There are three basic things to me: Horses, Avenged Sevenfold, and The Nightmare Before Christmas. Kentucky native. Madly in love with a British man and a rockstar. Massive Sherlock fan. I am also a fan of Tobuscus, Tangled, Ruffian, Wilt, The Once-ler, and other random oddities.
And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild as reckless as thunder over the land. Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind.
What I wish I could do when people I don’t want to see come to my door.
…Next time the dwarves come, Bilbo will be ready.
I could probably fill this blog with just WIPs because I don’t finish half of what I start (considering this was several months ago and I’m just getting back to it). Oh well, I’m trying here.
Look how gorgeous this is!!! Bri!!!
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
I see you in colors that don’t exist.
I live for hay bales that flake into perfect portions