
what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just get
captured by his vocabulary…
and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words
there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does
it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…that late night drive, make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am and stay up too late,
kind of love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that late night drive,
make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am, stay up too late,
lay at the foot of your bed,
tell me what’s inside your head,
wander my way through all the wonderful
ways of who you are,
kind of love
– butterflies rising
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