just let go of your head,
show me your heart
and run wild with me
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way she looks at him…
as if his smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →…some songs are just barely becoming safe again,
and some songs maybe never will be.
and i think that’s just how powerful music can be.
it’s such an aesthetic in our existence. we feel so much
from it, and because of it, and through it… and
so it can break us completely open in heartbreak,
but i wouldn’t trade that for how much it makes us feel
alive and free and infinite, and in love, in all of
the beautiful moments.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he looks at her…
as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way she looks at her…
as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he looks at him…
as if his smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →my heart
is tethered
to a soul
i’ve always known,
in a person
i’ve yet to find
imprint.
– butterflies rising
Read More →and maybe tonight we just dissolve into stars…
leaving gravity behind, quieting our heads and
trading all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
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