My name is Heather; I am a 25 year old Southern Belle, despite not actually even having been born in the United States. My loves include animals, good books, better bourbon, tulips, poppies, pluff mud, the smell of a paper plant, mountains, tidelands, trees, backpacking, kayaking, cooking, tattoos, and bluegrass, among other things. I dislike yellow mustard, coconut, and being cold.
In 2013, I founded a dog rescue for herding breeds. You’ll often find me at a party, sitting with the resident dog or cat and avoiding mingling. Beneath the surface, I’m your average early-twenties socialite; I love having a good time, I love being busy, and I don’t function well if I’m not in a constant state of being slightly overwhelmed.
The thoughts here are my own; I may toe the line between classy and temper tantrums. This blog is a means to release the storm of thoughts I tend to keep bottled up too much, for too long. My words may offend some, but you can’t make everyone happy all of the time.
Let it be said that my rants are directed only toward the idiot humans I interact with, never the animals I’ve devoted myself to caring for. Save dogs first, bitch about it later.
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