Im That Crazy Country Girl Everybody Loves
famovs:

hefuckin:

I really want to go on a road trip, just me and someone I truly care about. to wherever we want. sleeping in motels, stimulating conversation, no fighting, just getting to know them and enjoying their company and seeing the world through the windows of the car.

exactly this ^

famovs:

hefuckin:

I really want to go on a road trip, just me and someone I truly care about. to wherever we want. sleeping in motels, stimulating conversation, no fighting, just getting to know them and enjoying their company and seeing the world through the windows of the car.

exactly this ^

Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.

Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.
absentions (via cutlerish)

foxmouth:

Places of Solitude, 2013 | by Laura Tidwell
disminucion:

sunflower field, Yoshiki Fujiwara

disminucion:

sunflower field, Yoshiki Fujiwara

jamesgeoghegan:

cutie-hanji-zoe:



officially my favorite post 

jamesgeoghegan:

cutie-hanji-zoe:

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officially my favorite post 

kingsleyyy:

i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture

spermbanker:

sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage like… nice…….

charlesoberonn:

pbh3:

Next level problem solvers.

James for Emperor

babybluesuv:

royonfire:

I present to you a puppy eating watermelon.

I can’t stop thinking about this

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
Charles Bukowski, (via kushandwizdom)

For all the girls with the muckers, half chaps and gloves with a hole in a finger.
For the girls who skip a party because they have to get up at 4:30am.
The ones who will feed, muck, and repair a fence for the love of their best friend.
This is for the girls who can drive a tractor before they can drive a car.
For the girls who would rather jump fences than skip rope.
This is for the girls who think bailing twine and duct tape are tools.
For girls who spend more money having manes and tails braided than have their own hair done.

This is for the girls who are excited opening a box with a leather halter in it.
Who shovel snow to get to the barn.
For the girls who filled a stocking for a horse

Who wear a bracelet or a belt with their horse’s name on it, not a boy.
This is for the girls who dreamed of a pony for Christmas.
This is for the dreams we hold and the memories we all share.
We know how to love unconditionally because a horse has taught us.

This is a lifestyle not a hobby

(via sailing-through-stars)

It really is only about the horse, no matter how far they take you.

Even when you wake up at four in the morning for your lesson, or they refuse sixteen times that day, and you have to walk them through a downpour when the morning is still dark, and the sun isn’t even there halfheartedly. Even when you reach the point during your ride where you go numb from exhaustion, and that oxer is coming up too quick. It’s still always about the horse.

Remember that they wake up with you. They’re walking in the downpour beside you, their head at your elbow, following you through the dark even though the wind is coursing around you and everything inside them tells them to run.

Their refusals are less out of malice and more the product of knowing their own limits.

They know your limits.

Notice the way he sinks back onto his haunches when he slides to a stop, or adjusts himself underneath you to keep you from falling.

Recognize that he tires with you, his breathing matches your own, but when you ask yourself to keep going he mirrors you and matches your effort.

Notice the way his eye softens and his breathing evens when you’re close to him, the way he exhales in the wash stall as the water hits him, and how he remains motionless for you when you apply his standing wraps.

Watch the way he flicks his ears toward you while grazing, or the muffled nicker in your direction when you put him away. Look back after you close his stall door. See him watching as you walk away. Go back and hug him, because it’s about him and always will be.

clockworkdragonisgone:

Your horse is a mirror to your soul.  Sometimes you might not like what you see… sometimes you will.” ~ Buck Brannaman

In my sport, we don’t have breaks or timeouts, there’s no off season and no one sits out on the bench. We don’t postpone because of weather and we don’t quit on account of injury. I don’t ever talk to my teammate but we communicate without words. We don’t practice 5 hours a week, more like 5 hours a day, 6 days a week. All my sport really is, is galloping full speed, finding distances, swapping leads, counting strides, spinning, doing the required pattern EXACTLY how it is written, and looking good doing it. If you think that running, jumping, shooting, throwing a ball, or anything else is more difficult than sitting on an animal that weighs 10 times as much as you with a mind of its own… while riding full speed towards a solid stationary object that stands taller than you do is harder? Prove it to me. I dare you to get on my horse and do what I do. We’re dedicated and gutsy. We fall, and get right back up there and do it until it’s right.
Unknown (via the-perks-of-being-an-equestrian)