|girl:||*finds horse who is impaired in some way*|
|girl:||dad can I keep it|
|dad:||no there's no hope for it let's go|
|girl:||dad u idiot u don't get me|
|girl:||*visits horse in middle of the night*|
|*cuts to girl riding the horse in an open field bc she is free and her dad can't control her*|
|dad:||how dare u|
|girl:||just let me prove to u this horse is special|
|dad:||u make me so proud|
there’s something very satisfying about buying office supplies but I’m not quite sure how to explain that feeling
the illusion of productivity
that’s it that’s the feeling
I need my lipstick red as the blood of angry men and eyeliner black like the dark of ages past
Good conversation turns me on. A connection between two people, a mental one first.
And here is Demetria with the Demena Nation Anthem
Yes, good. Thank you, Demetria.