The Garden

Is it odd that I find this comforting? At the end of the day, I'm just a speck of dust, loved by God. And nothing else seems to matter much in light of that.

I like my men like I like my horses: tall, about as afraid of me as I am of them, eating hay, never mind this was funnier in my head

Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

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[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined