Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Germania: *hums and looks down for a second before shrugging* “I once shot Rome in the ass with an arrow and blamed it on the sky once…and the idiot believed it…also…I have found in more recent times that I have a love of this thing called ‘chocolate’…”
Jack (the horse) is 28 years old and instead of putting him in a turnout pen during the day we just let him roam the property. He usually sticks around the barn, grazing or just standing around. But his favorite thing to do is lay down in various random spots that he feels are comfortable. Every morning after they drag the arena footing he goes and flops down in the soft dirt. Whenever we get a new shipment of shavings you better believe Jack is right there rolling in them once the truck leaves.
This was one of his ground-softness-testings. The aisle is all rubber so it’s not hard but I doubt it was very comfortable. Jack would beg to differ.
R u sure that cat did not defeat horse in battle
Most 28 year olds would have their own place by now but whatever Jack
The Cherokee, Creek, Choctaw, Oconee, and many other tribes created Trail trees or trail marker trees. They were an ancient form of land and water navigational aid, as well as a marking system to denote areas of significant importance such as
ceremonial sites. These trees were used by many, if not all, of the
Native American tribes and later by fur traders and early pioneers. The
Trail Marker Trees differed in their appearance and
formation from tribe to tribe and from region to region. Examples of
these trees have been found all across the United States and throughout
Canada.
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
the window
what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
