Dear Girls Who Bitch About Gettin Dirty While Going Muddin ; What the hell did you think was gonna happen doll face?
Country blogs repost this please & thank you. My dash is getting boring I need new blogs to follow. :)
Reblog this is if it is okay to come to you and just vent my heart out, cry to you, yell to you, or just chat with you. We are all in need of somebody to talk to.
My curfew was the street lights! My mom called my name, not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, then I didn’t eat. Sanitizer didn’t exist, but I COULD get my mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was OK, and my neighbors looked out for me as much as my parents did. Reblog if you drank from a garden hose and survived!
If I didn’t wanna eat what my mama cooked, it didn’t matter. I didn’t get up from the table until it was gone!
That awkward moment when a guy thinks you’re checking him out, when in reality, you’re only checking out his truck.
