maybe it’s not such a bad thing… having to go through someone’s walls. like… because once you get through, you know it’s because they really want you there. and that space isn’t for just anyone… no one else could be there but you.
– butterflies rising
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what if there are no wrong turns?
like really… what if?
what if all of your “wrong turns” are
really just the long way home?
– butterflies rising
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no revenge because…
since you, i’ve been discovering and
growing into a beautiful new version of me
that i would’ve never even reached for if you
hadn’t shaken the core of that last
version of me so deeply
– butterflies rising
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this world is burning, and i want a world where it’s safe to believe in summers… safe to lay easy in the grass, light and peaceful and sunkissed, knowing the axis is tilted steady towards the good, feeling so sure that something beautiful is at the core of everything. you can feel how we’re clawing for it… but maybe someday we’ll grasp it, and we’ll live it.
– butterflies rising
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they tried to teach me
to be afraid of my dichotomies… to believe
that dynamic girls are “dangerous things.”
but i’ve been learning that some days i will
tend to flowers, and some days i will hold fire,
and “good girls” are also passionate girls,
and “good women” are also free women…
and that will only be a dangerous thing to
the ones who want us to live afraid.
– butterflies rising
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mamas are lovers
and dreamers and free spirits, too.
and that doesn’t mean you don’t find
yourself in who you are to the ones you love…
but you also matter as you are,
in who you are, for you.
and you can be a lover and a dreamer
and a free spirit, too.
– butterflies rising
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be gentle with your heart as you let go of them… you’re not just letting go of them; you’re letting go of this whole version of you that was in love with them… but this next version of you is going to fall more in love with you than you ever have been.
– butterflies rising
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be gentle with your heart as you let go of them in the way that you loved them… you loved them like wildfire, so this isn’t just burning a bridge; it’s taking all that passion you held for them and learning to let it catch fire for something new. they aren’t the source of your fire… you are. so let yourself become wildly passionate for something that you hold inside of you.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been
given this passionate ache inside for it
if you weren’t meant to know it and tangibly hold it…
dreams are dreams on purpose. aches are in us
on purpose. your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
– butterflies rising
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