she blooms wild and burns bright
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Free Spirit
you are allowed to be a many-layered thing…
shadow & sugar… you are allowed to be a many-layered thing…
shadow & sugar…
you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way she’s such a soft thing and still lets everything made of fire…
the way she’s such a soft thing
and still lets everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs…
you.
…the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs,
and who you are, and how you are, and how you think and
speak and feel and exist and move,
and there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think
this is maybe love… how you actually give a damn
about all this mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said, what do you want? i said… you…
he said,
what do you want?
i said… you.
he said,
no. i want to know what you want… for you.
i want…
to search. and stretch. and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered, under the moon, into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger and biggest,
and to feel free in here… inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe say… yes, you are worthy of all this.
and yes… you.
…the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs,
and who you are, and how you are, and how you think and
speak and feel and exist and move,
and there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think
this is maybe love… how you actually give a damn
about all this mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →passion in my chest like kerosene…
if you broke me open, that’s what you would find… passion…
if you broke me open, that’s what you would find… passion.
in my veins, in my blood, in my dna… it’s aching to catch fire….
all this passion in my chest like kerosene.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s a wildflower on fire…
a wildflower on fire…
she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.
– butterflies rising
Read More →2025 is the year you can no longer stay small…
2025 is the year
you can no longer stay small.
and it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love,
but you also have to learn to take up
your own space. and to not say you’re sorry
when you do. and you’re going to be rejected
for these wings you’re growing and these
fires you’re starting… but these are such.
beautiful. things. they are a sweet
and wild rebellion in you.
and you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
so if something needs you small… you just
can’t let it hold you still anymore.
– butterflies rising
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