The new mare in the barn is absolutely fucking psycho. Farrier came to do 10 of the horses, and we saved her for last because we thought she would act the best.


She was kicking, rearing, striking, biting, the whole 9 yards. As I was walking her through the barn aisle, she reared and backed so quick and hard that I had no time to let go of the rope and now my hand is covered in second degree burns and blisters. I wanted to kill her. She’s so disrespectful, and her owners let her get away with it all. Even a stud chain on her gums didn’t teach her a lesson. She still reared and threw her head.

But anyways..

I was at the barn from 6am-6pm. 😭 I had to drink coffee when I got home just to stay awake; I’m that incredibly tired. Snickers got his feet done and the farrier said it would be best to put front shoes on temporarily because of all this rain. (Shocking, since my farrier is a barefoot farrier) He’s got semi-soft feet to begin with, so this weather does not help one bit. He was like “oh my God mom, what are these heavy things on my feet?!?!?!” since he’s never been shod before, lol! I love my boy


when your mom is yelling at you to do more chores while you’re doing chores and you’re there like 


(via crystallized-teardrops)


How to attain a thigh gap: Become a rider. Seriously, eventually you won’t even want to cross your legs. Holy shit, bow leggedness is real

(via riding-withdrawal)


Netflix gives you 15 seconds between episodes to decide whether or not you’re doing anything with your life today.

(Source: bitrates, via dreamer-with-demons)