preppy ponies

aspiring equstrian | 17 | Australia

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Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???

[mostly10]

[sunpalms]

thanks to tumblr literally every time i go to the bathroom when i’m drunk i think about this post and sit there laughing to myself trying not to fall off the toilet

[somesayimadreamerrr]

Dem boots. Finally all paid off!

[thejumpingguy]

I can’t tell you how much I love this horse 😍💘

[lifelongequestrian]

New pony at the barn 😏

[the-dressage-moo]

Go you good thing.

[two-stride]

Andrew Nicholson riding Quimbo. That angle.

[brideoftheatom]

I love this horse. He is seriously the cutest thing ever. 

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[readysetride]

he is way too good for me

(c) Genya Rachel Photography

[theruby-redmare]

6/21/14

[scarlettjane22]

[blunk182]

DATING TIP: Hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Use the door as a weapon to fight off other men. Establish dominance.

[equine-ess]

Polly loved the track today at Cresent!

Winter ‘14

[centaursoda]

trotty

[centaursoda]

I first met Nenes 9 years ago, when he was bought by my riding school. At that time I had ridden for a few years but due to some incidents that scared the living shit outta me, I dared not even trot with someone holding my horse for me, because I thought the horse would bolt. Needless to say, I was terrified every single time I rode, but for some reason I still made myself go back every week. When Nenes had gotten a bit used to the riding school life, I got to ride him, and I remember how safe I felt on him. He was so genuinely good, not only because that’s how he was taught to be, but because that’s how he wanted to be. And during the next five years he gave me so much of my confidence back, until I was able to gallop full speed up a huge hill with no control whatsoever, and I enjoyed it so much – it was total freedom. Whenever we hacked out and were closing in on that huge hill, I had butterflies in my belly and I was so nervous, in the best kind of way. It was anticipation. I was still afraid of jumping, but I could finally start jumping over tiny poles. Then the day came when all funds were cut from the riding school, and they sold all their horses and shut down. I begged and begged for my parents to buy me Nenes, but instead I had to watch him get sold to another girl.

I kept on riding on other riding schools. I went to see him when I was in the neighborhood, and when the time came, I started at Bollerup and learned so much on how to ride different horses. I even jumped a little, though the lessons were really uncomfortable for me and I felt really out of place. I loved the dressage lessons. 

Then, april last year, I came across a very familiar face when i was browsing a horse sales page. His previous owner, the girl I shared a riding school with, was graduating and wouldn’t be able to keep him. At first I wasn’t seriously considering it, but then I realized that if he was sold off to some remote corner of Sweden, then that would be it. I would never see him again.  I sort of panicked, and I wrote to both mom and dad, dropping the news of him being for sale. Mom was asleep and didn’t answer. Dad called me and gave me the scolding of a life time and told me to forget about it. He honestly made me, the 17-y.o, cry.  The next day, mom called me and said let’s do it.  SO. That’s the story of how I was reunited with my most fantastic friend who helped me so much by just being there. I just wanted to put this in a post so everyone can truly understand how much I love this horse.

[faymemonster]

Just being best friends hiding from the rain #cuddles #hanoverian #love #bff

[talkdontchangeathing]

[forthedream]

© Marion Leger Murphy