addison bingham🌸🌜
flower child🧝🏻♀️🧚🏻♀️
my puppy is so precious💓
pray for the wicked on the weekend! mama, can i get another amen?
her willingness subsides when exposed to feelings of disinterest,
but her desire for him continues with the rise and fall of her chest.
the hope of something more with him no longer inhabits her heart,
however she finds that the thought of him still fills her as a museum is filled with art.
art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
-Thomas Merton
surprise, surprise,
i’ve done it again.
he stole my heart,
and returned it broken, the same
very well i have learned the feeling,
to me, it’s pretty routine.
spinning, spinning, and spinning,
then it stops, with no inbetween.
i make it out to be terrible,
as i probably should.
but i’ll never learn to stop,
because God knows i never could.
it’s not in the ending,
the thrill of it all.
it’s in the beginning,
where you first decide to fall.
“stop complaining,” they say,
when i babble on forever.
but i have to say it,
because only with love am i not clever.