walking out of your last final like
Hey America, guess what the date is?
Pretty much everyone!
"what luke told you back on the princess andromeda, about starting the world from scratch.. that really got to you, huh?"
THAT COMMENT MADE THIS ANALOGY SUDDENLY EVEN MORE ACCURATE IN AN AWFUL WAY
When you’re in too deep…
"I really don’t want to shower but I want to be clean" an autobiography
"Now that I’m in the shower I really dont wanna get out" a sequel
"Now that I’m out, I don’t want to put on clothes" the spin-off
"I’m sitting here in my towel and I must have showered 2 hours ago" the self help booklet
2 years ago today, we lost graham
2 years ago today, we lost gremma
Are you ready for walkies? they ask.
"I was born ready for walkies.”
The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one… not ‘til now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I wanna tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when wild horses ran free.