i hope your next days bring in life like summer…

i hope your next days bring in life like summer,
like light, like warmth… and that you let
good things come to you, and you let
them fall on you without a fight.

what if life is holding something so beautiful
for you… i hope you let that be true and you let yourself
believe in the beautiful as it unfolds
all around you… i hope you let it all
make you feel so free.

– butterflies rising

you’re still learning to feel worthy…
and maybe you don’t believe it yet… but i hope
you keep going until you know it’s true.

i hope your next days bring in life like summer,
like light, like warmth… and that you let
good things come to you, and you let
them fall on you without a fight.

– butterflies rising

babygirl,
don’t run from the shadows
under your sweetness; you are layers of
dark and light… so try to meet it all with curiosity
and give everything your compassion
because none of it needs your judgment,
and all of it needs your love.

– butterflies rising

passionately chasing my self-love story and becoming the version of me that i fall in love with… and then letting everything else find me there.

– butterflies rising

i used to be so hard on myself for
how long it can take me to let go and
heal from things, until i started realizing…
these things are catalysts. i’m not just being
asked to let go, i’m also being asked
to grow… and that kind of healing
happens in your soul’s own time.

– butterflies rising

searching and curious for who i am underneath all of the versions of myself i’ve taken on for someone else

– butterflies rising

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

a perfect night…

anywhere. it doesn’t matter where
if it ends up with you and me somewhere,
just talking about anything and everything
until sunrise, not wanting to leave the
energy we’re feeling for anything, ever.
a perfect night is one with the
“good night” you don’t
want to say.

– butterflies rising