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Love is our Resistance
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us


Dominica Rain. California. Mommy of 5 daughters.Tattooed. Hopeless Romantic. Dreamer. Book Worm. Media Whore. Lives For Amazing Music, The Ocean, Art && Love.

And This Is My Life In Words && Photos.


Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means
we're inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
-Richard Siken


Did I hear someone say chocolate!?

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Sarah Diona Megan Maggie


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Monday, November 22, 2010

As a little girl, there was nothing I adored more than bedtime every night and my grandma reading me books about magic and love and frogs and princesses. You could always catch me outside, dressed up in some frilly princess dress, surrounded by dolls and make believe friends, on a never ending search for my frog prince. I could not wait to grow up and fall in love and live happily ever after, just like Belle & Jasmine.

Now I can see that fairytales are about more than just romance & falling in love[all those these are key ingredients in the making of a good fairytale]. It allows my mind and imagination to run free. Fairytales taught me about strength, about patience and compassion, about hope and about faith. They allowed me to dream and imagine. To have courage even in the most hopeless situations. The true magic behind a fairytale is that it only exsists if you don't stop dreaming.

Be magical. Be inspired. Be inspiring. Be ambitious. Be bold. Be excited. Be beautiful. Be honest. Be charming. Be impressed. Be impressive. Be sweet. Be kind. Be courteous. Be gentle. Be awesome.

Believe in magic. Believe in love. Believe in unicorns. Believe in fairy dust. Believe in second chances. Believe in fate. Believe in yourself.

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11:06 AM



Love this post. Those pictures are beautiful. Where did you find them?

By Blogger Sarah, at November 24, 2010 at 11:37 AM  

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