i love indian curries with lamb rn which is new for me, satay beef, aubergine, oranges, i eat peanut butter toast with tea everyday of my life, pasta, mussels with that good sauce, pecan pie, keylime pie, goats cheese, coconut sticky rice, watermelon, white chocolate, pea and ham soup this is such a great question i love food so much, spicy crisps, my favourite crisps are nik naks, asparagus, i LOVE lebanese food thank god ive just eaten id be going crazy i had some super great food when i was in ecuador but i cant remember… ahi
There’s a good memory, or more accurately a series of memories that I greatly cherish. I train horses, young horses or old horses, people tell me I make them rideable and nice. I say I just help them trust people again.
This was during a time were I struggled to get closer to people, to let them in. I was angry and scared of everyone and this horse, this beautiful and brilliant and deeply scarred horse helped me regain a footing in the world.
One time I bought a horse that was on the smaller scale of what I was used to, he wasn’t the prettiest horse according to my friends, but he had spark and a very unique personality that I fell in love with. I remember the colleague that sold him to me told me “he has a bad temperament, be careful with this one”. So there I was with my newly bought horse, I was studying him closely and I remember looking at all the scars in his body thinking how some of them looked like accidents and how some of them looked man-made.
It explained why he was nervous around me, wary of my movements and startled when I accidentally made any sudden ones. He reminded me of myself. It took me a while to get him used to me, getting close to him to brush him was always a process and lounging him was difficult, as soon as I did something that could be slightly taken as a threat he tried to run away. I didn’t blame him, all the time I spent brushing him I saw and wondered how much had it hurt when they’d beat him up.
I don’t know exactly when he began to trust me, exactly when I’d been allowed to get close to him and to pet him for hours. When had I been deemed a good enough person to be allowed to ride him calmly or to lounge him without him trying to constantly run away. I just know that at some point all I had to do was call him and he’d come running my way, happy to see me and eager to play and receive pats in the neck. I don’t remember when exactly I began to smile again either, just that one morning my mom told me I looked happier.
He’s by far one of my best horses, certainly the one I love the most. And though some people sneer at him for being “not pretty enough” or too full of scars I don’t mind. His soft neigh in the morning and the fact that he trusts me enough to get close and play is more than enough for me.
Nik Nak is, in my eyes, the most beautiful horse in the world and the fact that he trusts me, that despite all the scars that were inflicted on him and all the fear he went through, that despite all that he still gave me the opportunity to get close to him, to brush him and pet him and give him all the carrots in my disposal is amazing. I’ll always be thankful of Nik Nak, he has healed me as much as I’ve healed him.
- ‘WHOEVER HITS THE TARGET DOESN’T TAKE THE TRASH OUT’ ‘NO CLINT I AM NOT FALLING FOR THIS AGAIN’ - Nat over all the time because she and CLint are just amazing besties for life - SO MANY KIDS WITH AWESOME NAMES - House in the countryside because he wants you away from all the drama - Him putting his life on the line DAILY to keep you safe - Him coming home battered and bruise but not caring because all he wants to do is be with you. - Clint knowing to leave his work at the door because you can’t hear about him being hurt so he always does everything he can to show you he is okay - House of love and cute nik naks he would bring back from wherever he would go.