I don’t have to pretend to have a horse, because it is a horse. Like the Fjord it’s an old breed (the Fjord is an ancestor actually), and they were horses before “tall” horses even were a thing. Their strong build and bone-structure are another reason why it’s fair to call them horses, for they can easily carry adults. Just like a Fjord horse. And there’s the simple naming factor: if I look in any horse encyclopedia I’ll find both the Fjord and the Icelandic with a ‘horse’ behind the name. Same with Wikipedia. Not pony. Horse. So excuse me if I call them by their breed name, Icelandic horse, and sorry that I and many others with me do consider them horses. There’s nothing about them that makes them lesser compared to taller breeds.
I wish I was: here, but more aware of myself and things around me. somewhere else entirely. someone else, even, but this one is a rare. mostly I wish I was me but with less things of worry. less things of fear and guilt and more things of calm and happy. I wish I was wearing a rainbow, smiling, smiling till I couldn’t feel my cheeks, smiling at other rainbow people walking through the streets of this city, open and proud and not scared to be. I wish I was. the sentence ends here, see. . oh, and also this. I wish I was in a different country. . .
With the most recent tumblr update to mobile apparently completely decimating the tumblr careers of every artist and creator on this site, I figure this is as good a time as any to issue a reminder that reblogging the work of artists you admire on this website is arguably the best way you can support them.
me: He’s out there looking for his brother and when he can’t find him he tells Coran he’s ‘coming home.’ He’s coming HOME! Keith has been abandoned/left behind by so many people, he must be so used to being burned yet he still. Chooses. To refer to the Castle as HOME. He chooses to put his faith in people yet again, he TRUSTS his teammates to stay with him, he’s sticking his flag in the ground and making a stand and he is coming HOME.