be gentle with
the way you’re learning to
hold your own heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Soul
honey butter…
…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
Read More →no part of love…
there is just no part of love that my heart does not feel as brutally intimate as it can be felt.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the woman we each want to be…
the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.
there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.
our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you let it all spill out of you….
if you are someone like me,
who has struggled to find and use
your voice in this life, be gentle with
yourself as you find it. but also know…
what you think. and feel. and believe.
and have to say,
however you find your own way to say it…
it matters.
and it’s beautiful when you let your
heart spill out of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in a wilderness, with an unheld hand, you will learn to love yourself just as madly…
in a wilderness,
with an unheld hand,
you will learn
to love yourself just as madly,
with the fierceness,
the recklessness,
that you have loved them
– butterflies rising
Read More →how you move, how you love… you are such light. such brilliant light…
the way you are…
how much you feel,
how you move, how you love…
you are such light. such brilliant light.
you are meant to be with someone
who is shifted by you,
whose soul is here to be shaken by you,
don’t waste one more tender breath
that you have in your chest on
someone who was only ever there
to break your heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a beautiful unknown…
you close your heart
and you think it is a safety,
but it is a violence against yourself
in the quietest of ways,
yes, quiet, but still a violence,
a brutal, aching violence,
and to love, it is bravery,
and no small bravery,
but a fearless, grand reach into
an uncontrollable unknown,
yes, an uncertainty,
but maybe, what a beautiful unknown
– butterflies rising
Read More →so wildly beautiful…
you are so wildly beautiful in all of
the ways i could ever imagine for
someone to be beautiful
– butterflies rising
Read More →isn’t feeling it all existence…
i keep
falling,
and feeling,
and loving too much,
but isn’t feeling it all
existence
– butterflies rising
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