I'm a nerdy twenty-something female and a writer of equestrian romances.

Writing under the pen name Sasha Kay Riley, I am working on the Anderson Stables series (m/m romance that involves high-stakes show jumping and training retired racehorses).

#personal is anything about my daily life, my pets, and my family (none of which is too personal)

#opinion is anything where I share my opinion on political or social drama (I try to rarely post any of this)

#writing is anything related to writing in general

#relevant to my writing is anything, well, relevant to my writing (will likely be co-tagged with the series title)

 

What is heartbreak? It’s when you thought you had forever on the clock, and the other person decided to stop time. It’s everything, and then nothing, a cold hand, and silence on the other end of the phone. Wanting to say good morning, but instead, having to greet the day, and everyday, with no one around. It’s the knot in the back of your throat, the warmth and stickiness that a tear leaves on your cheek; but in the end, it’s growth, and weakness learning to be strong.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

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Unpopular Opinion: Riding horses can be equated to taking advantage of another species for our benefit. Therefore it is cruel.(But, there are so many horses due to overbreeding so what do we do with them? Do they like being trained?) *yes I ride btw

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Yea I think this is bullshit, but sadly, I see it a lot. (although, only on tumblr, funny that) Sure maybe when people first started using horses it could have been considered cruel. But they have now been bred for thousands of years purely for the purpose of being ridden. They literally have no other purpose in life. I don’t understand what people want us to do with the 58,372,106 horses that were in the world in 2006, and I can pretty much guarantee that number has gotten quite a bit bigger in the last 8 years. Do we let them all go wild? A lot will die. No doubt about it. Furthermore, cities and countries would be over run with horses who don’t understand what has happened to them, why they aren’t blanketed and why their feet aren’t being trimmed every 6 to 8 weeks. Sure, some horses probably don’t love working, but some people don’t like exercising. Individual personalities vary, but a lot of horses absolutely love their jobs. If you have a horse who doesn’t love working you probably aren’t going to be jumping it 6ft or doing GP dressage on it. Work with each horse individually, but the majority of horses will be much happier and live much longer if they actually have a job.

/end rant

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Well put together argument

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There are fewer than 820 Icelandic goats left on the planet, and nearly half that population will be slaughtered in less than a month when the Haafell goat farm is foreclosed upon. This species is in a fragile state after suffering from a severe population decrease, and if the money isn’t raised to save the farm, their already small number will be reduced even further.
There is an IndieGoGo page set up in the farm’s honor, and they are only halfway to their goal with 18 days left. There are a ton of great perks available, many of which come from the farm itself. If you can, please donate.

This is a worthwhile cause that I hope people will take an interest in and support if they can

fivegaited:

half-a-lesbian:

There are fewer than 820 Icelandic goats left on the planet, and nearly half that population will be slaughtered in less than a month when the Haafell goat farm is foreclosed upon. This species is in a fragile state after suffering from a severe population decrease, and if the money isn’t raised to save the farm, their already small number will be reduced even further.

There is an IndieGoGo page set up in the farm’s honor, and they are only halfway to their goal with 18 days left. There are a ton of great perks available, many of which come from the farm itself. If you can, please donate.

This is a worthwhile cause that I hope people will take an interest in and support if they can

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Famous Failures

I stumbled upon this video a long time ago and it honestly made me feel a lot better.

"If you’ve never failed, you’ve never lived."

I could not fit everyone mentioned in the video in this post so be sure to give the video a look.

WATCH IT HERE

As someone who fails regularly, I find such comfort in this! 

I like this a lot.  My college creative writing teacher refused to read the revisions I had done on my stories because he said he knew I was a B student and that wasn’t going to change. 

Stephen King’s college writing teacher didn’t think he was very good.  My college writing class thought my writing was “babyish” and “stupid fairy tales.”  The original teacher didn’t care for me, but she developed medical problems and was replaced by David Bradley, Jr., who made it plain he believed I had what it took.  I don’t do writing classes or groups anymore, but I’m still in touch with Bradley, one of the finest writers I’ve ever read.

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART


SOBBING

Wow what the fuck. I didn’t need this.

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

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SOBBING

Wow what the fuck. I didn’t need this.

The world is scary.

So today I was working and a middle aged man came through my line. And he started making rather suggestive comments about “pretty girls” and “tall girls.” He convinced me to put my hand into a plastic bag promising it would be “an innocent joke.” So I did, only to have him ask, “is this the first time you’ve been caught in the sack with someone as old as your dad?” So I was really uncomfortable and he kept asking so I finally said yes and he said, “I don’t believe it.”

Turns out he’s a trucker, and had his truck parked right in front of the employee row outside. For hours.

When I left he was still sitting in his truck out there and I was so afraid to walk to my car that I was literally trembling. So my friend who works at the customer service desk told me to call the store. She literally rambled on with me about nothing until I was in my car with the doors locked and ready to go.

I am so happy she did that. If it was after dark I would have asked for the manager to walk me out, which I’ve done before in a very similar scenario.