed with a beautiful healthy son. At night, after the boy was born, he started to hear noises coming from the fields, chanting, which caused him to toss and turn at night. He thought it was the wind or the coyotes or even his neighbors, far away, having a raucous party that carried to his land. In the morning, he discovered that his baby was lethargic and slept late into the day before finally eating and perking up to see his mother.
Every night for a week, he heard this chanting, and the baby got worse. He lost the baby fat from his body, becoming gaunt and starved, and nothing the mother or the father or the wetnurse or the doctor from two towns over which they called could do would make him better. They started to panic and my ancestor became enraged.
He gathered his two brothers and had them stay at his house, pistols at the ready, waiting up for the chanting to begin, waiting to find the cause of this madness. Again, the chanting came out, and they all rushed downstairs.
In the courtyard, the three brujas passed the silent baby in a circle, chanting. Shots were fired, and the brujas vanished into the night, and the baby was taken back to the cradle immediately. In the morning, the three brothers went to a wisewoman from the next town and told her the story.
She told them that the only way to protect the baby and keep it alive, as well as protect the rest of the family from retaliation, was to bury seven male puppies alive, all from the same litter, while saying the Lord’s Prayer. However, she said, that it would only last seven generations, and after that, the spell would have to be recast, or the brujas would return with their anger against the family.
My Christian parents told me this story, and were dead serious in saying that my children would have to recast the spell to protect the family, or the brujas would come back after their children and sap away their life.
(via k-entertainment)
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The zombie apocalypse has started.
hey I can’t sleep, but good to know zombies are back in town.
It’s coming
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When Jim Henson died, Disney artists Joe Lanzisero and Tim Kirk drew this tribute of Mickey Mouse consoling Kermit the Frog, which appeared in the Summer 1990 issue of WD Eye, Walt Disney Imagineering’s employee magazine.
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I wonder if you know what drifting apart means.
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all the time
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The terrible truth behind Adventure Time.
so sad…
:’(:’(
*cries*
Oh that’s…depressing
WHAT THE FUCK INTERNET WHY U DO THIS TO ME?!
NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.
Why…why would you post this?(via badwolf-inthetardis)
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LMAO WHAT
IS HE CRYING BECAUSE HIS CLAN IS DEADxi cant
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