Thankful for these two men whose lives serve as an example in life and death. Miss you Papaw and Granddaddy.
You know you’re doing a terrific job at parenting when your baby requests Kings of Leon from her car seat…Because of the Times Kings of Leon at that! (Taken with Instagram)
It’s Monday morning, we can’t function without our coffee (milk with coffee creamer)! (Taken with Instagram)
They say the best things in life are free but I have come to terms with the fact that love, in itself, is the most costly thing you will ever experience in life.
Anonymous asked: Why are you so cool? Like, all the time...
haha…i just try really, really hard. Like, all the time.
…and maybe if I had a permanent marking-a tattoo or festering gash to be made visible for the times I have crumbled for them, I would be appeased to have outward evidence of my scarred innards. Left high and dry to fend for my own pride- I am foolish. My humility is not of righteousness but of shame. I want the world to see my brokenness, my tainted flesh so as to never be loved and left again. But You see my heart and You know my ways and yet You love me and will never leave.
This my disposition,it’s 1936 and I’ve been in this dust bowl for most my days. The cheesecloth is draped but is no barrier to the mighty sting of the wind’s dismay. With his huff and his puff he pierces through the fine linen and stains everything that is pure with every breath I take. Masochistic either way-I have shelter but his howl, his whisper now beckons me to abandon everything safe and stray. My father’s discernment and my mother’s instruction fade with his sway, I am a fool now.
His sting lingers but I catch my breath to dance in you. You bring life, you bring breath, your touch makes my skin forget his. With every move we make, I fight the thought of knowing you won’t remain but nonetheless I am a fool now, I am a fool now for you.
Birdy’s cover of Ed Sheeran’s The A Team. Uh-mah-zing!
MY MARIANA TRENCH
Because I spill my heart out so fluidly on these intangible pages, you will never/could never be mine. For you, you are sacred and kept like the deepest depths of the sea. And just like that sea, you are dark indeed. I am intrigued but am not equipped to explore the extent of your demeanor. Furthermore, I am further drawn for they will grow bored. They will be appeased with just knowing of your existence but I want more. I want to emerge myself into your darkness until my lungs simply cannot hold…
Acknowledge my beautiful attempt, let it not be in vain.