horses, they say, are a girl’s best friend. and i wonder. if one was to look past the dirty connotations, the pony pink princess myth – what are we left with? wild hair, passion, freedom – best friend? hell, yeah :)
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like you and me.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like me and you.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
My best friend Linda loves horses. I remember running around her yard pretending to be horses. I remember who she used to be too. I remember us. I miss us. I miss her. She’s changed since she moved away. It’s a shame.
I can imagine the sun falling on the coat, gleaming as if it were made of millions of tiny diamonds under the sun. The sight is simply pastoral, with transcendental meaning behind the freedom horses symbolize.
i remember the day i rode my first horse, yeah, it scared me shitless. never doing that again. im afraid of animals. im afraid of when they’re bigger than me. I’m afraid they wont like me, I’m afraid they’ll try to throw me off because I’ll produce this unappealing vibe, cause thats what people do. i remember the day i made my first friend.
Horses and women shouldn’t really get along. When you look at horses, you see spit, hooves, fur and huge eyes. They poop, they pee in great streams, and yet…no matter what, there are girls that feel close immense bonds with these ginormous creatures.
I used to ride horses. They made me feel free… ironically. Because despite how the wind felt tearing through my hair, forgetting about the way my heart sped faster than a bullet train, ignoring the rapid start-stop of sunshine streaking through the trees, I couldn’t stop myself from getting over the fact that- though I leapt over stones and raced the ticking of time itself- my mouth wasn’t chomping on a bit, my ribs weren’t pressed into a saddle.
I used to ride horses, and though they made me feel free, I couldn’t stopping thinking that not long ago, they used to be.
horses are for shit and getting things that you don’t get at christmas. And for girls who like odd styles and pants that fit just too snugly when pulled down the hips of a wider variety and I don’t care at all for these beastly creatures. I feel like a novelty is them with
Spirit. I always thought that was a stupid movie. I mean, how hard could it possibly be to write a script for things for the horses to say? It would’ve been so much more impactful if they’d done that.
I walked through the barn. All was silent, except for the occasional whinny. The light shafted through the windows perfectly. Dust floated around in the light. I wasn’t a horse-lover, but this was my tranquility.
We have only this one SIMPLE demand: Freedom from horses. Expunge, exterminate, and eliminate all horses immediately TODAY and forthwith our relations will improve. Upon this promise we do guarantee. Don’t believe me? Then you will only taste peppercorns through a straw henceforth and all your generations will be left gutterless.
I have no idea what to write about. There are lots of images running through my mind, running video behind my eyes. I could think about the fact that there are horses running through the meadow. Horses can think about running through a meadow. I wonder if they can envision it better than I can, if they are able to think of themselves five minutes from now. Can they anticipate the wind whipping through their mane as they canter across the grass, or do they run simply because their muscles instinctively demand that action?
My head was pounding,
horses’ hooves destroy my membranes,
the beat of the drum destroyed my earlobes.
All I could think about was war as I loaded my gun.
I have no idea what to write about. There are lots of images running through my mind, running video behind my eyes. I could think about the fact that there are horses running through the meadow. Horses can think about running through a meadow. I wonder if they can envision it better than I can, if they are able to think of themselves five minutes from now. Can they anticipate the wind whipping through their mane as they canter across the grass?
Those fine creatures.
With adorable features.
I’d like to ride one sometime.
That would be really fine.
Horses are nice for everyone.
Now let’s go and have fun!
there once was a horse in the desert. it was staggereing around searching for water when it came upon this human with reins around its neck. The horse had no choice, he grabbed the reins and flung himself over the man’s back.
Horses run like the wind… truly majestic creatures. Strong, fast, loyal. Oh, to own a horse and be free. Get rid of the car, don’t go on public transport… just ride… whenever, wherever! Fin!
Horses gallop and clip-clop along the cobblestone roads of the wooden town. The rain mists by and hurried umbrellaers whisk from one doorway to another, never stopping to notice the mellow horses shaking their tails.
Pferde waren mein Traum. Als Kind. Weiße. Und vor allem die Braunen mit schwarzer Mähne. Die Vertreter des “Gesetzes der Anziehung” sagen, unsere Gedanken werden war. Was wir uns wirklich, wirklich, wirklich wünschen bekommen wir. Wenn es so wäre, würde ich jetzt in einer Pferdeherde leben.
My friend likes horses. I mean REALLY likes horses. It used to be somewhat of an obsession. Still is, if the plethora of posters in her room is anything to go by. In grade school, she was the Crazy Horse Girl, and would make stables on the baseball diamond. I’m guessing this would be problematic if people actually wanted to play baseball.
I love horses ,best of all the animals. You can ride them, feed them and in some countries you can eat them. In other countries eating horses will result in a large fine and prison…….what a crazy world we live in.
Horses race across the plain, faster than the wind, or so it seems. I sit at the edge of the fort and watch them, always amazed. I wish I could have one of my own, but the best I can do is help my father take care of his. He says if I join the cavalry someday, I can have one. I doubt that’ll happen, though. I’ve never seen a woman officer.
I love horses! They are very pretty. Or at least a well kept one is. They make me think of freedom. Riding the country side. Wind in my hair. Sun on my shoulders! Fresh clean country air. Though I’m to fat to ride them now! LOL never was that big of a horse rider anyways though.
So we sadle p our horses and we ride into the city! We make a lot of noise cuz the girls they are so pretty! OHHHHHH how I miss my country friends form school, I’m almost excited for next term to start.
I love horses! I always have had a fascination, and as a matter of fact I was just talking to Collin yesterday about how my dad knew I loved horses as a child and started my collection of musical water globes that had horses in them! Then we discovered that there are only so many water globes that play music and feature horses…
“Wild horses, do they really keep dragging me away?” “No,” he replied, “but you know what will? High blood pressure. Being entered into a hospital. Last rites and all that shit.” I was silent for a bit, then turned back to my keyboard.
horses, they say, are a girl’s best friend. and i wonder. if one was to look past the dirty connotations, the pony pink princess myth – what are we left with? wild hair, passion, freedom – best friend? hell, yeah :)
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like you and me.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like me and you.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
Wild horses, flying across the plain, individual yet one organism that flows and pulses and flutters in the wind.
My best friend Linda loves horses. I remember running around her yard pretending to be horses. I remember who she used to be too. I remember us. I miss us. I miss her. She’s changed since she moved away. It’s a shame.
I can imagine the sun falling on the coat, gleaming as if it were made of millions of tiny diamonds under the sun. The sight is simply pastoral, with transcendental meaning behind the freedom horses symbolize.
i remember the day i rode my first horse, yeah, it scared me shitless. never doing that again. im afraid of animals. im afraid of when they’re bigger than me. I’m afraid they wont like me, I’m afraid they’ll try to throw me off because I’ll produce this unappealing vibe, cause thats what people do. i remember the day i made my first friend.
Horses and women shouldn’t really get along. When you look at horses, you see spit, hooves, fur and huge eyes. They poop, they pee in great streams, and yet…no matter what, there are girls that feel close immense bonds with these ginormous creatures.
I used to ride horses. They made me feel free… ironically. Because despite how the wind felt tearing through my hair, forgetting about the way my heart sped faster than a bullet train, ignoring the rapid start-stop of sunshine streaking through the trees, I couldn’t stop myself from getting over the fact that- though I leapt over stones and raced the ticking of time itself- my mouth wasn’t chomping on a bit, my ribs weren’t pressed into a saddle.
I used to ride horses, and though they made me feel free, I couldn’t stopping thinking that not long ago, they used to be.
“looks like she liked horses,”i said just to say something. ‘or just cowboys,’ sneered jessie.
horses are for shit and getting things that you don’t get at christmas. And for girls who like odd styles and pants that fit just too snugly when pulled down the hips of a wider variety and I don’t care at all for these beastly creatures. I feel like a novelty is them with
Spirit. I always thought that was a stupid movie. I mean, how hard could it possibly be to write a script for things for the horses to say? It would’ve been so much more impactful if they’d done that.
HORSES. FOUR LEGS. BEAUTIFUL ANIMALS. I WANT TO LEARN TO HORSE RIDE. I WOULD NEVER HAVE SEX WITH A HORSE.
I walked through the barn. All was silent, except for the occasional whinny. The light shafted through the windows perfectly. Dust floated around in the light. I wasn’t a horse-lover, but this was my tranquility.
FREEDOM FROM HORSES!
We have only this one SIMPLE demand: Freedom from horses. Expunge, exterminate, and eliminate all horses immediately TODAY and forthwith our relations will improve. Upon this promise we do guarantee. Don’t believe me? Then you will only taste peppercorns through a straw henceforth and all your generations will be left gutterless.
Horses, like beautiful faces, are better viewed from afar. Potential danger arises with a creature you cannot control.
I have no idea what to write about. There are lots of images running through my mind, running video behind my eyes. I could think about the fact that there are horses running through the meadow. Horses can think about running through a meadow. I wonder if they can envision it better than I can, if they are able to think of themselves five minutes from now. Can they anticipate the wind whipping through their mane as they canter across the grass, or do they run simply because their muscles instinctively demand that action?
My head was pounding,
horses’ hooves destroy my membranes,
the beat of the drum destroyed my earlobes.
All I could think about was war as I loaded my gun.
I have no idea what to write about. There are lots of images running through my mind, running video behind my eyes. I could think about the fact that there are horses running through the meadow. Horses can think about running through a meadow. I wonder if they can envision it better than I can, if they are able to think of themselves five minutes from now. Can they anticipate the wind whipping through their mane as they canter across the grass?
Those fine creatures.
With adorable features.
I’d like to ride one sometime.
That would be really fine.
Horses are nice for everyone.
Now let’s go and have fun!
there once was a horse in the desert. it was staggereing around searching for water when it came upon this human with reins around its neck. The horse had no choice, he grabbed the reins and flung himself over the man’s back.
Horses run like the wind… truly majestic creatures. Strong, fast, loyal. Oh, to own a horse and be free. Get rid of the car, don’t go on public transport… just ride… whenever, wherever! Fin!
Time races like horses. one minute were happy, now, I would give anything to give it up.
Horses gallop and clip-clop along the cobblestone roads of the wooden town. The rain mists by and hurried umbrellaers whisk from one doorway to another, never stopping to notice the mellow horses shaking their tails.
Pferde waren mein Traum. Als Kind. Weiße. Und vor allem die Braunen mit schwarzer Mähne. Die Vertreter des “Gesetzes der Anziehung” sagen, unsere Gedanken werden war. Was wir uns wirklich, wirklich, wirklich wünschen bekommen wir. Wenn es so wäre, würde ich jetzt in einer Pferdeherde leben.
My friend likes horses. I mean REALLY likes horses. It used to be somewhat of an obsession. Still is, if the plethora of posters in her room is anything to go by. In grade school, she was the Crazy Horse Girl, and would make stables on the baseball diamond. I’m guessing this would be problematic if people actually wanted to play baseball.
They galloped off over the hill. The Black one leading. He watched it go in fury… He would get him one day.
Watching the magical horses pulling the carts. Strong, robust. But not free. What is freedom?
i like turtles
Riding fast along the tall grass. Windswept hair and arms open wide. I face the future with no worries.
Horses are beautful and full of life… they ruin really fast and have long preety maine. Alot of people take them trail rding. and feed them hay.
Beautiful creatures who run. Appear as though they are flying on the ground. As though they are the descendants of Pegasus.
I love horses ,best of all the animals. You can ride them, feed them and in some countries you can eat them. In other countries eating horses will result in a large fine and prison…….what a crazy world we live in.
Horses race across the plain, faster than the wind, or so it seems. I sit at the edge of the fort and watch them, always amazed. I wish I could have one of my own, but the best I can do is help my father take care of his. He says if I join the cavalry someday, I can have one. I doubt that’ll happen, though. I’ve never seen a woman officer.
I’ve backed my horses is the courses of rounding wars us.
Trotting along the white picket fence, I get off my horse to kiss my darling husband.
I love horses! They are very pretty. Or at least a well kept one is. They make me think of freedom. Riding the country side. Wind in my hair. Sun on my shoulders! Fresh clean country air. Though I’m to fat to ride them now! LOL never was that big of a horse rider anyways though.
So we sadle p our horses and we ride into the city! We make a lot of noise cuz the girls they are so pretty! OHHHHHH how I miss my country friends form school, I’m almost excited for next term to start.
I love horses! I always have had a fascination, and as a matter of fact I was just talking to Collin yesterday about how my dad knew I loved horses as a child and started my collection of musical water globes that had horses in them! Then we discovered that there are only so many water globes that play music and feature horses…
“Wild horses, do they really keep dragging me away?” “No,” he replied, “but you know what will? High blood pressure. Being entered into a hospital. Last rites and all that shit.” I was silent for a bit, then turned back to my keyboard.