Amouranth’s gallery

Found a vintage market in Austin and somehow I'm the one getting looked at more than the merch. This leather jacket is coming home with me — but I'm still deciding if anything goes under it.

Came back from the ride more wound up than I planned. Tack room seemed like the right place to do something about it. Tell me you'd be polite enough to look away.

Ran before the heat got lethal and now I'm standing in my kitchen in nothing but sweat, letting the open fridge do its job. You can watch me cool off.

Stole the horses' water trough because my house is an actual oven and they're standing at the fence watching me like I've completely lost it. Bet you'd climb in too.

Editing my own footage is a dangerous habit — watching myself back always ends with my hands wandering off the keyboard. Guess what I'd rather be doing than hitting export.

The bed of my truck is still radiating heat from the day and I'm not putting a single thing between my skin and whatever breeze decides to show up. You can look — I'm not covering up for anyone.

Found a turquoise pendant at the market that cost more than my first car. The vendor couldn't decide where to look — the chain or what it's resting on. I bought it anyway. Does it suit me?

Tax-free weekend meant I actually left the house — and the fitting room mirror is doing dangerous things to my motivation to put clothes back on. Want to pick what stays on?

Garage gym is already a furnace before the sun's fully up — so I finished my sets wearing nothing but sweat. You're staring, aren't you?

The ride nearly killed me in this heat but I refuse to quit before the horses do. The wash stall hose is the only thing keeping me breathing right now. Bet you'd volunteer to hold it.