“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”
I’ve reblogged this before and I will reblog it again.
This is so great
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
It really is only about the horse, no matter how far they take you.
Even when you wake up at four in the morning for your lesson, or they refuse sixteen times that day, and you have to walk them through a downpour when the morning is still dark, and the sun isn’t even there halfheartedly. Even when you reach the point during your ride where you go numb from exhaustion, and that oxer is coming up too quick. It’s still always about the horse.
Remember that they wake up with you. They’re walking in the downpour beside you, their head at your elbow, following you through the dark even though the wind is coursing around you and everything inside them tells them to run.
Their refusals are less out of malice and more the product of knowing their own limits.
They know your limits.
Notice the way he sinks back onto his haunches when he slides to a stop, or adjusts himself underneath you to keep you from falling.
Recognize that he tires with you, his breathing matches your own, but when you ask yourself to keep going he mirrors you and matches your effort.
Notice the way his eye softens and his breathing evens when you’re close to him, the way he exhales in the wash stall as the water hits him, and how he remains motionless for you when you apply his standing wraps.
Watch the way he flicks his ears toward you while grazing, or the muffled nicker in your direction when you put him away. Look back after you close his stall door. See him watching as you walk away. Go back and hug him, because it’s about him and always will be.
This made me tear up for real though.
guys i just really want to share this with you
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do i even have a sense of humour anymore or do i just laugh at badly worded sentences
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on