the nice thing about horses is that you don’t have to guess their intentions because at any given time they’re figuring out how to shred our reality into pieces
but the chance of being launched headfirst into a hedge at any given moment or jumping all four legs in the air at full gallop because there’s a crack in a paving stone is part of the fun
listen: if i wanted to stake my health and sanity against the will of a creature with no more respect for human life than god himself then i’d move to mexico and become a bull rider