
…the way we passionately love
someone else should be a way we
could love ourselves, too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…the way we passionately love
someone else should be a way we
could love ourselves, too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s run free under starlight…
restless for our dreams and full of
wild defiance
– butterflies rising
Read More →there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be who
and what you are…
and there is too. much. beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be who
and what you are…
and 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
Read More →the kind of love
that shifts you. and stirs you.
and awakens you. and inspires you.
and blooms wild and burns bright
inside of you… and for you…
and through you.
a visceral thing that you touch
and taste and feel in your senses,
in your being, in your soul…
in your everything.
a knowing.
beyond what you understand in your head,
a knowing that you feel in your heart…
one that you feel in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what you go to just because you’re lonely
isn’t love. but what you’re drawn to when you
catch fire… that’s where you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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,
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
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