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my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.
- ee cummings





redwingjohnny:

do you want to play? by neulands on Flickr.

redwingjohnny:

do you want to play? by neulands on Flickr.





flitterling:

Bashkirskoe Summer (Russia) by Анна Корсакова









(Source: arkofindependence)









Looking through old things always turns up great stuff. @xoxoliviagracexox #tbt #ripraven

This was written by a four year old after my horse died when I was 13. 

Looking through old things always turns up great stuff. @xoxoliviagracexox #tbt #ripraven

This was written by a four year old after my horse died when I was 13. 





12:02 am       1 note

I keep having these wonderful dreams about horses. And I always wake up wanting to cry. I miss it so much. Is it strange to wish for nightmares?





Mrs Brown, National Velvet





I miss this so much it physically hurts.

I miss this so much it physically hurts.









"There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it’s the risk, the gamble. In any event it’s a thing I need." - William Faulkner
I miss this so much
"There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it’s the risk, the gamble. In any event it’s a thing I need." - William Faulkner

I miss this so much





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