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– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Soul
this world is burning… and i want a world where it’s safe to believe in summers…
this world is burning, and i want a world where it’s safe to believe in summers… safe to lay easy in the grass, light and peaceful and sunkissed, knowing the axis is tilted steady towards the good, feeling so sure that something beautiful is at the core of everything. you can feel how we’re clawing for it… but maybe someday we’ll grasp it, and we’ll live it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →they tried to teach me to be afraid of my dichotomies…
they tried to teach me
to be afraid of my dichotomies… to believe
that dynamic girls are “dangerous things.”
but i’ve been learning that some days i will
tend to flowers, and some days i will hold fire,
and “good girls” are also passionate girls,
and “good women” are also free women…
and that will only be a dangerous thing to
the ones who want us to live afraid.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s maybe one of my favorite feelings ever… my friends and i call it “suspension”…
it’s maybe one of my favorite feelings ever… my friends and i call it “suspension.” it’s when a connection creates an energy between you and another person or a group of people… and that conversation or that night or that experience or that moment you’re in with them just becomes all there is, and you just lose time together. the way that energy can just feel infinite… i’m pretty sure it’s some kind of magic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i don’t think we’re taught enough how much energy matters in connection…
i don’t think we’re taught enough how
much energy matters in connection and to listen
to our intuition… we’re told what we feel isn’t “real.”
but the physical or just actions or words;
not one of those things alone can tell us everything.
and so i listen to the way things feel… i listen
when something doesn’t feel right. but then…
i also love in energy because i don’t think
anything could be more real.
– butterflies rising
Read More →mamas are lovers and dreamers…
mamas are lovers
and dreamers and free spirits, too.
and that doesn’t mean you don’t find
yourself in who you are to the ones you love…
but you also matter as you are,
in who you are, for you.
and you can be a lover and a dreamer
and a free spirit, too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →be gentle with your heart as you let go of them… you’re not just letting go of them…
be gentle with your heart as you let go of them… you’re not just letting go of them; you’re letting go of this whole version of you that was in love with them… but this next version of you is going to fall more in love with you than you ever have been.
– butterflies rising
Read More →be gentle with your heart as you let go of them in the way that you loved them…
be gentle with your heart as you let go of them in the way that you loved them… you loved them like wildfire, so this isn’t just burning a bridge; it’s taking all that passion you held for them and learning to let it catch fire for something new. they aren’t the source of your fire… you are. so let yourself become wildly passionate for something that you hold inside of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →why else would you have been given this passionate ache…
why else would you have been
given this passionate ache inside for it
if you weren’t meant to know it and tangibly hold it…
dreams are dreams on purpose. aches are in us
on purpose. your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →why else would you have been given this wildflower energy…
why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
– butterflies rising
Read More →why else would you have been given this poetry heart…
why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
– butterflies rising
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