I love the sound tack makes.
I love the clink of the bit when I sling the bridle over my shoulder.
I love the groan of the saddle when I mount up.
I love the creak of the billets when I tighten the girth.
I love it all.
The sound of running your stirrups up though
The sound of hoofs hitting concrete
If you saw the hobbit last night (dec. 28th 2013) at 7:05 in Slidell, Louisiana, or know anyone who did, read this and reblog.
You sat on the top row and the girl sitting next to you fell asleep, and eventually used your shoulder as a pillow. If this is you, please send me a message!
Please please reblog it’s very important.
shawty got dem blingy Miss Me jeans
boots wit da spurrssss
da whole barn wuz lookin at hurrr
she hit da show
SHE HIT DA SHOW
next thang u know
shawty lope slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow
shawty got dem showmanship pants
n da halter wit a strap
WIT A STRAP
stock horse halter give dat big booty a smack
i’m only a little sorry