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.
Johanna does not have time for this Hunger Games nonsense
she’s just one of those contestants who is constantly having her mouth, hands, and other parts blurred out on television.
Anders’ Face 8/?? (x)
young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care
ITS NOT SEWING SUPPLIES!
My question is how does every single person identify with this, is it like a secret rule to use those for seeing supplies?
“Try this. It’s delicious. Want some gold? I’m not giving it to anybody else!”
ANIME WEEK: Day 1
Aggressive/Dramatic Zuko that make me giggle.
Zuko is basically the most perfectly accurate teenager ever to appear on TV.
holy shit that’s timbaland
Oh ME1 Kaidan…
WE WERE SO YOUNG AND FULL OF LIFE