
my restlessness is running wild again… and the peace always feels like you.
– butterflies rising
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my restlessness is running wild again… and the peace always feels like you.
– butterflies rising
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i’m restless and wild again…
and all i wanna do is get
lost with you.
– butterflies rising
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…that late night drive, make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am and stay up too late,
kind of love.
– butterflies rising
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what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
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let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.
– butterflies rising
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i am allowed to have my own worth.
to find my value in who i am.
not in who i am to a man.
not in who i am to whom i support, or serve,
or take care of, or carry weight for.
not who i am in the context of
anyone else’s story.
just who i am, as i am…
bare, alone, unburdened, beautiful, and worthy.
– 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
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