vivy
tossing hay brushing manes don't tangle up the horsey reins. careful steps, pawing hooves, time to get the hell out of dodge. like really now go ._.
i just got this word i feel jipped. gipped? jyipd? jiped jypped jypd gee-yip-ed.
sadface
maroon velvet, it was her favorite. he didn't know why. Velvet was kind of old fashioned, and people made fun of her for it. but watching her sit there and run her hands over whatever piece she was wearing was like heaven. her eyes would light up, her skin glowed. she would be at peace with the world.
the day she died, he covered her with the maroon velvet dress she had been oggling in the store, wrapped her up in her favorite blanket and left her on the dock of the dried up river they used to hang out on. an old mattress they had dragged out served as her resting place.