I'm tess, a 22 year old born and raised in Arkansas. Currently residing in Fayetteville, Ar. I'm a baker at Harps and game advisor at gamestop. I like words, games, my dogs, a girl, rainy days, movies, my house, music and positivity.

Reblogged from the-morningsong  482 notes

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

Reblogged from toocooltobehipster  93,405 notes

makochantachibanana:

inktail:

rairii:

Great Dane puppy voices his displeasure at being forced to get up early

This dog understands me and my feelings about mornings

thats a lot of sass for one puppy

Thor is my life bless him

Reblogged from dizzilyflying  43 notes

I find my face in a frame on the cluttered wall.
I am giggling at the camera, so proud
of my missing teeth.

This life
is built almost entirely
of love

and losing,
isn’t it?

By Andrea Gibson - “Somewhere, a Carpenter”  (via dizzilyflying)

Reblogged from lyrlouwho  205 notes

Sobbing into my hoodie in her couch in Denver I said, “I hate my body. And my body hates me. My body is my biggest enemy.” With her usual kind-hearted patience Carolyn said, “I think I have the opposite experience. When I feel really sick, I feel extremely aware of how hard my body is working, how hard it is fighting to keep me alive. On my worst days I feel so much love and gratitude for each and every cell of my body working to pull me through.” I’m not sure I’ve ever had the experience of having my perspective changed so quickly. In that instant, I started seeing my body as my ally, and i started nurturing a new belief that i could trust my body to tell me the truth. Pain, after all, is the body talking. Panic is the body talking. More times than not the message is simply, “There is more to heal.” By Andrea Gibson (via lyrlouwho)