Hey nerds. You’ve probably noticed by now that I transferred to Moon Guard without telling a soul or maybe you’re just wondering why I don’t post anymore. You’ll find me here:
madllenne.tumblr.com
And on my battletag: Arielen#1875
Reblogged from pennatologist
Someone felt fabulous
i hope they stood under it and let it rain on them
Reblogged from pactressia
Welp, it’s wine.
May it always be mine.
Reblogged from lightandwinged
Go big or go home
So I tried to recreate this, because I knew the responses would be different, and consequently realized that it’s either extremely old or faked, as Cleverbot auto-capitalizes and auto-punctuates your sentences for you if you do not. Oh well.
In light of that fact, here’s my go at cybersexing Cleverbot.
So I decided to try it
alrighty, let’s go one more step
i’M ACTUALLY CRYING.
Reblogged from fuckyeahelves
Another song I wrote today. Had a good day. :)
Lyrics from The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien. This is the song that Sam sings when he’s rescuing Frodo from Cirith Ungol.
In western lands beneath the Sun the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run, the merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars forever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell.
(Source: everywindintheriver)
Reblogged from pennatologist
My french teacher asked us who the smoking hot sexy black woman during the superbowl was.
What an awkward Monday.
(Source: husssel)
