the way a sure but quiet & genuine confidence is so wildly attractive… when someone owns their energy, and you can feel how their vibe is just effortlessly radiating the texture of their soul… that kind of authenticity has some kind of pull.
– butterflies rising
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am i safe here, am i seen here, can i breathe here,
do i bloom here, can i grow here, can i glow here,
do i feel free here, does my pulse stir and my heart
beat here, can i trust this, is there truth here,
is it beautiful here… do i feel beautiful here,
and not just do i feel loved here…
but do i get to love me here.
out of all the questions i have with someone…
i think the ones that ask, “what does it feel like here?”
are my most important ones.
– butterflies rising
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being the daughter of a woman who didn’t choose herself made me determined to become a woman who will.
– butterflies rising
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…it’s in the way your perfect atoms find themselves falling into place as the beautiful universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
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you cannot love yourself and apologize for
who you are at the same time… and you don’t need to say
“i’m sorry” for the way your perfect atoms find
themselves falling into place as the beautiful
universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
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i’ve apologized for myself for so much
of my life… and i’m still learning how to take
up space without feeling like i’m holding an
“i’m sorry” under every breath.
– butterflies rising
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…the way we passionately love
someone else should be a way we
could love ourselves, too.
– butterflies rising
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it’s one of the darkest feelings
i’ve ever known… unworthy.
and maybe i want to learn to start
questioning it when i feel it.
like… is it always even mine?
because if it’s from someone else…
someone else’s unkindness, or judgment,
or their own unworthiness they’re projecting…
then i want to learn to say no.
i think maybe my own battles would get a little
easier to face if i wasn’t also fighting the
ones that aren’t even mine.
– butterflies rising
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…the kind of eyes that mean what they say when they say all those things that eyes say
– butterflies rising
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nothing feels
as rich, as expensive,
as being held by hands
laced in respect,
strong hands that can be
soft and slow against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
and eyes that mean what they say
when they say all those things
that eyes say… like,
it’s safe here. and there’s truth here.
and there’s depth in here.
and full. attention.
that undeniable, can’t not. must have.
ache for you, ache for this…
nothing. but. this. kind of aching in you
reaching for an aching me…
those are the priceless things,
give me your priceless things.
– butterflies rising
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