
there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you for you to not let it all be who and what you are.
– butterflies rising
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there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you for you to not let it all be who and what you are.
– butterflies rising
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there is too much beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be
who and what you are
– butterflies rising
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that little
voice inside of you…
it’s saying, “go.” so just go.
go where you can
stretch out and reach
wide and high
and bloom wild and untamed
and be unapologetic in your essence
and reckless in your fire
and golden in your skin
and so. easy. in your breathing…
just. go.
to wherever the brutal voices quiet
and the aching doubt settles
and all those heavy fears you’re holding
on to can start to loosen from your grip
and find little ways to fall away…
because that little voice… it’s trying to
save your soul. so just go.
whatever it takes.
whatever you need to put down.
whatever you have to leave behind.
untangle from it all…
and go where you breathe free.
– butterflies rising
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go where you can
stretch out and reach
wide and high
and bloom wild and untamed
and be unapologetic in your essence
and reckless in your fire
and golden in your skin
and so. easy. in your breathing…
just. go.
go where you breathe free.
– butterflies rising
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there’s always been an ache in your
back that has felt something like wings…
something inside of you has always
been trying to carry you.
– butterflies rising
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something like wings…
through all the
layers of dark and unsure
that wild in your heart
and those flowers in your chest
and the fire in your blood
and that feeling that you’re going
to break. free. some. how.
have stirred within you
in spite of everything that has
tried to weigh heavy on your soul.
there’s always been an ache in your
back that has felt something like wings…
something inside of you has always
been trying to carry you.
– butterflies rising
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there’s always been a voice inside that you could hear, you’ve just been conditioned not to trust it… but there’s always been an ache in your back that has felt something like wings… something inside of you has always been trying to carry you.
– butterflies rising
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have a little grace with your fire…
you are a wild thing, but you
are such a tender thing
– butterflies rising
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