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The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not til now.
(via caterpiii)
(via caterpiii)
[Image: 8-piece alternating green and brown background with a yawning paint horse. Text reads: THIS ISN’T THE MOVIES. / THEY DON’T WHINNY CONSTANTLY.]
even more angus.
happy mistakes yayyy
for jane
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
-Charles Bukowski



