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 have an amazing boyfriend, who just so happens to be an Over The Road truck driver and I miss him terribly. 12/30/13. <3 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 <3


faith2u2:

luaren:

every girl in the universal regardless of ethnic background, class, sexuality, etc knows the universal mating call of the straight male


Honestly I can hear the questions

lexlifts:

thornsandwillows:

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

this fucking hit me like a fucking train 

(via neilew)

falling-deeperinlove:


1/2 is your fingerprint, 1/2 is hers (salt clay paint) Salt Dough - 2 cups flour, 1 cup salt, cold water. Mix until has consistency of play dough. bake at 250 for 2 hours, then cool and paint….good recipe for thumbprint pendants

i really wanna do this.
When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

(via jenikkafrancinee)

Perfect.

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(Source: onedirtydiamond, via heartdeeperthanthebrand)