*(The Adventures Of Ghennee)*

Sep 06

Cleverbot →

:p

Aug 25
<3

<3

Aug 25
&lt;3

<3

Aug 25
Aug 25
Aug 25
Aug 25
&lt;3 

<3 

Aug 22


theoverworld:

Here I am, again my friend.
When will it stop, I wonder when.
My legs grow weak as I cross the bend.
I cannot stop, lest my soul it rend.
“What is this thing?” you ask of me.
“That chases you past, the twisting trees”
In my haste, as I flee.
I refuse to turn my back and see.
It counjures feelings never felt
It strikes such fear. My bravery melts.
And as I feel, I may survive the chase.
I feel it’s breath upon my face.
~Farewell
This poem was found in a crumpled ball on the ground in the Black Forest of Germany. Surrounding the note were spatters of blood and rustled leaves. Two sets of tracks led to the scene. The first was an person of average hight running at a high speed. The other set of tracks indicate a person of extreme height (atleast 8 or 9 feet) who was moving at a walking pace. The body was never recovered.

theoverworld:

Here I am, again my friend.

When will it stop, I wonder when.

My legs grow weak as I cross the bend.

I cannot stop, lest my soul it rend.

“What is this thing?” you ask of me.

“That chases you past, the twisting trees”

In my haste, as I flee.

I refuse to turn my back and see.

It counjures feelings never felt

It strikes such fear. My bravery melts.

And as I feel, I may survive the chase.

I feel it’s breath upon my face.

~Farewell


This poem was found in a crumpled ball on the ground in the Black Forest of Germany. Surrounding the note were spatters of blood and rustled leaves. Two sets of tracks led to the scene. The first was an person of average hight running at a high speed. The other set of tracks indicate a person of extreme height (atleast 8 or 9 feet) who was moving at a walking pace. The body was never recovered.

Aug 22
Aug 22
Totally me

Totally me