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“the kind of love that shifts you. and stirs you. and awakens you. and inspires you. and blooms wild and burns bright inside of you… and for you… and through you. a visceral thing that you touch and taste and feel in your senses, in your being, in your soul… in your everything. a knowing. beyond what you understand in your head, a knowing that you feel in your heart… one that you feel in your chest walls.”

“that little voice inside of you… it’s saying, “go.” so just go. go where you can stretch out and reach wide and high and bloom wild and untamed and be unapologetic in your essence and reckless in your fire and golden in your skin and so. easy. in your breathing… just. go. to wherever the brutal voices quiet and the aching doubt settles and all those heavy fears you’re holding on to can start to loosen from your grip and find little ways to fall away… because that little voice… it’s trying to save your soul. so just go. whatever it takes. whatever you need to put down. whatever you have to leave behind. untangle from it all… and go where you breathe free.”

“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.”

“that moment right before something wild and beautiful is about to happen… it's why that girl loves a drop… you get pulled into that moment that holds your breath, and then the music takes you over like you’re high on soul-driven adrenaline / and that feeling right before a kiss… there's that universe that only the two of you exist in… and then the kiss takes over your whole body like some kind of love-flavored mescaline / it's the let-go before the give-in / the suspension before the collision / when we hand our head over to our heart and let something made of magic find its way in …she likes the way that feels… that moment right before something wild and beautiful is about to happen.”

“who are you when you put it all down for just a moment? when you let your fear fall quiet. and you let your anxious heart settle. and you let a little trust in. and when you let your soul breathe… and maybe even dream a little. what if somewhere in the way that all feels is who you really are. and what if there is another life in it you're meant to find… one where your breathing is allowed to be so easy and the stars are allowed to be so close and your heart is allowed to run so wild and your dreams are allowed to burn so. bright. what if somewhere in the way that all feels is what it's meant to be like. what if… what could it all be like? maybe let yourself feel it, even if for just a moment; who you are when you let all of your fears fall away.”

“i think you have to chase it. that thing that tells you... keep. going. that there are wilder sunsets and more colors to know. that there are still answers for what's pulling at you. that the emptiness and heartbreak aren't where love will leave you because somewhere there is a lover who will kiss you like you have poetry and addiction on your lips and who needs your touch and taste like mercy on their soul. and there are all those virgin, unfelt things in you; still untouched and tender and unfolding. so you have to keep searching. for all that soul stuff. until your intangible aches are in the flesh, and that fire within you is spilling all around you... i think you have to keep going.”

“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 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”

“she's butterfly-wild, chasing all those inner fires, her restless spirit aching for something beautiful, reaching for something more, so flower-sweet and fire-wild, she's got all those big dreams inside of her taking hold and trying to stretch her, trying to grow her, her wandering spirit aching to find its way to open air, searching for something golden and sun-kissed, reaching for so. much. more. craving an untamed freedom that tastes like pulse and heartbeat and deep breath and wild skin. and she feels it all. and she will find it. because she's meant for it… she's got all that wildflower energy in her veins.”

“Ways To Break This Southern Girl’s Heart after Diane Lato's "Easy Ways To Break My Heart" - give her unsweetened tea. there are no two more terrible words to a southern girl when put together - tell her you're an alabama fan. you've gotta know that she's gonna bleed volunteer orange ‘til the end no matter - tell her you don't like the mountains. her heart has east tennessee sunrises imprinted on it... and she wants to show you every sunlit, treelined, starkissed view - turn down the volume when 'country girl' by ray lamontagne comes on. papa used to play it for her on the porch, and she's gotta hear every bit of it, every time - you wanna really crush her heart? then ask to meet her daddy. because he isn't in her heart anymore. he was the first one who broke it, and in too many ways, long ago - and if you wanna just completely shatter her into pieces... then try to give her an ordinary love. because she needs love like wildfire. like forever-fire. until every last southern sun sets. till the stars burn out. and until her heart is finally safe... with you ...she needs to know that breaking her heart is the very last thing you would ever want to do.”

“you're out there and i'm here wishing i could reach for you as easy as a star could cross a sky… just fall across your chest and feel it all again. your way of settling my madness with that soft… slow… “baby” late at night, and how you feel like everything beautiful i can't make sense of. it's a dangerously pretty edge when you're here, but there's a wild ache when you're not and my axis pulls and pulls to wherever you are. i still feel you, and i miss you and i miss you… you are the sweetest feeling i know.”