
playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
Read More →playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.
my kind of king energy?
a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally
intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good
that his soul can pull me in just as
easily as his smile can.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a sensitive king… that vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.
– butterflies rising
Read More →go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
wild under moonshine,
let’s go
– butterflies rising
Read More →love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wolves and lovers…
wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an ordinary love
and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
craving. everything. from the soul-deep to
being tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you, if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
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