Last ride with my babyyy #horse #hacking #OTTB #thoroughbred (at West Parley)
Update: might be getting her back! She’s now being sold and if I can persuade Carolyne to buy her she’ll be coming back to live on the yard yaaaaay
I'm Christie. I spend most of my life around horses, to the point where everything I own is covered in either horse hair, hay or chaff. I love rain, the smell of books, men who can use swords, and music festivals.
• Myself
• Write to me
Underneath a newspaper sky.
• Myself
• Write to me
Underneath a newspaper sky.
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.”
— Charles Bukowski (via littlemiss)
(via onefatcow)
‘Quit condescending, it’s driving me mad
Like you’re looking for some kind of reaction
No mediocrity with the circus in town
Like you’re waiting for the crowd to break open’
