ok, you’re cute, but…
i want to know your soul aesthetic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a love language…
the version of yourself
that you are in love with being
is who i want to love, too
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are not lost… the ache you feel is just soul memory, and the restlessness is just soul fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →sometimes
this world feels
like the heaviest place
that we could ever know,
and it aches just to breathe here.
but then i look around,
and there are all of these
beautiful things… sunlight,
goodness, stars… you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we can fall into others with so much intensity and gravity, but then, when it comes to ourselves, we can struggle just to find a simple acceptance. but what if self-love is so much more than just a tolerance of yourself. and what if the things that feel like they are just leaving you on your own are not, but they are asking you to learn to choose yourself… and to do it with the same kind of fierce and reckless passion that you have chosen others. and what if that’s what this part of your journey is for.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we lose ourselves in the wild blush,
and the moment grips at us to stay. here.
where time is no matter, and our heartbeats
are everything… so stay. here.
and just feel this.
– butterflies rising
Read More →don’t just stay still,
go and dream your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats…
find your spark and feed it, and play in your own fire,
and i promise… they’ll find you.
they’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and where everything you both ache for collides,
because their fire will be drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →dream
your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats,
find it and feed it and play in your own fire…
and she’ll find you.
she’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and everything you both ache for collides,
because her fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she needs love like wildfire.
like forever fire. until every last
southern sun sets. till the stars burn out.
and to know her heart is finally safe…
with you.
– butterflies rising
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