love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide

– butterflies rising

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i think about how
we give so much credit
to the heavy and hard things
for how beautiful we are…

how we tell others of the
darkness we’ve pushed through
and they say things like…
“it’s why you’re so strong.”
or they speak of all that depth and
texture it’s given our character.
and i think… it’s true.

but i also think…
of the soft places i’ve had to fall
where i can just be like a flower
and made of my wild vulnerability,
or of the moments in this life that
bring out my glow… and of the ones
who are there to witness it, and how
they tell me that it’s beautiful…
and of all the sparks of inspiration
like little embers on my pathways
that help spark my own fires that i
have waiting inside of me.

as much as i can see how we
grow from the push of darkness…
i think we also need that feeling
of light to help pull us into our bloom.
and maybe it matters more than we
know how much a little spark we
leave somewhere might be a
needed light… the way it could
remind someone they are made
of flowers… and help pull
them into their bloom.

– butterflies rising

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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

– butterflies rising

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