you’ll know…
not just in the way they look at you,
but in how they’re not looking
anywhere else
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’ll know… not just in the way they look at you…
Tag: Self Esteem
overapologies…
i know that i will never, ever be able to love myself if i keep apologizing for how other people have decided to feel about me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there are things i am learning not to apologize for…
there are things
i am learning not to apologize for…
– the way i express myself
– the way i am discovering myself
and growing into myself
– the way i take up my own space…
the space that is meant for me
– the things someone else may not like about me
but that i like about me
…because none of these things are anything wrong
with me. they are things that are right in me. and those
are things i should never have to be sorry for.
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart isn’t made to settle… you must choose the greatest love,…
your heart
isn’t made to settle…
you must choose the greatest love,
and you have to chase the
greatest life
– butterflies rising
Read More →a wild heart burning…
a wild heart burning…
you stay still
waiting for a cold heart to
warm towards you,
while somewhere else out there
is a wild heart burning,
so untamed, and so unafraid to light up
everything in you
– butterflies rising
Read More →your sweetness…
and then, like a butterfly, her wings unfolded…
the heavy just
became unbearable the
more she realized she was carrying
so much that was never even hers to hold.
so she exhaled every version of herself
that she had taken on for someone else,
and then… like a butterfly,
her wings unfolded.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild spirit, soft heart, sweet soul…
if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore…
if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you ordinary
tame you ever again.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s a wildflower on fire…
a wildflower on fire…
she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.
– butterflies rising
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