when-it-rains-it-snows:

babyanimalgifs:

I’m not gonna lie this horse just might be the most majestic creature I’ve ever seen

This beautiful idiot stands there worrying about it until mom encourages him to move, then he trots out a bit, says “wow no?”, heads BACK to mom, becomes Intensely Concerned by the shadow of the fence, and then then as the video ends he is Worrying about why the ground looks wrong, because it very much does look wrong, and he’s not thrilled about it. He’s not precisely scared, but he’s not relaxed enough to be actually sassy; if I had to pick a word it would be annoyed, because he would LIKE to run around like a full on fool, but the GROUND is NOT RIGHT and that is a PROBLEM.

MOTHER WHY IS THE GROUND INCORRECT? That’s why he keeps coming back to the camerawoman, she should be doing something about this.

To sum up, 12/10 horses are beautiful, and idiots, and I love them, and mom needs to fix the ground so a boy can have a gallop.

(A horse has some color vision, and very poor depth perception, and the contrast created by sun on snow means that the shadows look like black holes while the ground itself probably has a freaky blank void thing happening.)

inkskinned:

inkskinned:

dear universe;

hello. i am writing to let you know you did good job on the stars, and also on cats.

yours respectfully,
me

dear universe,

in the original post of this, it says “dogs” where it now says “cats”. i do not know when (or how) it got changed, but i am glad that someone loved cats enough to do that, because i love my dog and i also love my cats and i felt bad about not mentioning it that first time. i’m also glad for all the tags where people told me what i should have added (like libraries and waffles and maple syrup) and i am glad for all the comments about how much they love their pets (and some people have such cool pets!)

i kind of think, universe, if we are your children, this is our macaroni art. see, see, see, you gave us a little bit of the stars, and we’ve made our own constellations. we tried to give back to you by making art and music and books and bad poetry and our laughter and our love and our tv dramadies. we took pictures of the night sky and pictures of sunsets and pictures of dew, we fell in love with space and the rivers and the rain. i personally have my desktop background as a picture of one of your nebulas. your hair looked great that day.

i think…. you did a good job, universe, on the stars, and what the stars became, because you put us together and yes, yes, things might be terrible – but good gracious did we make so many things worth loving, worth writing to you about, worth telling you – thank you, i’m taking the spark you put in me and using it to be kind, to be alive, to be wildly fierce about our gardens and gentle about our pets.

so hello. i amend my previous memo. i am writing to let you know you did a good job on the stars, and on my dog and my cats and the lizard i kept illegally in my apartment. and universe, i hope you’re watching, because some of the people you made? they’re great, universe, and they’re full of love, just endlessly capable of loving. and they give me hope.

and through them, universe, that’s you. that’s how the stars sing.

yours respectfully,
me