all of this heat and heart
and wild intensity…
it’s beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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it could be something beautiful…
i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you can trust that every word a person says to you is true… good intentions…
when you can
trust that every word
a person says to you is true
you can feel it in your bones,
how it’s safe to just believe in them.
and there’s nothing in the world
like that feeling…
good intentions are like magic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →good intentions are like magic…
when you can feel it in your bones; how it’s safe to just believe in them… there’s nothing in the world like that feeling… good intentions are like magic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a heavy relationship isn’t the same as a deep love…
a heavy relationship
isn’t the same as a deep love…
a deep love won’t weigh you down,
it will breathe into your soul and
allow you to be free
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think, sometimes… we confuse a heavy relationship with a deep love…
i think, sometimes… we confuse a heavy relationship with a deep love. and maybe it’s not so easy to know the difference. but i don’t think love wants to weigh you down… i think love will let you grow… and breathe into your soul and make you feel alive and free.
– butterflies rising
Read More →go with them…
and if you are in darkness,
and if they come to you,
and if they reach a hand down
to pull you out,
be sure that if you take their hand
you do not drag them into the dark,
but go with them…
go with them into the light
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way the memory of their tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the whole of one another…
we are
not halves of
each other,
we come here to
love the whole of
one another
– butterflies rising
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