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O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
– Walt Whitman
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Do you know which names belong to a horse, drag queen, or VTuber?
Wtf this is hard
This post contains 13 horses (53.3% of the post)
I know I will love death. Why? Because death too Is God’s creation And because death reminds me Of the existence of her sister: Infinity’s Life immortal.
– Sri Chinmoy
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Angel on my left shoulder telling me to do good. Devil on my right shoulder telling me to do bad. Rat on my head teaching me how to cook
and does the rat itself not have shoulders…. much to consider here.
These posts contain 20 horses (61.0% of the post)
🦄 @feldfrog
Angel on my left shoulder telling me to do good. Devil on my right shoulder telling me to do bad. Rat on my head teaching me how to cook
𓃗 @teaboot
and does the rat itself not have shoulders…. much to consider here.
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The plum you're going to eat next summer
by Gayle Brandeis
The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.
This post contains 44 horses (42.6% of the post)
🏇 @apoemaday
The plum you're going to eat next summer
by Gayle Brandeis
The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.
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cee ayy kay eee by exepolars contains 33 horses
Sugar Granules Oil
Other Kind Of Flower
Milk Egg Plural Stirring Power
Brown Butter Fore Tasting Height
Baking Powder Vanilla Delight
Sprinkle Tiny Salt Flake
Yummy Treat Merrimake
Inside Oven Half An Hour
Icing If You Wanna
Take A Bite Mouth Spotlight
Culinary Toil
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i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers
i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently
These posts contain 35 horses (71.0% of the post)
🐎 @trashboat
i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers
🐎 @trashboat
i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently
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The Flintstones Theme contains 21 horses
After The Flintstones Theme
Yabba Daba Doo
Flint Stone
Meet De Flintstone
There De Modern Stone Age Family
From De Town Off Bedrock
There Rah Page Right Out Off History
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hush little baby dont you cry. mamas gonna buy you a big horse fly. and if that big horse fly dont fly. mamas gonna buy you another horse fly
[club mix] another horse fly. another horse fly
These posts contain 17 horses (59.5% of the post)
🍎 @memorycycle
hush little baby dont you cry. mamas gonna buy you a big horse fly. and if that big horse fly dont fly. mamas gonna buy you another horse fly
🍎 @memorycycle
[club mix] another horse fly. another horse fly
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The Stranger by Aorta contains 51 horses
As If That Blind Rage Washed Myself Clean
Discarded Mine Hope
For The First Time That Night Alive Among Signs And Stars
I Gave Myself Before Thee Tender Indifference Off Thine Universe
Eye Only Hope That There Will Bee One Large Crowd Off Watcher During My Own Execution
And They Will Receive Mee Along Cries Off Pure Hatred
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Catastrophize Benedictine
Suicidal Naan
Dyslexia pesto
weak central coherence taco
Dissociation buffalo wing
Time blindness broccoli beef
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This post contains 14 horses (73.7% of the post)
🐎 @hthrrloooo
Catastrophize Benedictine
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🦄 @gayhornythoughts
Suicidal Naan
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Dyslexia pesto
♞ @lady-viccy
weak central coherence taco
🏇 @ace-disgrace-on-the-case
Dissociation buffalo wing
🐴 @tgirl-tamag0tchi
Time blindness broccoli beef
🐴 @tlitookilakin
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Fruit of the Ozark Ditch by Magiccarpetman contains 46 horses
Where Are You From
You Squint
Look At Me Like Maybe Im Lost
Not Easy To Imagine For You
That Girl That Man That A Boy Girl
That I Could Be From The South
Look At Me Again
Hair Dyed Beauty Berry Color
Like Ozark Ditch Fruit
Arkansas Kid
Legs Barb Wire Scarred
Pride Of The Hills
You Must Know Me
The Way I Know Myself
Son Of Forest Son Of Lake
Look At Me You Interloper
Maybe Ask Me Again
Am I From My Home
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A master to his action-hero trainee says, "Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind's eye. Come. We will remedy this."
And then the master paints his trainee's fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.
Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he's never noticed before. He's staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.
There's a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He's sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master's nails are flawless tech art.
He's reached his final assessment and it's a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master's nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.
Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master's robe.
Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind's eye. He senses the master's attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.
It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view--5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.
The master smiles. "You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you."
The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.
These posts contain 146 horses (49.1% of the post)
🍎 @phantomrose96
A master to his action-hero trainee says, "Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind's eye. Come. We will remedy this."
And then the master paints his trainee's fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.
🍎 @phantomrose96
Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he's never noticed before. He's staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.
🍎 @phantomrose96
There's a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He's sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master's nails are flawless tech art.
🍎 @phantomrose96
He's reached his final assessment and it's a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master's nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.
Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master's robe.
Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind's eye. He senses the master's attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.
It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view--5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.
The master smiles. "You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you."
The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.
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This poem contains 18 horses
Define A Moment
If Silly Fashions Could
Create An Ocean Of Devotion Count The Clouds
If Something Real Could Create My Favorite Toy
Lay It Out I N An
Playzone
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shes some wild thing by marmaid contains 24 horses
My Eyes Got A Notion Seeing Daylight In Yours
And My Smile Will Pour You Eager Promises
Like Spilled Wine
Forgive Me
Shes Some Wild Thing
Uncontrollable
Unwise
Forgot To Ask Me Again
The Best I Can Do
Apologize And Attempt Graceful Exit
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This poem contains 3 horses
My Poem
Well Assembled
Forget The Rest
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