what if there are compasses everywhere… in your heart, in the stars, in the depth of your marrow
– butterflies rising
“so let’s just go anywhere. any miles an hour. nothing but highway lines”
– butterflies rising
“playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.”
– butterflies rising
“there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself”
– butterflies rising
“this world can feel so harsh and ugly to you because you are so soft and vulnerable and beautiful”
– butterflies rising