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And sometimes it feels like the moths are crawling up my throat and that I might throw up but in the nicest way possible. This brand of happiness isn't made for broken trash scum like me but here I am anyway, with the moths fluttering and crawling up out of my stomach.

coffeeandwhiskers

Hey you, if you’re waiting at home for me, please be patient. I’m coming. I just don’t know where home is and who it is I’m coming home to, or when. But I’m coming, I promise.

coffeeandwhiskers

I might have found you. I'm not sure if in a month or two or twenty this feeling of endless giddy joy when we are together will wear off. I'm a skeptic and tell myself for the hundreth time every day that 'love' is a hormonal illusion, to soften the landing when it probably inevitably ends. I repeat to myself to not be too sad when it ends, nothing in existence is truly permanent, afterall.

I try to prepare the fluttering bird in my ribcage, but really I never ever want this feeling to end.

That quiet emptiness I feel, that scraped clean hole where I feel I should have filled it in with more of me somehow, that empty hole which could only fit someone who could bear to see me without filters with all of my endless suitcases and ugly character flaws and not turn away - that hole yes that impossible hole to fill, that hole I was resigned to always have quietly gaping in the side of me feeling incomplete in my complete self, that one, that horror of a thing, the hollow-.

Yes. You fill that, warm and comfortable. It is filled with light and I am drunk on it. You fill it perfectly as if we were formed perfectly to fit together, and I don't believe in a god but if they existed, this way we fit is one thing I would agree is intelligently designed. I don't believe in fate or that things happen for a reason but the way I feel so complete makes me wish I did.

I am home, I am home, I am home.

#i could do without the free tits too incidentally

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put frog. frog makes everything good. trust me,

The last time we met, that final time, it was autumn and I took my hat off to eat with a family who wasn't mine but were warm in spite of it. And she looked at me and told me I had lovely hair. Almost a year later, I'm eating dinner again, with another family that isn't mine but who are kind nonetheless. I take my hat off before sitting down, and this new she says that she was glad I took my hat off, that I have lovely hair. This is not mine to feel a pang in my chest about. But it's there anyway, along with that wonder of why and how I come across people like this.

I don't understand what this is but they make me laugh an awful lot.

handsomejackass

horse people are weird

railroadsoftware

what does this mean

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horses can see demons

volfish

@betterbemeta are you able to translate this? Is it true horses can see netherbeings?? Will we ever know the extent of their powers???

betterbemeta

I think I have reblogged this before but I’ll answer it again bc its a fascinating answer I feel and i was more funny than informational last time.

The truth is that horses see what they think are nether beings, I guess. They have a perfect storm of sensory perception that, useful for prey beings, marks false positives on mortal danger all the time. Which is advantageous to a flight-based prey species: running from danger when you’re super fast is much ‘cheaper’ than fighting, so you waste almost nothing from running from a threat that’s not there. Versus, you blow everything if you don’t see a threat that is there.

Horses also have their eyes positioned on the sides of their heads, which gives them an incredible range of peripheral vision almost around their entire body with only a few blind spots you can sneak up on them in. But this comes at the cost of binocular vision; they can only judge distance for things straight ahead of them. Super useful for preventing predators sneaking up from the sides or behind, but useless for recognizing familiar shapes with the precision we can.

Basically we now have a walking couch with anxiety its going to get attacked at any second, that can see almost everything, but mostly only out of the corner of its eye. It has a few blind spots and anything that suddenly appears out of them is terrifying to it. Combine that with that it actually has far superior low-light vision than us, and that its ears can swivel in any directions like radar dishes, and you’ve basically given a nervous wreck a highly accurate but imprecise danger-dar.

To be concise: all horses, even the most chill horses, on some level believe they are living in a survival horror.

This means that you could approach it in a flapping poncho and if it can’t recognize your shape as human, they mistake you for SATAN… or you could pass this one broken down tractor you’ve passed 100 times on a trail ride, but today is the day it will ATTACK… or your horse could feel a horsefly bite from its blind spot and MAMA, I’VE BEEN HIT!!!… or you could both approach a fallen log in the woods but in the low light your horse is going to see the tree rings as THE EYE OF MORDOR.

However, they actually have kind of a cool compensation for this– they are social animals, and instinctively look towards leadership. In the wild or out at pasture, this is their most willful, pushy, decisive leader horse who decides where to go and where it’s safe. But humans often take this role both as riders and on the ground. They are always watching and feeling for human reactions to things. This is why moving in a calm, decisive way and always giving clear commands is key to working with this kind of animal. Confusing commands, screaming, panic, visible distress, and chaos will signal to a horse that you, brave leader are freaked out… so it should freak out too!

On one hand, you’ll get horses that will decide that they are the leader and you are not, so getting them to listen to you can be tough– requiring patience and skill more than force. On the other hand, a good enough rider and a well-trained horse (or a horse with specialized training) can venture into dangerous situations, loud and scary environments, etc. calmly and confidently.

The joke in OP though is that many horses that are bred to be very fast, like thoroughbreds, are also bred and encouraged to be high-energy and highstrung. Making them more anxious and prone to seeing those ‘demons.’ All horses in a sense are going to be your anxious friend, but racehorses and polo ponies and other sport horses can sometimes be your anxious friend that thinks they live in Silent Hill.

inquisitorhierarch

Reblogging some horse knowledge for certain people who write fantasy books but know nothing about horses *cough cough*

esendoran

reblogging for the line “Basically we now have a walking couch with anxiety”.

when-it-rains-it-snows

Also: horses have very limited depth perception. You know that thing where you out your finger on the bridge of your nose and it disappears because it’s behind your field of vision? Now imagine your nose is as long as a horse’s. The blind spot in front of a horse’s nose is huge, four to six feet or so. When a horse jumps, it can’t see the fence, it has to be trained / remember to look for it and remember where it is and how high. They cannot tell if that is a spot of oil or a black hole in the road. It’s probably a black hole. Better avoid it.

Horses can’t see your hand, they smell the treat (and use very sensitive skin/whiskers to feel.) Some horses are garbage at doing this gently, just absolutely awful, but remember - they can’t see what they’re doing.

Horses also have partial color vision - they see horse relevant colors. Blue, yellow and therefore green. No red derived colors. If you want to see an anxious couch have a bad trip, ride it in an arena with alternating sections of purple and yellow seating. Grey grey YELLOW YELLOW HOLY SHIIIIIIIT. Every single horse would walk past the purple seats and go OH MY FUCK at the yellow ones. This is why the bright red (grey) bucket isn’t a problem, but oH my FfffffffffSHIttTTTT do they notice a stray yellow plastic grocery bag.

Last statement here is, instinct tells a horse that anything clinging to your back is going to eat you. That we spend so much effort convincing them otherwise is amazing and in general a testament to the human race’s commitment to Bad Ideas.

mythirdeyeisgoogly

Thank u horse science side of tumblr

old-songs

If you want to see an anxious couch have a bad trip is by far my most fav sentence

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hey you look really cute today

april fools you look cute everyday keep it up

I was walking just now and saw someone who made me think of you, tall willow with long hair billowing behind her; black jeans and shirt; cigarette between slender fingers. She even leant against the wall like I remember the way the parts of your body moved together. Of course I can only remember you as an idealised fleeting moment in my life and I can only repeat mea culpa for pushing you away. Tigermoth made of candle flame, burning brightly, and I grey and drab fluttering fearfully, attracted to your bright light and fearing your searing passion.