A chronicle of my riding progress at Randolph College Riding center, as well as at home in Massachusetts, riding advice, and things I have to say about horses I've met, fallen in love with, etc. <3 C: Feel free to message me about anything at all, ever~ (: I'm nice, I swear!
Absolutely love this picture. It was at Fall Festival, and Wayside was looking down from the paddock trying to see what was going on.
Got bored, dyed my hair. Yupp.
I’m thinking about getting the layers fixed, then bleaching the bottom layer and dying it turquoise. C:
Wow. You disconnected my car battery. You’re so tough. Omg. Because I’m not, you know, eighteen and able to reconnect it myself. Stupid bitch.
How fucking immature are you? Seriously? I know you’re mad, but you know that money I owe you? Yeah, you’re not seeing a cent of it until you fix my car. So go screw.
How is it that no matter what I do in this family, I’m always the bad guy?
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
