Horses Rock My Riding Socks.

When on top of your horse, all of the problems are gone. Everything is simple. Everything is black or white. Everything is laughs, smiles and giggles. Everything is unreal. But as soon as you slip your feet out of your stirrups and swing your leg over, as soon as your feet hit the ground, the real world comes back to you. The worries come back. The sorrow comes back. As soon as you hit the ground, you wish you were back in your unreal world.

(Source: optimistic-cowgirl, via optimistic-cowgirl)