flax-golden tales: broken horses
broken horses broken horses are still wild only worn and wounded by time no amount of harm can diminish their passion their spirit will remain even if hooves and hearts and memories are lost
broken horses broken horses are still wild only worn and wounded by time no amount of harm can diminish their passion their spirit will remain even if hooves and hearts and memories are lost
An announcement! Erinland is going on temporary hiatus. Not that it will be terribly noticeable, since I have pre-scheduled flax-golden tales & will possibly be posting photos from hiatusland, but I thought I’d announce
hardest truths from softest wool You will not want to consult the lambs—no one truly does—but the opportunity cannot be resisted if given. So if the sun is right and they are waiting for you,
Yesterday was Adam’s birthday and I wanted to do something appropriately autumnal so we drove a bit up the Hudson and went apple picking. We picked apples and got an early pumpkin and also
to the ones who do the leaving This is an ode to the ones who do the leaving. The ones who dare to break ties and hearts because they know they are not princes
I shared this over on Tumblr and Twitter last week but I thought I’d put it over here for good measure. Illustration of Celia by the amazingly talented Abigail Larson: Prints are available over