“Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.”
finding out that almost all other animals don’t have periods like we do and instead simply reabsorb the egg back into their uterine lining to reuse the nutrients is like finding out the rest of the class has been taking WILDLY easier tests than you for the whole semester
like, hey, cat why don’t you have to use your Cat Dollars to invest in tampons? And cat is just like: fuck that noise, my body is OPTIMAL for not being made of inconvenient nonsense, sucks to be you
[images are four stylized digital paintings of horse. the first depicts a dark horse walking along a pink-skied sand dune, tiny in the distance, with its mane and tail drifting tremendously long like a smoke path til it disappears from frame. the next depicts a black horse swimming in a teal lake, the camera positioned half-underwater, long reeds filling the water and sprouting from the surface. the next is a salt flat or other large, shallow body of water reflecting a periwinkle clouded sky; a draft horse stands in the center, strongly backlit. the last is a white horse wading through a pond of pale green algae, leaving a dark trail zigzagging behind it.]