Hey y'all my name is Jessika.




 





I'm 19 years old and I'm from a little town in South Jersey, and I work at the greatest place on earth, wawa. I love mudding, country music, my cowboy boots and getting dirty. If you're looking for me I'm probably in a truck out in the woods. I love making friends with people who love the same things I do, and I love learning how to work on trucks. I used to have a 1996 Dodge Ram 1500 5.2 v8 4x4 buuuuut the transmission went and I got a tiny car until I can get another truck. I work hard for what I have and I wouldn't have it any other way. Come say hi to me
restedandreadytobegin:

carry-it-with-you:

b0ngs-n-th0ngs:


When Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets died in 1990, Disney released this picture of Mickey consoling Kermit the Frog.

Reblogging for the hundredth time

but what if he’s consoling Kermit because he remembers how he felt when Walt died and he doesn’t want anyone to go through that alone

Excuse me while I go cry myself to sleep for the rest of my life.
fortiituude:

poppunktunes:

This hit so hard.

fuuuck

jesliey:

homosaurus-rex:

homosaurus-rex:

It’s actually a good thing that the zombie apocalypse starts in Florida because then the zombies only have one way to go and that’s straight up into trigger happy redneck territory. I give it two weeks before monster trucks and mullets save us.

can we talk about how this is still getting notes

The funny thing is that i can not actually come up with a counter argument for this.

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Seek the ones who never stop caring, who break down your walls, and help you come back to yourself. Yasmin Mogahed (via islamicrays)

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words-of-emotion:

Good Vibes HERE

anounces:

never, ever, tell me that “it doesn’t matter.”

because if it was enough to make you cry

if it hurt you that much

then it does matter

never think that you are insignifcant

or that your problems aren’t important

because you matter

(Source: altres, via timemakesnomistakes)

legains:

If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?

A who. Definitely a who

(via rebel-withoutt-a-cause)

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Maya Angelou’s ‘Still I Rise’ is the resilient anthem America needs right now   (via loversturnintomonsters)

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If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again. C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via endangerment)

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