Server life stops for nothing. Two jobs making people happy and comfortable. Back on snapchat: spaceignition
(Source: lesbiantiana)
there’s a lot of people i follow for content but…? there’s some people i follow just because of their personalities. like i have no common interests with these people but i love their blogs so much anyway. please don’t be afraid to make personal posts!! it makes your blog so much more fun to follow.
Give me a part time serving job please Royal oak / universe holler back I’m putting myself out there
After sauve’s first day at work we got to Netflix and chill, dab out, go play magic with some people, and then fuck for 2 hours straight yolooooo made that young man come three times thinking about what a great fucking day he had / life he has and omg
So sexually satisfying to hear a dude beg you to not stop flexing the pussy muscle how is anyone 22 unaware of the power of regular pelvic floor exercises
I love getting off on other people getting it like fuck yeah everyone feels great life is great yes okay zzzz
My fam is doing great having moved back home to our southern state. My mama got a lil chihuahua puppy Mignonne. My brother Rudy got this tiny beagle ?boxer? companion ionno they live in the middle of nowhere and don’t technology like I do. I asked for a picture of the puppy and they sent this, I mean. They don’t even know how old she is, but she bonded to the right human and her name is/was Marly. I wanna bring my catahoula to their property soooo badly this summer. I want my mom to cook soul food that my Papa hunted and my dad grows. My mom got goats and pigs and barn cats and is cleaning up our chicken pen. There’s a green house and two dog runs and a garden and compost heaping and worm bins and rock piles and eggshell rain water barrels that over flow in the 3-9 inches of rainfall they get at once in this season - I want to go smell it all now but know I can’t until at least the fall. I want to play cards with my great great uncle Moise and hear him whisper codeswitching exclamations with his play declarations before he passes; it’s been since I turned 16, so almost 10 years, since I’ve seen him and he’s going on 93. Ugh. I wanna vacation but I wanna feel like I’m going home, getting away from the Midwestern rush to be extremely quiet and polite… Get away and sweat balls under oak and gum trees and sing to the neighbor’s chickens in the morning… Like can I sing and sigh loudly and not disturb six neighbors when I greet the morning, am I allowed. Barefoot inside with fans but boots on outside because fuck all those g-damn snakes or burning your toes.








