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quibbs:

tyleroakley:

outlawsoflove:

My class pretended to play dead.

Just as the Mayans predicted, the apocalypse came with the signal of a cough.

these middle schoolers read better than my high school honors english class

  

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emotionalfriend:

barry putting a tw for suicide on today’s episode of grumps (ノ*゜▽゜*)

the boys not making gross jokes about it during the episode ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

dan getting /pissed/ at angie for being an asshole to the suicidal character (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

  

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death-by-lulz:

Had to be there, I guess.

death-by-lulz:

Had to be there, I guess.

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Molson shoulda been a hunter.

Molson shoulda been a hunter.

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Sometimes my mare looks like a stock pony. Other times she looks like a coloured Thoroughbred.
I don’t know which Moonbeam I like more.
Either way I never want to let her go.

Sometimes my mare looks like a stock pony. Other times she looks like a coloured Thoroughbred.

I don’t know which Moonbeam I like more.

Either way I never want to let her go.

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Horses are stupid.

And so cute.

  

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therinapark:

OMG WOW

therinapark:

OMG WOW

  

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The world needs more Molsons.
My struggle right now is between keeping him at the barn he is at, where he’s a fantastic therapeutic lesson horse, or letting him go to my riding instructor where he will also be part-leased by a family to help ease some of the financial pressure from her.
It’s basically between him giving opportunity to people who don’t have their own horse to learn how to ride with an incredible riding instructor who changes lives, and him helping people live better lives physically.
I don’t know what the right choice is, but I do know that there’s no wrong answer with this horse. No matter where he goes, he is making people so, so happy. I’m so proud of Molson and the horse he is today. He’s a people horse and all he wants is to brighten peoples’ days. He’s the first horse at the gate at the barn and he’s eager to do his lessons, and I don’t think he’d mind doing this the rest of his life. But I still feel for everyone who can’t take lessons from Amber due to not having a horse of their own, and I want to see those people have opportunities too. And to see him as a family horse would bring me a lot of joy.
He’s turned into a greater horse than I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. It’s been like a fairy tale watching him become this way.

The world needs more Molsons.

My struggle right now is between keeping him at the barn he is at, where he’s a fantastic therapeutic lesson horse, or letting him go to my riding instructor where he will also be part-leased by a family to help ease some of the financial pressure from her.

It’s basically between him giving opportunity to people who don’t have their own horse to learn how to ride with an incredible riding instructor who changes lives, and him helping people live better lives physically.

I don’t know what the right choice is, but I do know that there’s no wrong answer with this horse. No matter where he goes, he is making people so, so happy. I’m so proud of Molson and the horse he is today. He’s a people horse and all he wants is to brighten peoples’ days. He’s the first horse at the gate at the barn and he’s eager to do his lessons, and I don’t think he’d mind doing this the rest of his life. But I still feel for everyone who can’t take lessons from Amber due to not having a horse of their own, and I want to see those people have opportunities too. And to see him as a family horse would bring me a lot of joy.

He’s turned into a greater horse than I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. It’s been like a fairy tale watching him become this way.

  

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bridle-less:

Doodle Art
2005 Oldenburg gelding
http://bridle-less.tumblr.com

bridle-less:

Doodle Art

2005 Oldenburg gelding

http://bridle-less.tumblr.com




I'm Shauna, but please, call me Elf Monster.
My lame life is filled with horses, video games, and youtube.
I have two horses named Molson and Moonbeam and take care of a mare named Beyonce.
This heart belongs to a man named Corey.
...But its legend survived on the wind's breath.
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