i think it’s breathtaking… how your
heart just spills out of you
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you catch fire…
what
you’re drawn to
when you catch fire…
that’s where
you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wildfires, butterflies and glow…
beautiful things spill out of you the way
wildfires burn… the way butterflies
fly wild… the way fireflies glow
– butterflies rising
Read More →wildflower energy in her veins…
she’s got all that wildflower energy in her veins…
she’s butterfly-wild,
chasing all those inner fires,
her restless spirit
aching for something beautiful,
reaching for something more,
so flower-sweet and fire-wild,
she’s got all those big dreams inside of her,
taking hold and trying to stretch her,
trying to grow her,
her wandering spirit
aching to find its way to open-air,
searching for something golden
and sun-kissed,
reaching for so. much. more.
craving an untamed freedom
that tastes like pulse and heartbeat
and deep breath and wild skin.
and she feels it all. and she will find it.
because she’s meant for it…
she’s got all that wildflower energy
in her veins.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…all that wildflower energy in your veins…
your wildfire heart spilling out…
i think it’s
breathtaking…
how your heart just
spills out of you.
it’s some kind of soul ache
just… pouring. out.
it’s somewhere dark that
your spirit has had to fight from…
there’s wreckage where it all comes from,
and there are times that just being
human feels like a violence.
but beautiful things spill out of you
the way wildfires burn… the way
butterflies fly wild… the way fireflies glow
…so let your heart be fire. and let your
soul be wild. and let your spirit glow.
because the way it all spills out of you
is just… breathtaking.
– butterflies rising
Read More →fire, wild and glow…
just let your heart be fire and
let your soul be wild and
let your spirit glow.
– butterflies rising
Read More →something that i think is beautiful…
i want to learn to look at myself in the same
way that i look at things i love, to feel the way
i feel when i think something is beautiful…
to look at myself and see something that
i love and think is beautiful.
– butterflies rising
Read More →aren’t even mine…
it’s one of the darkest feelings
i’ve ever known… unworthy.
and maybe i want to learn to start
questioning it when i feel it.
like… is it always even mine?
because if it’s from someone else…
someone else’s unkindness, or judgment,
or their own unworthiness they’re projecting…
then i want to learn to say no.
i think maybe my own battles would get a little
easier to face if i wasn’t also fighting the
ones that aren’t even mine.
– butterflies rising
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