the beautiful universe that you are…

you cannot love yourself and apologize for who you are at the same time

…it’s in the way your perfect atoms find themselves falling into place as the beautiful universe that you are.

– butterflies rising

…the way we passionately love
someone else should be a way we
could love ourselves, too.

– butterflies rising

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

slow hands… and all your
attention on me

– butterflies rising

…the kind of eyes that mean what they say when they say all those things that eyes say

– butterflies rising

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