hey all! please call me teresa. i'm an 18 year old girl living in texas (usa). i speak english, german, and a little bit of italian so feel free to message me in these languages. i have two dogs, molly and annie mae and i used to have a horse of my own but sadly he passed away in october 2016. i love traveling, broadway, and all animals. i'm an aspiring vegan and believe all animals deserve to be treated with dignity. i'm also native american, apart of the cherokee tribe and my culture has played a big part in my life. i love to watch the office, superstore, i love lucy, and the addams family after a long day of work. i'm currently in university and am studying to become a chiropractor. i like to think of myself as a very friendly person so please feel free to message me at any time. cheers x :)

i am not new to howrse, just the server. i've been playing for over 7 years now. i have an account over on the international server where back in 2013 i was breeding some of the best kwpn's on the game. i used to manage the #5 selle français team on the international server but have since dismembered it due to school. as a general rule, i know pretty much what i'm doing. however, i am not a competitive player anymore, and never really was. yes, i can blup in 30 minutes but that doesn't mean i do that all day every day lol. i have a life outside howrse. i mainly come on here to relax after a long day. if you ever have any questions about howrse or need help, please feel free to send me a message and i'd be happy to help you! x :)

to be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. to die—to sleep, no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. to die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause—there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of th'unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution as sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.

i do not accept random friend requests, even for promotions.
sorry. x
do not message me asking for handouts. it will be ignored.