sickestkidsz:

“fuck you for making me come out here”

sickestkidsz:

“fuck you for making me come out here”

(via genevanicole)


kissmycountryass:

So much respect.

kissmycountryass:

So much respect.

(via livebreathecountrylife)


dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Time may fade paint, the farm may have grown, and Papaw may have lost his hair. But his love for his tractors, I know that will never change and neither will the simple fact that he will always be my hero.
Love, Kelly

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Time may fade paint, the farm may have grown, and Papaw may have lost his hair. But his love for his tractors, I know that will never change and neither will the simple fact that he will always be my hero.
Love, Kelly

(via camouflagebikinitops-deactivate)



Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions

And I’ll go sit on the floor. Wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss Never thought we’d have a last kiss Never imagined we’d end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips.