the stretching of his heart walls… and all those flowers growing from his chest
– butterflies rising
the stretching of his heart walls… and all those flowers growing from his chest
– butterflies rising
rage. delicate rage era.
heartbroken but also hellbent.
– butterflies rising
there’s that corner of your smile, the one towards me when you’re in the driver’s seat
– butterflies rising
you have a heart that changes shape
when something moves you
– butterflies rising
a sensitive king… that vulnerable heart underneath all his dirty edges
– butterflies rising