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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>love is all</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @xoxokate)</generator><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in..."</title><description>“Beautiful, sobbing&lt;br/&gt;
high-geared fucking&lt;br/&gt;
and then to lie silently&lt;br/&gt;
like deer tracks in the&lt;br/&gt;
freshly-fallen snow beside&lt;br/&gt;
the one you love.&lt;br/&gt;
That’s all.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Richard Brautigan, “Deer Tracks”  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://coffeeisjolly.tumblr.com/"&gt;coffeeisjolly&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/38257712024</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/38257712024</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 18:08:02 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the..."</title><description>“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath, &lt;em&gt;The Unabridged Journals&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mirroir.tumblr.com/"&gt;mirroir&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37674833404</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37674833404</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 19:29:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about..."</title><description>“But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mark Haddon, &lt;em&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Night-Time&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://afffaire.tumblr.com/"&gt;afffaire&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37083555602</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37083555602</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 21:34:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the..."</title><description>““The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ernest Hemingway (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://crashingtothesurface.tumblr.com/"&gt;crashingtothesurface&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37080222349</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/37080222349</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 20:52:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make..."</title><description>“Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Andrea Greb (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://blua.tumblr.com/"&gt;blua&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36614978277</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36614978277</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 16:54:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>" My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If,..."</title><description>““ My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36613992225</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36613992225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 16:41:15 -0500</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>jane austen</category><category>pride and prejudice</category></item><item><title>"I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So… I shall end an..."</title><description>““I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So… I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36613911034</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/36613911034</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 16:40:13 -0500</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>jane austen</category></item><item><title>"I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch..."</title><description>“I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marya Hornbacher (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ugh.tumblr.com/"&gt;ugh&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/35812248659</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/35812248659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 20:45:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
I want to bethe oneyou want in yourmind and your gut andyour bathroomBut I don’t want youto fuck...</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to be&lt;br/&gt;the one&lt;br/&gt;you want in your&lt;br/&gt;mind and your gut and&lt;br/&gt;your bathroom&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I don’t want you&lt;br/&gt;to fuck the whole&lt;br/&gt;world to find out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/35012324621</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/35012324621</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 17:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of..."</title><description>““Put your thoughts to sleep,&lt;br/&gt;
do not let them cast a shadow&lt;br/&gt;
over the moon of your heart.&lt;br/&gt;
Let go of thinking.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rumi&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/32246272495</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/32246272495</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:57:58 -0400</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>rumi</category><category>thoughts</category></item><item><title>"Develop a mind that is vast like space, where experiences both pleasant and unpleasant can appear..."</title><description>“Develop a mind that is vast like space, where experiences both pleasant and unpleasant can appear and disappear without conflict, struggle or harm. Rest in a mind like vast sky.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Buddha&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29425045584</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29425045584</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 15:42:41 -0400</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>poboh:

Notre Dame de Grace, Paul-Élie Gernez. French (1888 -...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8e20fBuDv1qh7jlwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://poboh.tumblr.com/post/28908361142"&gt;poboh&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notre Dame de Grace&lt;/em&gt;, Paul-Élie Gernez. French (1888 - 1948)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29424941351</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29424941351</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 15:40:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want..."</title><description>““You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Toni Morrison&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29064893760</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29064893760</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:28:33 -0400</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>toni morrison</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls1t8thrOh1qakcg3o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29064868871</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29064868871</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:28:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of..."</title><description>““Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery… had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29063747591</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/29063747591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:08:50 -0400</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category><category>maya angelou</category></item><item><title>"I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I..."</title><description>“I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360361594</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360361594</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:22:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Alexey Razumovsky - Princess Tarakanova, in the Petropavlovsk...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6356rkPWr1r3fkjno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexey Razumovsky - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princess Tarakanova, in the Petropavlovsk Fortress at the Time of the Flood&lt;/em&gt;, 1864&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360343471</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360343471</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:22:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I..."</title><description>“I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Epictetus&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360323878</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360323878</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:22:10 -0400</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>thecollectivecollage:

“Tennis de salon” by ArianeJurquet
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7qi94a9BL1qlire5o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thecollectivecollage.tumblr.com/post/28305134005/tennis-de-salon-by-arianejurquet"&gt;thecollectivecollage&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arianejurquet.deviantart.com/art/Tennis-de-salon-288170074?q=gallery%3Aarianejurquet%2F30264837&amp;qo=67"&gt;“Tennis de salon” by ArianeJurquet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360293064</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360293064</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:21:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite,..."</title><description>“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360270866</link><guid>http://xoxokate.tumblr.com/post/28360270866</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:21:24 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
