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blankverses (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} blankverses) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif){kind=small} otf_wank, |
I -- I just don't even know.
That is one fuck of a lot of Bryer horses. When I was in the height of my horses!!1!squee phase (nine?) I had, like, a shelf of them, but another girl who was in my pony club had about that many. It was like her bedroom was a forest of horses.
you can't be as obsessed with horses as you are without developing romantic feelings toward them.
I rode and evented for a long ass time and it was pretty much my life, but I can't say that I ever romantically loved my horse or harbored any secret desires to, uh, ride him in anything other than the usual way.
That is one fuck of a lot of Bryer horses. When I was in the height of my horses!!1!squee phase (nine?) I had, like, a shelf of them, but another girl who was in my pony club had about that many. It was like her bedroom was a forest of horses.
you can't be as obsessed with horses as you are without developing romantic feelings toward them.
I rode and evented for a long ass time and it was pretty much my life, but I can't say that I ever romantically loved my horse or harbored any secret desires to, uh, ride him in anything other than the usual way.
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