
the way she looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire
– butterflies rising
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he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
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i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
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“I want to really listen to people. Like really, truly listen, and hear people when they speak. They chose me to share that feeling or that thought with, I want to appreciate that. I want the people in my life to be heard.”
– butterflies rising

People who are harmful in
relationships don’t
stay where there is love,
they stay where people put up
with not being loved.
And they don’t leave your life
because you’re not worthy of love…
they are removed from your life
because you are, and they are not
capable of giving it.
– understanding discard
– butterflies rising
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