the love i have for these creatures is something so deep and meaningful i can’t describe it .there’s a horse girl within me trying to get out and i think i need to let her fly
i’m becoming horse girl in my twenties
i listen to artists named after horses, ‘feeble little horse’, ‘horsegirl’, ‘horse jumper of love’
i work with horses at my job
i like belt buckles
i’m okay with this life
"I ended up finding horses really compelling. They are so big but so nervous. Powerful and fragile. Did you know that horses dislike stepping in puddles? It's because they can't tell how deep they are, and they fear they'll break a leg. Does every horse have to learn this? Or are they born knowing? How do you learn what a feeling means?"
As both a girl kisser and a Horse Girl™, this comic speaks to me on a spiritual level.
a book a newspaper or magazine a metal spoon a piece of wood a fresh leaf and fresh laundry rainy misty weather warm water in a bath and a warm wirring dvd player day old bread dusty cardboard beeswax worn leather a baby’s head salty air and seaweedy rocks
anything you have to stick your face into to get the full thing
