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Let’s go check the back field 🤫
Evening walks in the field, commando and already aroused 😉
This is what it’s all about
How we spend our days when we’re not teasing you on tumblr
Cowgirl lifestyle
Love Texas
Countrygirl
Why we’re Texans!
I'll be your kinky little sluttt
Country life is the best life
Beautiful photos. Looks like true happiness springing from your work and effort.
Cracked corn and watermelon buffet for my feathered family members 🌽 🍉 🐓 ♥️
Home...
The smell of eggs frying on the stove still linger in your mind as you walk through the place you called home. Until a few minutes ago, this home was yours and the animals in the fields were your friends.
The creek out back gave this world a reason for existence. The vegetables grew and the chickens laid eggs. The days were long, but the tired was beautiful.
Home is the area where the kids played and grew. Season after season, they prospered. Not prosper like the city folk, but like the country folk. Money was scarce, but happiness was abundant. Then more people started to move in across the valley and to chase their own version of this small perfect dream.
Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell that little stream up the road a bit to increase its flow for those downstream. The stream flowed less and less. The water was becoming brackish.
The man packed the old truck with the few belongings he owned. The two kids in the seat next to him and a photo of his wife’s grave next to the now dead tree, taped to the dashboard…
life, interrupted…dennis
A DC Headcanon:
[Well its more of a what-if]
But, I present you with the thought that, one day a Kent (be it Kon, Jon, or Clark, whichever you personally prefer,) finds country rap and then starts listening to it all the time.
It specifically it makes them feel "edgy" even though they always play the clean versions of the songs, after all "Mr. Boy Scout" can't have his kids walking around saying bad words now can he? 😆😆
I know this post is old but I've always wanted to do an illustration for it and I didn't have the skillset before so here's this
living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope