she’s flowers and fire.
– butterflies rising
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this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if they are for you… you’ll feel it in your chest walls…
artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver…
artists and lovers...
maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
and the awakenings will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to the artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver
to the artists and lovers…
maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…
– butterflies rising
Read More →the boys who bleed flowers and fire…
he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.
– the boys who bleed flowers and fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…
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 →virgo child: lay here… safe in the morning light, soft in the daylight…
lay here…
safe in the
morning light,
soft in the daylight,
until sunlight becomes
skin light,
breathe in and
let the flowers wrap
you up in sweet
until the air comes easy
from your chest,
until the sky becomes
something you can touch,
and the earth becomes
somewhere you can stay
and still have wings
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love like flowers and fire…
i love like flowers and fire…
i don’t know any other way.
soft and vulnerable… and wild
and burning… with my heart
broken. wide. open.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she blooms wild and burns bright – butterflies rising quote – credited posts
love and wandering…
when i get close,
and when i let walls fall…
i become a wild mess. and i get fully disarmed.
i just wildflower open… soft. vulnerable.
and i become such an easy mark for the way that forever is
such a pretty word off the corner of your smile… and god,
how it feels like the sweetest. thing.
and i swear it… that stars shine brighter,
and skin feels even softer, and songs sink in a little deeper,
and the words are the sweetest. sugar.
and they mean ten times, a hundred times, all the times more…
and i feel it all like lightning and soul-imprint in my marrow.
and it’s beautiful. and it’s terrifying.
because my safe space… is in the wild open…
where there’s growing space and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright, and my wings are wide,
and my breathing is all its own, and where i can always
feel the way my heart beats on its own…
with me over here. and you over there.
and i don’t know if my heart will ever settle it…
the way everything is more beautiful when i’m in love,
but i feel so much stronger when i’m not.
– butterflies rising
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