i hope 2025 is the year the universe shows you how you can be loved into growth…

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

i hope 2025
is the year the universe
shows you how you can be
loved into growth instead of
having to be broken into it…

because you’ve already
learned 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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you have a heart that changes shape when something moves you…

rage. delicate rage era. heartbroken but also hellbent

you have a heart that changes shape when something moves you… so let all of the things you feel so deeply move you. you are fire and wild and art and love and sugar and soul… so let the ache in your heart become a delicate rage that moves you.

– butterflies rising

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give them girlhood. in any way you can… give girls friendships…

give them girlhood. in any way you can... give girls friendships. ways to find other girls

give them girlhood.
in any way you can… give girls friendships. ways to find
other girls in their world and to learn to dance with other
wildflowers, and to build bonds that teach them the magic of girls
and reflect back to them their own magic in themselves. and then,
when they grow a little taller and their world gets a little bigger,
if that world tries to tell them all about the unworthiness of a woman…
they will know it’s a lie.

and if you haven’t yet known girlhood,
i hope you find it in some way now… find other ones in this world
who help you see and feel the magic of other women. anything… from
trading friendship bracelets to breathing life into each other’s souls,
just somewhere you’ll be shown the magic in yourself. and so whenever
this world tries to tell you all about the unworthiness of a woman…
you’ll know it’s a lie.

– butterflies rising

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in november… i’m still learning how to let good things come to me… and i really want to.

in november... i'm still learning how to let good things come to me... and i really want to

In November…

i’m still learning how to let good things
come to me… and i really want to.

i want to let the good things fall all around me
like leaves in golden light. and to let myself
feel so worthy of them… to let them
fall on me without a fight.

– butterflies rising

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of course being cheated on hurts you this way. because it wasn’t just skin on skin for you…

of course being cheated on hurts you this way. because it wasn't just skin on skin for you

of course being cheated on hurts you this way. because it wasn’t just skin on skin for you. you feel with the vulnerability of your soul and with all of your pulse when you let someone close… so of course it’s going to hurt you this way. so be gentle with yourself as you heal from the damage of it all.

– butterflies rising

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you’re not getting this all wrong; being human is really hard…

you're not getting this all wrong; being human is really hard, and things hurt so much because you're made of stuff that's so much better than this place

you’re not getting this all wrong;
being human is really hard, and things hurt
so much because you’re made of stuff that’s so
much better than this place. so it’s ok to barely
even know how to be human sometimes… just take
it from one breath to the next.

– butterflies rising

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i will remember the promises my soul made…

may we hold on to the promises our souls make… i want to remember the promises my soul made before i came here

may we hold on to the promises our souls make…

i want to remember the
promises my soul made before i came here…

that i am here to learn the lessons but not get so lost in
them that i can’t heal and grow from them. and to take in the
texture of earth and the taste of skin… but hold the memory
that i am so much more than the heavy weight of being human.
that i will trust my journey, even in the darkest corners when
nothing feels like a way out… because my soul knows that
there is always a way out.

and while i’ll know that i am here to learn to love them
and fall in love with them… let me never, ever forget that i am
here to learn to love me and fall in love with me, too.

– butterflies rising

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