☼ Defeating the norm, one day at a time

 

Oh sun. How I missed you♥ #Burn #StillWhite #BeautifulDay #Lazy #Ouch #TooProudForSunscreen

Oh sun. How I missed you♥ #Burn #StillWhite #BeautifulDay #Lazy #Ouch #TooProudForSunscreen

heels-down:

beautifulbarns:

Silver Oak Stables | King Barns

St. James, New York
“An “Old World” courtyard barn with lots of stone. The barn’s interior features timber framing - there are 24 Euro stalls, 2 wash/groom stalls, 2 vet/farrier stalls, a hay storage room, a grain room, 2 tack rooms, 2 bathrooms, 2 tool rooms, 2 blanket storage rooms, a laundry, an office, a kitchenette and a large storage/trunk room. Upstairs, there is a large viewing room, an office and a full kitchen with a large dining area, a locker room and 2 bathrooms, 1 with a shower. In addition to the upstairs viewing room there are 2 raised viewing platforms, 1 on each side of the entry into the 110’x225 indoor arena.  The arena features glu-laminated timbers and a fully finished wood interior with large windows for excellent natural light and ventilation. This facility also has an equipment garage and a hay storage barn.”

i almost boarded here, but then i found out just board is 3k a month… 

Ele pode não ser o mais bonito, o mais interessante, o mais estiloso, ou sejá lá o que for pra você, mas ele é tudo isso pra ela. Talvez ela não sejá a mais gostosa, a mais bem vestida, e nem siga os padrões de beleza regrados pela sociedade, mas pra ele, ela é tudo o que ele precisa. Então para com essa história de que “fulana é muito bonita pra você ” ou “você é muito bonito pra fulana” e entenda que as pessoas tem outras qualidades além da beleza, e não julgar os outros pela aparência pode ser uma delas, e o mais importante, elas podem ter o essencial, o caráter.

Ignorância é pra quem quer ter.

Brenda M.

(via ti4-preguica)

scandalgladiators:

encantada-de-conocerte:

BOW DOWN TO THE KING 

REBLOG IF YOU EVER SEE THE CREATOR OF TUMBLR .
Rule one: Reblog the creator.
Rule two: If you don’t blog the creator, get off of Tumblr
Rule three: It is impossible to ignore rule one so rule two is generally invalid.

One must always reblog the Master of All Playtime!

scandalgladiators:

encantada-de-conocerte:

BOW DOWN TO THE KING 

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REBLOG IF YOU EVER SEE THE CREATOR OF TUMBLR .


Rule one: Reblog the creator.

Rule two: If you don’t blog the creator, get off of Tumblr

Rule three: It is impossible to ignore rule one so rule two is generally invalid.

One must always reblog the Master of All Playtime!

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.