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“what if the raging inside of you is something beautiful… your curiosity stretching and your soul stirring… all that wildflower energy in your veins. and the ache is everything you've suffocated for so long just trying to find some way to breathe. and when it feels like you're burning it all down, you're just still learning how to burn bright. maybe you go a little wayward and get a little reckless, but be easy on your restless heart; have a little grace with your fire… you're a wild butterfly finding your way, just a girl growing wings.”

“you take all of my walls down with this fever-driven dream and we've got messy hearts with your skin against mine, but as much as fear has my head gripped and you at arm's length, we. still. intertwine. you're a soul instinct. and this feeling is a heart imprint. and when you're this close to me there's this way your heartbeat promises to take care of my own… so maybe it's safe to just give in to slow kisses on wild skin.”

“you can't actually dim someone else's brightness. it's part of them. it's part of who they are. and no matter what you do, it's not in your power to take it. even if you try to create tarnish around them, nothing you do can ever make them less bright or beautiful or creative or magnetic or less of any other thing that they hold within them. trying to tear others down will only ever make you feel less beautiful than you are. no amount of trying to put out someone else's light is ever going to heal the darkness you feel. and the truth is, that fight you feel against their glow is just your soul aching for you to fight for your own. so step back and take your focus off of them. take a breath in. stop trying to put out someone else's fire… start looking inside and light up your own.”

“i didn’t know it for most of my growing up… but my mama had dreams. dreams that weren’t of ring shapes and dress colors. she had dreams that were drenched in art and tasted like adventure… ones that felt like being kissed until her heart burst… ones that opened up her whole soul like a wildflower on fire. but i didn’t know it. i didn’t know it because she tucked them away in pretty memory boxes and hid them in tattered journals that she pushed aside for perfectly-scripted scrapbooks, and she buried all her burning desires under yes ma’ams and sunday dresses and sweet, supportive smiles, while any part of her that ever maybe might could’ve known that she mattered… by herself, for herself, and belonging. to. herself. suffocated quietly under the white noise of all those voices that had told her that all that really mattered was that she had been chosen… by him. and when i started to see that inside of her was a whole other woman that she ached to be… i knew i couldn’t go through my life aching for the me i’d never be, in that same way. so all i’ve ever wanted… is to know that i matter. by myself. for myself. and belonging to myself. chosen by no one, but me.”

“i never knew… because they didn’t want me to know… that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual. passion is spiritual. soul to skin… it’s. all. spiritual. they never told me that it could be beautiful. that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful. and all of that heat and heart and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful. and little by little i’m trying to trade in shame and fear and just let myself feel all the things i’ve never let myself feel. maybe then it could be something… beautiful.”

“artists and lovers... maybe, you'll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver… but you'll trade it for the dreams. for the bleeding of the colors and the escape from time. and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos, but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire… and your soul will stir and your heart will race and the art will breathe and the awakenings will come again and again. and just. the existence of them… who they are… how they are… it will create all those hurricanes that you feel in your chest walls. and that's how you'll know. because if they are for you… you'll feel it in your chest walls.”

“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.”

“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.”