Hey! My name is Teressa, 21 years old as of March 16th. I was born on a float plane, raised in Rural Alaska. I currently live in Larsen Bay, Alaska. Unfortunately I am a hopeless romantic...or maybe just romantically hopeless. Sometimes I am just an old soul who is too drunk to dream.

Oh My Darlin'

FOCUS T25…who’s with me?

ifit-curves:

So I’ve decided to start Focus T25 on Monday with a friend and I’m wondering if there is anyone that is also starting, we could use each other’s support and motivation :)

My boyfriend and I will be starting T25 on Monday. Not sure if I’m excited or intimidated, probably both. I need a positive change in my life, and I hope this will kick start it. Wish us luck!

typette:

captainpikagirlphoenix:

crown-the-horizon:

them feels.

100% support what this lady had to say.

Oh my god, This. This needs to be reblogged.

this is from Stephen Fry’s incredible new 2-part series(as if all of his shows aren’t incredible) Out There- where he travels to places that have a cultural history of bigotry/homophobia, and allow those affected by such things, speak out to the world with his cameras and his crew. It’s also sort of funny, since you get to see homophobes try and defend themselves against arguably one of the most well-spoken men on the planet.

as of now, part 1 is on youtube, and part 2 is here. they’re an hour long, each. 

watch them.

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dearjeeling:

This was once the most common representation of female bodies. The rolls of fat and pudgy bellies existed along with thick thighs and broad hips. Some of those bodies were slim, some were chubby, some were fat, but they weren’t stretched out and smoothed out in Photoshop. They acted like bodies do, they looked real and believable. We lost that somewhere along the way, when people in the fashion business started wiping out any inconvenient fold, making us think they don’t exist and to have them is a blasphemy. Maybe it’s about time we remember they are perfectly normal and everyone has them, sometimes or all the time, no matter skinny or fat.

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misshorrorshow-of-midgard:

Ladies, gents and non-binaries: Stephen Fry, man who possesses the most common sense of any human on earth.

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kraabel:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? ……What do you see?What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?A cranky old man, … …not very wise,Uncertain of habit .… … . .. with faraway eyes?Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’Who seems not to notice …the things that you do.And forever is losing … …… A sock or shoe?Who, resisting or not … … lets you do as you will,With bathing and feeding … .The long day to fill?Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.I’ll tell you who I am … . .. As I sit here so still,As I do at your bidding, .… . as I eat at your will.I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,Brothers and sisters .… .. . who love one anotherA young boy of Sixteen … .. with wings on his feetDreaming that soon now …… a lover he’ll meet.A groom soon at Twenty … ..my heart gives a leap.Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.At Twenty-Five, now … . .I have young of my own.Who need me to guide … And a secure happy home.A man of Thirty . .… . . My young now grown fast,Bound to each other …. With ties that should last.At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ‘round my knee,Again, we know children … . My loved one and me.Dark days are upon me … . My wife is now dead.I look at the future … … . I shudder with dread.For my young are all rearing .… young of their own.And I think of the years … And the love that I’ve known.I’m now an old man … … .. and nature is cruel.It’s jest to make old age … … . look like a fool.The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,And now and again … . . my battered heart swellsI remember the joys … . .. . I remember the pain.And I’m loving and living … … . life over again.I think of the years, all too few …. gone too fast.And accept the stark fact … that nothing can last.So open your eyes, people .… . .… open and see.Not a cranky old man .Look closer … . see .. .…. …. . ME!!Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!Very Respectfully,Scott Sonnon www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)

kraabel:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? ……What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, … …not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .… … . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice …the things that you do.
And forever is losing … …… A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not … … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding … .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am … . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .… . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .… .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen … .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now …… a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty … ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now … . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide … And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .… . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other …. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children … . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me … . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … … . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .… young of their own.
And I think of the years … And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man … … .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age … … . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again … . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys … . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living … … . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few …. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact … that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .… . .… open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer … . see .. .…. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

Very Respectfully,
Scott Sonnon 
www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)

If you’re gonna bail, bail early. This applies to relationships, college classes, and sledding, Advice from my high school science teacher, Mr. Miller (via mumfordslionheart)

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artprostir:

Alutiiq woodcarving shaman’s masks by Perry Eaton

eva-unitxvx:

blt-punk:

atheistangel:

Because chemicals hurt you (and your pets) insides. Add orange peels (or any citrus peel) to a quart of white vinegar in a closed container and let it set for two weeks. Then you just strain it, add water to the solution until it’s about 50/50 and put it a seal-able bottle. It works great on floors, tiles, fixtures, kitchen and bath, etc. It’s antibacterial, smells good and it’s tough on dirt and grease. Best of all, there are no harmful chemicals

wooooooo!

Now that’s what I am talking about!!!!!

eva-unitxvx:

blt-punk:

atheistangel:

Because chemicals hurt you (and your pets) insides.

Add orange peels (or any citrus peel) to a quart of white vinegar in a closed container and let it set for two weeks. Then you just strain it, add water to the solution until it’s about 50/50 and put it a seal-able bottle. It works great on floors, tiles, fixtures, kitchen and bath, etc. It’s antibacterial, smells good and it’s tough on dirt and grease. Best of all, there are no harmful chemicals

wooooooo!

Now that’s what I am talking about!!!!!

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Me :)

Me :)

Why can’t I stop crying?

It’s been awhile since I have posted a photo of myself.

It’s been awhile since I have posted a photo of myself.

-: Richard Feynman’s Love Letter to His Wife Sixteen Months After Her Death

drinkthesunlight:

Via: Quantum Man: Richard Feynman’s Life in Science

Richard and Arline were soul mates. They were not clones of each other, but symbiotic opposites – each completed the other. Arline admired Richard’s obvious scientific brilliance, and Richard clearly adored the fact that she loved and…

thepeoplesrecord:

Fourth of July celebrates whose independence again? 

thepeoplesrecord:

Fourth of July celebrates whose independence again? 

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