Boo! I’m a ghost

When I am on a horse…

socal-cowgirl:

I don’t think about grades

I don’t think about my weight

I don’t think about my acne

I don’t think about my non-existent boyfriend

I don’t think about my homework

I don’t think about my make-up

I don’t think about how my hair looks

I don’t think about cleaning my room

I don’t think about pleasing my parents

I don’t think about being liked at school

I don’t think about anything but my horse and riding really

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zackisontumblr:

if you ever have children you could introduce them to people by saying hey wanna see what i made

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takeashotofbwi:

so true. Never tell an equestrian riding isn’t a sport. Never. It will not end well for you

takeashotofbwi:

so true. Never tell an equestrian riding isn’t a sport. Never. It will not end well for you

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a-rainbow-in-wonderland:

Pretty much #showjumping #eventing

a-rainbow-in-wonderland:

Pretty much #showjumping #eventing

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airbenderss:

“The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I’ll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one”.

airbenderss:

“The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I’ll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one.

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snarg:

truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like

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sardonicheight:

[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]

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