all of this heat and heart
and wild intensity…
it’s beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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it could be something beautiful…
i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
Read More →chosen by me…
all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →but if it’s love, when it asks you to come along…
but if it’s love,
when it asks you to come along,
it will not ask you to leave yourself behind…
love won’t ask you to be less. of. yourself.
it will invite you to become more and more of you,
to step into all of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →please quiet the noise in my head so i can hear the voice in my heart…
please quiet the noise in my head so i can hear the voice in my heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →clarity… may this stillness stay and quiet the noise in my head so i can hear the voice in my heart…
clarity…
may this stillness stay
and quiet the noise in my head
so i can hear the voice in my heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart…
your heart
is being prepared
for the heart
that is being prepared
for your heart
patience.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way the memory of their tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →show me your wildfires…
your wildfires…
let me see
your chest bleed
and your heart ache
with all that you are
and for everything you love…
show me all your wildfires,
i want to know your wildfires
– butterflies rising
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