i’ve been dying to feel even just a little bit of air inside my lungs… suffocating myself for so long, always asking for permission for the shape of my presence and the width of my wings… it’s time to let myself breathe and unfold
– butterflies rising
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love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how
we give so much credit
to the heavy and hard things
for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the
darkness we’ve pushed through
and they say things like…
“it’s why you’re so strong.”
or they speak of all that depth and
texture it’s given our character.
and i think… it’s true.
but i also think…
of the soft places i’ve had to fall
where i can just be like a flower
and made of my wild vulnerability,
or of the moments in this life that
bring out my glow… and of the ones
who are there to witness it, and how
they tell me that it’s beautiful…
and of all the sparks of inspiration
like little embers on my pathways
that help spark my own fires that i
have waiting inside of me.
as much as i can see how we
grow from the push of darkness…
i think we also need that feeling
of light to help pull us into our bloom.
and maybe it matters more than we
know how much a little spark we
leave somewhere might be a
needed light… the way it could
remind someone they are made
of flowers… and help pull
them into their bloom.
– butterflies rising
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you’ve heard so much of how strong you’ve grown through darkness… but i think you’re made of flowers; how you bloom when there’s light on your skin
– butterflies rising
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it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love…
but you also have to learn to take up your own space.
and to not say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’re going to be rejected for these
wings you’re growing and these fires you’re starting…
for all of this sweet and wild rebellion in you…
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small… you just can’t
let it hold you still anymore.
– butterflies rising
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you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.
– butterflies rising
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you wanted me to dream.
and you just wouldn’t ever let me
give in to the give-up.
you’d say…
“you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.”
and when i ache a little
from waiting on a dream, i remember
what you said, and i stay hellbent in my heart,
and i try to go where it wants me to go…
because i know that it will ache
even more if i don’t.
– butterflies rising
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there is
nothing i could lose
that i would miss
as much as i have missed
the feel of my own soul
when i wasn’t listening to it,
and i’m listening now…
and it’s telling me
that i am meant to be
where my lungs can breathe easy
and where there’s wing-shaped air
to stretch into all around me
– butterflies rising
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i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.
– butterflies rising
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under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.
– butterflies rising
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she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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