
self-love…
the most delicate intimacy
– butterflies rising
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Wildfire Heart…
it’s breathtaking,
how your heart spills out of you
so achingly soft, and so chaotically unsure,
but as if the entire world catches fire
and you’re wanting to just be
so in love with it all
– butterflies rising
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…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
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there is just no part of love that my heart does not feel as brutally intimate as it can be felt.
– butterflies rising
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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
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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
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