“
men
want to fix you
save you
or fuck you
I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved
— Jeanann Verlee, men (via coffeeurlgirl)
(Source: fypoetry, via perpetualnow)
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.
“Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed.
Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend
we’re in a foreign country, and in love.”
— “The Road” by Raymond Carver, from Where Water Comes Together With Other Water (via youngfolksociety)
(Source: marikoyama, via onefatcow)
I just sit here sometimes like
wow
sexism is still a thing
the fact that sexism was ever a thing
it just
it’s beyond me
a woman pushes you out of her fucking BODY
and you grow up to be like ‘ahahaha women r stupid and weak’
i don’t get how that happens
(Source: mortalsiamdreaming, via waxen-wings)
“I want you to stay with me. And that’s the problem. Every time you leave me, I need you a little bit more.”
— Karina Halle, Lying Season (via ac-ru)
(Source: simply-quotes, via onefatcow)
Last ride with my babyyy #horse #hacking #OTTB #thoroughbred (at West Parley)
I have to say goodbye to Lique on Thursday. It hurts a lot more than I thought it would; we’d finally bonded, she neighs and canters over when she sees me, she trusts me when she’s scared, she plays with me in the field. She might be a skinny, mental OTTB who can’t keep weight on, and windsucks something chronic, and can be slightly over-affectionate (ie crushing me against a wall in an attempt to lick me to death) but she is the sweetest-natured horse I’ve ever met and she tries so hard, and it hurts to think of her wasting away in a field on her own, and there’s nothing I can do. I’m really going to miss her.
“I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.”
— Mary Kate Teske (via diluvie)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via inkpalms)
