HI!!!!! I'm Startwister. I breed pure bred Quarter Horses, all my studs are in the QH stud tab. Please feel free to check them out, also there are a few in the original tab. Please feel free to PM me if you have any questions about them.  I own two horses of my own as well. They are named Fonzie and Tux. Fonzie is a dark bay appaloosa gelding who can do anything from barrel racing to western pleasure to jumping and Tux a sorrel quarter horse with a flaxen mane and tail and a big heart. I show Tux in quarter horse shows and we have done so well that I got the Justin Boot Rookie of  the Year award for New Hampshire. I am typically very buisy with my real horses and I don't have a lot of time to go on Howrse but I try to get on as much as possible. Most of my horses are for sale for the right price, except for any horses in the originals, but if you are interested in any of them pm me it might be one of the ones i'm selling. Also i'm looking for friends i'm lonely.

      95% of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers at the top
of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this if you are part of the 5% that would sit there with popcorn and a camera and yell "DO A FLIP!!!" 

Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree
all girls copy and paste this to your page

I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on facebook or texting. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her and knows the importance of the little things. 93% of teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7% who would ask the person: "What was your first clue?” Copy this onto your profile

You see a kid abusing a puppy with a baseball bat:

97% of people would yell stop

2% of them would cheer

1% of them would take the bat, hit the kid with it and take the puppy to the vet.

put this on your page if your part of the 1%

I was your best friend as a kitten. You threw hairbands and I brought them back to you. You would happily pet me and call me your baby girl and princess. I loved you and kept you safe from the bad dreams that you had when you were little. As you got older, you brought more boys into the home. I saw you light some weed and crack every now and then, but loved you all the same. I slept by your side at night, but when a boy was in the home, you would kick me and throw me into the closet. I waited until the boy left and you let me out. As time progressed, you stopped feeding me and giving me water. You only fed me when you bred me and sold my beloved kits. When I was old and delivered a bad litter, you threw me and my kits outside to live in the cold and darkness. My kits were blind, one deaf, and my third was born dead. I thought you cared, but I was wrong. When winter struck, my kittens died and I lived in a trash can until the humane society found me. I was given food and shelter, but no attention that an old she-cat needed. People would look at me through my cage, they would smile and wave, but no-one ever took me home. I was too old for anyone's likings. One cold winter day, a man with tears in his eyes took me out of my cage and into a light filled room. He told me I was going to a better and pain free place. I purred and licked his hand weakly as he placed the antiseptic needle in my veins. As I closed my eyes, I thought of you, my hurtful owner, that I loved and cared for when you were young. It was I who made you laugh when you were about to cry. It was I, the old female cat, that put up with you as you grew older, and this was the thanks I got. I closed my eyes and entered a pain free place, as the lovely man promised me. Copy this story onto your page if you hate animal abuse and if it brought tears to your eyes as it mine.