"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up."
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via disemboweled)

(via bealltruth)


the official blog of damone roberts: Simple Summer Sangria

damoneroberts:

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Summer is the time for friends, BBQs and delish drinks!

Here is an easy recipe for a refreshing sangria:

  • 4 cups watermelon, cubed and frozen
  • 1/3 cups dry port*
  • 1 lime, sliced thin
  • 750ml bottle Moscato, chilled*
  • 3 cups lime seltzer water

In pitcher, place 3 cups of watermelon,…

LOVEseeded.: I was just thinking and smiled over the thought of being with someone..

loveseeded:

Someone who is committed and connected to our relationship in an overall sense, especially spiritually..
Someone who loves, respects and appreciates my depths, including being a mommy and a giver to this world, and not just the surface shit
Someone who sometimes, looks at me in amazement…

"The cosmos doesn’t measure sweat and hours for reward. The cosmos deals in the currencies of joy and satisfaction. That means, if easing up makes you happier and more fulfilled, the universe will help you pull it off."
– Danielle LaPorte (via yogachocolatelove)

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poetry is motion graceful
as a fawn
gentle as a teardrop
strong like the eye
finding peace in a crowded room
we poets tend to think
our words are golden
though emotion speaks too
loudly to be defined
by silence

sometimes after midnight or just before
the dawn
we sit typewriter in hand
pulling loneliness around us
forgetting our lovers or children
who are sleeping
ignoring the weary wariness
of our own logic
to compose a poem

no one understands it
it never says “love me” for poets are
beyond love
it never says “accept me” for poems seek not
acceptance but controversy
it only says “i am” and therefore
i concede that you are too
a poem is pure energy
horizontally contained
between the mind
of the poet and the ear of the reader
if it does not sing discard the ear
for poetry is song
if it does not delight discard
the heart for poetry is joy
if it does not inform then close
off the brain for it is dead
if it cannot heed the insistent message
that life is precious

which is all we poets
wrapped in our loneliness
are trying to say

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– Nikki Giovanni (via rvichuuuu)

(via ethiopienne)