
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →your standards for love
are going to make some people
uncomfortable, and they will try to make
you feel like your standards are too high,
but it’s only because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges
how they treat people,
or how they’ve accepted being treated.
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m certain i love
with the entire force of the universe
and it feels too much to ask another
human to take that in
– butterflies rising
Read More →when we let go of
the need to control it all
i think the universe listens…
instead of our old patterns we’ll get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of the hard lessons we’ll be given
inspirers and spirit challengers
…and maybe it’s as simple as to just be curiosity.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love in that
whole heart kind of way…
and you’ve got me
in that whole heart kind of way
– butterflies rising
Read More →i watch everyone
move so fast
towards each other
and i think…
how beautiful it is
when it moves slow,
and takes time,
when it’s curious,
how it lingers,
all those layers to uncover,
how it feels to explore
– wanderlust
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way we
live forever young,
and the way we love…
how it feels like a forever love
we feel infinite
– butterflies rising
Read More →and you ask me…
how will i know it’s him
when he comes along?
i’ll know it’s him
by the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take. it. slow. magic.
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he lets me love him…
it will matter that i love myself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i knew it was him
by the way he walked in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take
it
slow
magic,
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he’d let me love him,
it mattered
that i love myself
– butterflies rising
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