babygirl,
don’t run from the shadows
under your sweetness; you are layers of
dark and light… so try to meet it all with curiosity
and give everything your compassion
because none of it needs your judgment,
and all of it needs your love.
– butterflies rising
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passionately chasing my self-love story and becoming the version of me that i fall in love with… and then letting everything else find me there.
– butterflies rising
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i used to be so hard on myself for
how long it can take me to let go and
heal from things, until i started realizing…
these things are catalysts. i’m not just being
asked to let go, i’m also being asked
to grow… and that kind of healing
happens in your soul’s own time.
– butterflies rising
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searching and curious for who i am underneath all of the versions of myself i’ve taken on for someone else
– butterflies rising
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i’ve been dying to feel even just a little bit of air inside my lungs… suffocating myself for so long, always asking for permission for the shape of my presence and the width of my wings… it’s time to let myself breathe and unfold
– butterflies rising
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creative energy is necessary for me.
for how i find myself. and my voice.
for how i exhale. and how i heal. for how
i unbreak a broken heart.
– butterflies rising
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she started to wonder things, like…
but shouldn’t the voice that i hold inside
of me sound like my own?
– butterflies rising
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a love language…
the version of yourself
that you are in love with being
is who i want to love, too
– butterflies rising
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love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how
we give so much credit
to the heavy and hard things
for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the
darkness we’ve pushed through
and they say things like…
“it’s why you’re so strong.”
or they speak of all that depth and
texture it’s given our character.
and i think… it’s true.
but i also think…
of the soft places i’ve had to fall
where i can just be like a flower
and made of my wild vulnerability,
or of the moments in this life that
bring out my glow… and of the ones
who are there to witness it, and how
they tell me that it’s beautiful…
and of all the sparks of inspiration
like little embers on my pathways
that help spark my own fires that i
have waiting inside of me.
as much as i can see how we
grow from the push of darkness…
i think we also need that feeling
of light to help pull us into our bloom.
and maybe it matters more than we
know how much a little spark we
leave somewhere might be a
needed light… the way it could
remind someone they are made
of flowers… and help pull
them into their bloom.
– butterflies rising
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