Butterflies. We all become butterflies, at some point in our lives.
Fragile; vulnerable; intricately beautiful.
Trusting someone enough to sit in their open palm, giving them the power to crush this living, breathing, dreaming thing into nothing more than powdery fragments.
That’s what love is; taking the courage to be a butterfly, wearing all of your colours on your wings so thin that even the slightest touch could cause damage beyond repair…
But unlike butterflies, we can be rebuilt.
Fix me.
- Lavinia.
(Source: tonsofphotographyxox, via glidingofftowonderland)
