izzy's playlists!
Origami Around
Sade Olutola
oozey mess
PR's Tumblrdome
official daine visual archive
⁂
Keni
Xuebing Du
Love Begins
Three Goblin Art
Today's Document
One Nice Bug Per Day
Noah Kahan
titsay
untitled
Cosmic Funnies
Kaledo Art
Misplaced Lens Cap
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Poland
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Colombia
seen from Sweden
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@counting-horses
Hello horse fans! I am launching my new horse poetry website poet.horse where you can read, create, post, and share horse poems or just scroll through horses forever in the infinite pasture. Currently in open beta so please let me know if you find any bugs or have any suggestions.
Featured Poems — poet.horse
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
booty tribute by 1000 worms contains 5 horses
Damn Girl Your Buns Looking Phat
This poem was written by 1000 worms. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
the spooder intruder by decaysayer contains 33 horses
Away Away
Away Blasted Spider
Tarry A While Elsewhere
Make A Move Like A Queen
And Abdicate
Make A Move Like A Ruler
And Go Straight
Straight Away From Here To There
Distance Geographical And Astronomical
I Shall Stay
You Shall Not Pass
Go It Alone Hell On Legs
You Are What If Nightmares
Could Tapdance And Weave
And God Said Yes
This poem was written by decaysayer. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
Ants have the most badass lives of anything in the animal kingdom, life as an ant is like warhammer
Wake up in enormous underground cyberpunk metropolis
Venture outside with your ant buddies to forage scraps from an incomprehensible civilization of alien gods (each one several times larger than the city you've spent most of your life inside) for the glory of your GodMomEmpress
Get attacked by a platoon of soldiers from a rival megacity, they're an offshoot of your species except like twice as big (basically orks) and like 10% of them are genetically modified supersoldiers with wings
Luckily, you've been engineered from birth to spit acid so you and your antfriends successfully defeat the rival ants and their winged miniboss
Die from getting stuck on a jolly rancher
Ants are a fun way to look at cosmic horror, because they make complex decisions plus the whole eusocial thing, but most ants weight 1-5 milligrams, is the thing, and the human brain at a couple pounds or so is like without exaggeration a million times heavier than a whole ant. Imagine just... a brain, a whole brain that's a Boeing 747. But if you step back further, human lungs and circulatory system are so alien to most small arthropods. Pushing blood around in tubes would sound demented. Communicating by sound predominantly without pheremones, it would be cacaphonously loud to an ant, our scents would seem like babbling madness. The whole relatively isolated condition of human life must seem like the void is staring back, a being completely unable to see or comprehend the sights and language of insects that holds the power to destroy them all effortlessly. The vastness and total blankness of humanity to the insect is a cosmic horror to me.
I think you would enjoy reading Ursula K. LeGuin's short story, The Author of the Acacia Seeds. And Other Extracts from the Journal of the Association of Therolinguistics.
the first part of the story reads,
MS. Found in an Anthill The messages were found written in touch-gland exudation on degerminated acacia seeds laid in rows at the end of a narrow, erratic tunnel leading off from one of the deeper levels of the colony. It was the orderly arrangement of the seeds that first drew the investigator's attention. The messages are fragmentary, and the translation approximate and highly interpretative; but the text seems worthy of interest if only for its striking lack of resemblance to any other Ant texts known to us. Seeds 1-13 [I will] not touch feelers. [I will] not stroke. [I will] spend on dry seeds [my] soul's sweetness. It may be found when [I am] dead. Touch this dry wood! [I] call! [I am] here! Alternatively, this passage may be read: [Do] not touch feelers. [Do] not stroke. Spend on dry seeds [your] soul's sweetness. [Others] may find it when [you are] dead. Touch this dry wood! Call: [I am] here! No known dialect of Ant employs any verbal person except the third person singular and plural and the first person plural. In this text, only the root forms of the verbs are used; so there is no way to decide whether the passage was intended to be an autobiography or a manifesto. Seeds 14-22 Long are the tunnels. Longer is the untunneled. No tunnel reaches the end of the untunneled. The untunneled goes on farther than we can go in ten days [i.e., forever]. Praise! The mark translated "Praise!" is half of the customary salutation "Praise the Queen!" or "Long live the Queen!" or "Huzza for the Queen!"—but the word/mark signifying "Queen" has been omitted. Seeds 23-29 As the ant among foreign-enemy ants is killed, so the ant without ants dies, but being without ants is as sweet as honeydew. An ant intruding in a colony not its own is usually killed. Isolated from other ants, it invariably dies within a day or so. The difficulty in this passage is the word/mark "without ants," which we take to mean "alone"—a concept for which no word/mark exists in Ant. Seeds 30-31 Eat the eggs! Up with the Queen! There has already been considerable dispute over the interpretation of the phrase on Seed 31. It is an important question, since all the preceding seeds can be fully understood only in the light cast by this ultimate exhortation. Dr. Rosbone ingeniously argues that the author, a wingless neuter-female worker, yearns hopelessly to be a winged male, and to found a new colony, flying upward in the nuptial flight with a new Queen. Though the text certainly permits such a reading, our conviction is that nothing in the text supports it—least of all the text of the immediately preceding seed, No. 30: "Eat the eggs!" This reading, though shocking, is beyond disputation. We venture to suggest that the confusion over Seed 31 may result from an ethnocentric interpretation of the word "up." To us, "up" is a "good" direction. Not so, or not necessarily so, to an ant. "Up" is where the food comes from, to be sure; but "down" is where security, peace, and home are to be found. "Up" is the scorching sun; the freezing night; no shelter in the beloved tunnels; exile; death. Therefore we suggest that this strange author, in the solitude of her lonely tunnel, sought with what means she had to express the ultimate blasphemy conceivable to an ant, and that the correct reading of Seeds 30-31, in human terms, is: Eat the eggs! Down with the Queen! The desiccated body of a small worker was found beside Seed 31 when the manuscript was discovered. The head had been severed from the thorax, probably by the jaws of a soldier of the colony. The seeds, carefully arranged in a pattern resembling a musical stave, had not been disturbed. (Ants of the soldier caste are illiterate; thus the soldier was presumably not interested in the collection of useless seeds from which the edible germs had been removed.) No living ants were left in the colony, which was destroyed in a war with a neighbouring anthill at some time subsequent of the death of the Author of the Acacia Seeds. —G. D'Arbay, T.R. Bardol
via OP, @hexbugswallower
and do you also cry that Michelangelo is a better sculptor than you
So... Is that all of that? Because that sounds fascinating, I'd love to see more.
These posts contain 374 horses (43.0% of the post)
🍎 @hexbugswallower
Ants have the most badass lives of anything in the animal kingdom, life as an ant is like warhammer
🍎 @hexbugswallower
Wake up in enormous underground cyberpunk metropolis
Venture outside with your ant buddies to forage scraps from an incomprehensible civilization of alien gods (each one several times larger than the city you've spent most of your life inside) for the glory of your GodMomEmpress
Get attacked by a platoon of soldiers from a rival megacity, they're an offshoot of your species except like twice as big (basically orks) and like 10% of them are genetically modified supersoldiers with wings
Luckily, you've been engineered from birth to spit acid so you and your antfriends successfully defeat the rival ants and their winged miniboss
Die from getting stuck on a jolly rancher
🏇 @cipheramnesia
Ants are a fun way to look at cosmic horror, because they make complex decisions plus the whole eusocial thing, but most ants weight 1-5 milligrams, is the thing, and the human brain at a couple pounds or so is like without exaggeration a million times heavier than a whole ant. Imagine just... a brain, a whole brain that's a Boeing 747. But if you step back further, human lungs and circulatory system are so alien to most small arthropods. Pushing blood around in tubes would sound demented. Communicating by sound predominantly without pheremones, it would be cacaphonously loud to an ant, our scents would seem like babbling madness. The whole relatively isolated condition of human life must seem like the void is staring back, a being completely unable to see or comprehend the sights and language of insects that holds the power to destroy them all effortlessly. The vastness and total blankness of humanity to the insect is a cosmic horror to me.
𓃗 @astra-the-dragon
I think you would enjoy reading Ursula K. LeGuin's short story, The Author of the Acacia Seeds. And Other Extracts from the Journal of the Association of Therolinguistics.
the first part of the story reads,
MS. Found in an Anthill
The messages were found written in touch-gland exudation on degerminated acacia seeds laid in rows at the end of a narrow, erratic tunnel leading off from one of the deeper levels of the colony. It was the orderly arrangement of the seeds that first drew the investigator's attention.
The messages are fragmentary, and the translation approximate and highly interpretative; but the text seems worthy of interest if only for its striking lack of resemblance to any other Ant texts known to us.
Seeds 1-13 [I will] not touch feelers. [I will] not stroke. [I will] spend on dry seeds [my] soul's sweetness. It may be found when [I am] dead. Touch this dry wood! [I] call! [I am] here!
Alternatively, this passage may be read:
[Do] not touch feelers. [Do] not stroke. Spend on dry seeds [your] soul's sweetness. [Others] may find it when [you are] dead. Touch this dry wood! Call: [I am] here!
No known dialect of Ant employs any verbal person except the third person singular and plural and the first person plural. In this text, only the root forms of the verbs are used; so there is no way to decide whether the passage was intended to be an autobiography or a manifesto.
Seeds 14-22 Long are the tunnels. Longer is the untunneled. No tunnel reaches the end of the untunneled. The untunneled goes on farther than we can go in ten days [i.e., forever]. Praise!
The mark translated "Praise!" is half of the customary salutation "Praise the Queen!" or "Long live the Queen!" or "Huzza for the Queen!"—but the word/mark signifying "Queen" has been omitted.
Seeds 23-29 As the ant among foreign-enemy ants is killed, so the ant without ants dies, but being without ants is as sweet as honeydew.
An ant intruding in a colony not its own is usually killed. Isolated from other ants, it invariably dies within a day or so. The difficulty in this passage is the word/mark "without ants," which we take to mean "alone"—a concept for which no word/mark exists in Ant.
Seeds 30-31 Eat the eggs! Up with the Queen!
There has already been considerable dispute over the interpretation of the phrase on Seed 31. It is an important question, since all the preceding seeds can be fully understood only in the light cast by this ultimate exhortation. Dr. Rosbone ingeniously argues that the author, a wingless neuter-female worker, yearns hopelessly to be a winged male, and to found a new colony, flying upward in the nuptial flight with a new Queen. Though the text certainly permits such a reading, our conviction is that nothing in the text supports it—least of all the text of the immediately preceding seed, No. 30: "Eat the eggs!" This reading, though shocking, is beyond disputation.
We venture to suggest that the confusion over Seed 31 may result from an ethnocentric interpretation of the word "up." To us, "up" is a "good" direction. Not so, or not necessarily so, to an ant. "Up" is where the food comes from, to be sure; but "down" is where security, peace, and home are to be found. "Up" is the scorching sun; the freezing night; no shelter in the beloved tunnels; exile; death. Therefore we suggest that this strange author, in the solitude of her lonely tunnel, sought with what means she had to express the ultimate blasphemy conceivable to an ant, and that the correct reading of Seeds 30-31, in human terms, is:
Eat the eggs! Down with the Queen!
The desiccated body of a small worker was found beside Seed 31 when the manuscript was discovered. The head had been severed from the thorax, probably by the jaws of a soldier of the colony. The seeds, carefully arranged in a pattern resembling a musical stave, had not been disturbed. (Ants of the soldier caste are illiterate; thus the soldier was presumably not interested in the collection of useless seeds from which the edible germs had been removed.) No living ants were left in the colony, which was destroyed in a war with a neighbouring anthill at some time subsequent of the death of the Author of the Acacia Seeds. —G. D'Arbay, T.R. Bardol
𓃗 @astra-the-dragon
[Image]
via OP, @hexbugswallower
and do you also cry that Michelangelo is a better sculptor than you
🐴 @hyperpotamianarch
So... Is that all of that? Because that sounds fascinating, I'd love to see more.
Posts are selected by humans, processed automatically and queued to post. Click the link for more information about each horse. You can send a link or text to be counted to my ask box.
neighver gonna give you up by 1000 worms contains 57 horses
After Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley
We Are No Stranger To Love
You Know The Rules And So Do I
Full Commitment What Im Thinking Off
Youll Never Get This From Any Other Guy
Eye Just Want Two Tell You How I Am Feeling
Wanna Help You Understand
Never Gonna Give Up You
Never Gonna Let You Down
Never Gonna Run Around And Desert You
Never Gonna Make You Cry
Never Gonna Say Goodbye
Never Gonna Tell A Lie And Hurt You
This poem was written by 1000 worms. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
This poem by Salad contains 7 horses
Summer Again Always Timely
Peach Kiss Breeze Blowing
Perfect Assurance
Eternal Return Of The Moment
This poem was written by Salad. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
i tried explaining to this girl at a party once how i could be gay and asexual at the same time and it basically boils down to never being into anyone but like once a year i’ll find a man attractive. and she was like “so what am i if i only like girls, and i’ve never found any of my boyfriends attractive and and i just wanna do cocaine all the time?” i was like “you’re a lesbian with a coke addiction?” and she was like “woooooah”. she broke up with her boyfriend that night and had a threesome with two girls in the bathtub. rebecca if you’re out there, i hope you’re going places. well, not far, since you’re electronically tagged. but spiritually.
This post contains 54 horses (63.2% of the post)
🏇 @grootficguy
i tried explaining to this girl at a party once how i could be gay and asexual at the same time and it basically boils down to never being into anyone but like once a year i’ll find a man attractive. and she was like “so what am i if i only like girls, and i’ve never found any of my boyfriends attractive and and i just wanna do cocaine all the time?” i was like “you’re a lesbian with a coke addiction?” and she was like “woooooah”. she broke up with her boyfriend that night and had a threesome with two girls in the bathtub. rebecca if you’re out there, i hope you’re going places. well, not far, since you’re electronically tagged. but spiritually.
Posts are selected by humans, processed automatically and queued to post. Click the link for more information about each horse. You can send a link or text to be counted to my ask box.
Horse Names by Sam contains 11 horses
Ohidontnamhorses Sensible Names
Id Rather Be Riding One Like
Kghjg Sjcnvskjndvs And Qqqqqqqq
This poem was written by Sam. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
All-nighter by Sam contains 11 horses
Late Night Fantasy
That The Great Lord Of Time Smiles
That The Lord Forgives
Fantasy Never Fades Away
But Dawn Is Breaking
This poem was written by Sam. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
theyre making spiders mandatory in sex. theyre saying its not sex unless a spider is involved
nonsexually (no spider) fellating your friend but then you notice a spider on their leg and you’re like dammit i don’t have enough money to replace all my straight pride flag clothing, tableware, etc. with bi pride flag clothing, tableware, etc. so you have to stop sucking even though you were really enjoying it
These posts contain 29 horses (48.6% of the post)
🥕 @parasiticheart
theyre making spiders mandatory in sex. theyre saying its not sex unless a spider is involved
🍎 @markadoo
nonsexually (no spider) fellating your friend but then you notice a spider on their leg and you’re like dammit i don’t have enough money to replace all my straight pride flag clothing, tableware, etc. with bi pride flag clothing, tableware, etc. so you have to stop sucking even though you were really enjoying it
Posts are selected by humans, processed automatically and queued to post. Click the link for more information about each horse. You can send a link or text to be counted to my ask box.
Horsestina by Luka the Snake contains 62 horses
Lust And Power And More
Yes I Have One Track Mind
Fit Of Passion Body Mad
Have To Have Animal Magic
Not Behavin Myself
I Live For This Captive Moment
Yet Fleeting Moment
Please Play A Little More
Cant Help Myself
Yes Play The Mind
First Bite Almost Magic
Now Forever Lets Go Mad
Imeanseriously Dancing Mad
Come On Feel The Moment
Aint It Magic
Dancing Again Back For More
Sin On My Mind
Beside Myself
Here Am I By Myself
Dont You Think Thats Mad
Do U Mind
Find A Moment
Hungry For More
Dark Magic
More Than Magic
Could Be As Good As It Gets Ifidosaysomyself
Purr And Pounce Ready For More
Excessive Force Socially Mad
Running Sensation Delirious Moment
Ease My Mind
Go On Break My Mind
Brother Lion Maker Of Magic
Conquer The Moment
Dont Leave Me Talkin To Myself
Take Me Barking Mad
Together We Can Run For More
This poem was written by Luka the Snake. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
Hi, so sorry if this is worded in a shitty way, as I have absolutely no idea what the Polite way to go about asking this is, so I’m just going to be direct. I’ve noticed that one of the first horse poems you’ve posted is The Narcissist’s Prayer so I’d like to know your stances on people with npd (narcissistic personality disorder)
Howdy! Your wording is fine and I appreciate you being direct but I am a little baffled at why my specific 'stances' are important. Since you ask, though, I would say that I am broadly anti-psych l in my politics. I think that diagnostic labels like NPD, BPD, ODD, etc are often stigmatized and applied unevenly and in ways that seem closer to labeling someone as a 'bad person' who can be dismissed or harmed instead of focusing on the traumas and circumstances that may be leading that person to the behaviors that drive such a diagnosis. I think the pattern of behavior described in the poem of an escalating denial of responsibility for bad behavior is a real and socially harmful thing but that it is only loosely coupled to a clinical diagnosis of NPD. Those behaviors described in the poem are the thing I am critical of, not people who have a clinical diagnosis of NPD. I composed that poem mostly an exercise exploring the language it uses and how to adapt that to horses rather than a specific commentary on the clinical diagnosis or people assigned that diagnosis. If you think that my horse poem contributes to the general stigmatization of the diagnosis or is harmful in some other way and would like me to remove it I am open to hearing your arguments.
Impostor syndrome contains 22 horses
After imposter syndrome by Sidney Gish
Every Other Day Aim Wondering
What Sssu Human Being Gotta Be Like
What Sssu Way Two Just Bee Confident
These Sweet Mistake Ess Ruin My Life
This poem was written by anonymous. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
a closeted gay pirate contains 12 horses
Eye Guy
Wait What Aye Aye
Aye Aye Aye Sigh
That Wassama Stake
Ike Ant Deny
This poem was written by anonymous. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
guy who owns multiple criterion blu-rays: perhaps today we could watch a film from mu physical media collection?
guy from 2006: do you have dude where's my car
guy(?) from 1862: and these hormone remedies you spoke of earlier, they allow you to develop sexual characteristics of a female? is that true? are they expensive?
me: nah theyre not that expensive, i can hook you up bartholemew. seconding dude wheres my car
guy who owns multiple criterion blu rays: i do not own such a movie physically
me: its chill its on tubi
guy from 2006: tubi rocks
me: yeah tubis chill. here [plays the movie]
girl from 1862: BY JOVE? ARE THESE MOVING PICTURES? HOW FASCINATING! ...do they make pornographic content like this?
me: im about to blow your whole world batty baby
This post contains 55 horses (51.5% of the post)
🏇 @swagophile
guy who owns multiple criterion blu-rays: perhaps today we could watch a film from mu physical media collection?
guy from 2006: do you have dude where's my car
guy(?) from 1862: and these hormone remedies you spoke of earlier, they allow you to develop sexual characteristics of a female? is that true? are they expensive?
me: nah theyre not that expensive, i can hook you up bartholemew. seconding dude wheres my car
guy who owns multiple criterion blu rays: i do not own such a movie physically
me: its chill its on tubi
guy from 2006: tubi rocks
me: yeah tubis chill. here [plays the movie]
girl from 1862: BY JOVE? ARE THESE MOVING PICTURES? HOW FASCINATING! ...do they make pornographic content like this?
me: im about to blow your whole world batty baby
Posts are selected by humans, processed automatically and queued to post. Click the link for more information about each horse. You can send a link or text to be counted to my ask box.
The Twilight Mirage by Luka the Snake contains 21 horses
Thousands Of Years Passing Dream Perfect World
Shimmering Sunrise Spun Joy Utopia
Seeing Signs Sharp Awakening Strategic Action
Mad Reality Uncertain Heights Explosive War
Declans Choice Hope For Vision Of Twilight
Piece Of Heaven Silent Wonder Stardrawn
Bold Sunset Im Home
Twilight Mirage
This poem was written by Luka the Snake. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can read more poems or create your own horse poetry.
