Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

-Anne Lamott (via jerfreyy)

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When whites ask for citations and sources it reminds me of stories during slavery when whites would ask slaves if they had passes and when the slave would produce a pass the white person would rip it up in front of their face Same shit different day

Holy shit, you spoilt little baby. You’re comparing fact checking to forcible enslavement. Your victim complex is so huge it has its own gravity well.

There it is, facts are now considered racist

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I get so excited when people send me asks, like you could literally just send me one that says pancakes and I’d be so flattered that you took the time to send me that

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Too Many to chose from O.o
The Household Cavalry’s yearly trip to the beach for a month of regimental training camp 


A beach in north/east England, can’t remember off the top of my head!

Holkham beach! I rode here last September, luckily it’s only a 45 minute trip from the yard and is such a lovely place to ride!

That’s it. I’m moving to England.
What is failure? Is failure loosing a class? Is failure pulling a rail in the junior jumpers? No failure isn’t making a mistake. Failure is giving up. Failure is quitting when it gets to hard. Failure is letting your mistake define you. Your mistakes do not define you as a rider. Never forget that.

(Source: equestrianism-at-its-best, via 3quus)