passionately chasing my self-love story and becoming the version of me that i fall in love with… and then letting everything else find me there.
– butterflies rising
Read More →passionately chasing my self-love story and becoming the version of me…
i used to be so hard on myself for how long it can take me…
i used to be so hard on myself for
how long it can take me to let go and
heal from things, until i started realizing…
these things are catalysts. i’m not just being
asked to let go, i’m also being asked
to grow… and that kind of healing
happens in your soul’s own time.
– butterflies rising
Read More →searching and curious for who i am underneath…
searching and curious for who i am underneath all of the versions of myself i’ve taken on for someone else
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’ve been dying to feel even just a little bit of air inside my lungs…
i’ve been dying to feel even just a little bit of air inside my lungs… suffocating myself for so long, always asking for permission for the shape of my presence and the width of my wings… it’s time to let myself breathe and unfold
– butterflies rising
Read More →a perfect night… anywhere. it doesn’t matter where if it ends up with you and me…
a perfect night…
anywhere. it doesn’t matter where
if it ends up with you and me somewhere,
just talking about anything and everything
until sunrise, not wanting to leave the
energy we’re feeling for anything, ever.
a perfect night is one with the
“good night” you don’t
want to say.
– butterflies rising
Read More →creative energy is necessary for me. for how i find myself…
creative energy is necessary for me.
for how i find myself. and my voice.
for how i exhale. and how i heal. for how
i unbreak a broken heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she started to wonder things, like… but shouldn’t the voice that i hold…
she started to wonder things, like…
but shouldn’t the voice that i hold inside
of me sound like my own?
– butterflies rising
Read More →a love language… the version of yourself that you are in love with being…
a love language…
the version of yourself
that you are in love with being
is who i want to love, too
– butterflies rising
Read More →a love language… i want you to always be able to love you here…
love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself…
love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how we give so much credit to the heavy…
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 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.
– butterflies rising
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