Patinated Ponies
This is the place where I put my favorite photos that I've taken, and thoughts that I've... thought. Rarely will I reblog, but if a photo or quote is so inspiring, it may find its way on here.
"Patina" is my favorite word, and I, um, really like ponies. I might be five, I might be twenty.
Feel free to email me at: skp5n at virginia dot edu
Wampeters come and wampeters go: "Wait, but is he really...smart...enough for you?"
Today two people told me that it was weird that I was dating Gym Teacher. Apparently the fact that he grew up poor and majored in Physical Education means that he is beneath me, brains-wise, and that we have nothing in common.
And I mean… Yes, his family belongs to a different…
I get this too. My parents met in law school, and when I went last year I went with the inkling that I’d meet someone… I don’t know … worthy?
But really, the guys at law school are not all guys I want to be with. There are some good ones, I’m sure. But the ones I’ve been involved with have all had an absurd sense of entitlement. They think they can have whomever they want, and they cheat like it’s graded on a curve too.
When I wanted to work a summer during undergrad as a wrangler out west, my dad was less than enthusiastic. He jokingly told me that I’d end up falling in love with some cowboy and never come home.
That cowboy’s looking better and better.
(Source: cenizasyarena)
