love like a wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
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passion.
and vulnerability.
fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.
a pull towards the stars;
an ache to be more free…
to feel. so. alive.
with a need to feel things deeper
and sweeter and closer,
and a heart that changes shape
when something moves you.
it’s all so beautiful.
so let go of the ways this
world says you’re supposed to be
and feel all of the ways
that your soul is.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
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but a lil’ Drake can get me through
the temporary
– butterflies rising
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i owe isn’t to you…
it’s to myself.
for forgetting my worth.
for letting you unearth me
from these roots.
for letting you pull me
from my truth.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said, i don’t believe in dreams,
at least not mine
she said, well i don’t believe that love
should just be passing time
i need to believe in dreams,
especially mine
his apathy, her effervescence
they were never the same kind
– butterflies rising
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