i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls…
just to be young…
i just don’t
know what to say
other than i am sorry
that we’ve asked you
to be burdened with living
something like warriors
to only give you afterwishes
and more of these i’m sorries
and i hope that someday soon
you get to feel safe
and that the only thing we
ask of you is just to be young.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love is not a one- size-fits-all box we’re meant to fit into…
love languages…
blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse
sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open
love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back
magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →dream your wild dreams, love, and chase your racing heartbeats…
poetry is my scripture, music is my gospel…
i’ve had poems pull me out from the darkest places
i’ve ever been in. like scripture.
and music… i could probably write an entire book
just about the ways that music has shifted me
and changed me and moved me and saved me.
like gospel.
so when i say that “poetry is my scripture” and
“music is my gospel,” i am saying that there are
poems and songs that are carrying my soul
from one breath to the next in this life.
– butterflies rising
Read More →don’t just stay still, go and dream your wild dreams, love…
don’t just stay still,
go and dream your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats…
find your spark and feed it, and play in your own fire,
and i promise… they’ll find you.
they’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and where everything you both ache for collides,
because their fire will be drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →dream your wild dreams, love…
dream
your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats,
find it and feed it and play in your own fire…
and she’ll find you.
she’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and everything you both ache for collides,
because her fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →being the daughter of a woman who didn’t choose herself…
being the daughter of a woman who didn’t choose herself made me determined to become a woman who will.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she needs love like wildfire. like forever-fire…
she needs love like wildfire.
like forever fire. until every last
southern sun sets. till the stars burn out.
and to know her heart is finally safe…
with you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →ways to break this southern girl’s heart…
Ways To Break This Southern Girl’s Heart
after Diane Lato’s “Easy Ways To Break My Heart”
– give her unsweetened tea. there are no two more terrible words to a southern girl when put together
– tell her you’re an alabama fan. you’ve gotta know that she’s gonna bleed volunteer orange ‘til the end no matter
– tell her you don’t like the mountains. her heart has east tennessee sunrises imprinted on it… and she wants to show you every sunlit, treelined, starkissed view
– turn down the volume when ‘country girl’ by ray lamontagne comes on. papa used to play it for her on the porch, and she’s gotta hear every bit of it, every time
– you wanna really crush her heart? then ask to meet her daddy. because he isn’t in her heart anymore. he was the first one who broke it, and in too many ways, long ago
– and if you wanna just completely shatter her into pieces… then try to give her an ordinary love. because she needs love like wildfire. like forever-fire. until every last southern sun sets. till the stars burn out. and to know her heart is finally safe… with you
…she needs to know that breaking her heart is the very last thing you would ever want to do.
– butterflies rising
Read More →just you and me… and that up against the wall kind of kissing…
just you and me…
and that
up against the wall,
in the back seat,
under the stars,
lost in the moment while the rest
of the world fades away,
kind of kissing
– butterflies rising
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