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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>About meAsk me anything</description><title>Don't disappear into a dream...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @moon-drunk)</generator><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"There was always the hunger,
The death of small things
Somewhere in your body"</title><description>“There was always the hunger,&lt;br/&gt;
The death of small things&lt;br/&gt;
Somewhere in your body”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thomas James, from “&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182288" target="_blank"&gt;Two Aunts&lt;/a&gt;” (via &lt;a href="http://awritersruminations.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;awritersruminations&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50877615544</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50877615544</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:53:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you."</title><description>“Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maya Angelou (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://creatingaquietmind.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;creatingaquietmind&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50877604476</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50877604476</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:53:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I. 
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;I. &lt;br/&gt;
When I was trying to quit smoking&lt;br/&gt;
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,&lt;br/&gt;
you called my freckles cocoa powder&lt;br/&gt;
and I called your green eyes&lt;br/&gt;
celery.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;II. &lt;br/&gt;
I am learning how to be a grown-up&lt;br/&gt;
who pays bills, cooks her own meals, &lt;br/&gt;
and doesn’t cry at words like&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I just want to be friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;III.&lt;br/&gt;
The truth is this: &lt;br/&gt;
Love is an organic thing.&lt;br/&gt;
It rots and softens.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://philo-sofia.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;philo-sofia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50714122543</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50714122543</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 03:34:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Whatever you desire is already connected in some way to who you are and what you now have. Find that..."</title><description>““Whatever you desire is already connected in some way to who you are and what you now have. Find that way, follow the connection.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ralph Marston&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://creatingaquietmind.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;creatingaquietmind&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50714000965</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50714000965</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 03:30:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Nigel Van Wieck
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/017354566f1d48f5c7f8c8faba111d92/tumblr_mg4kggm0on1qzimr0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nigel Van Wieck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636932239</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636932239</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 02:09:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Rules my Grandma's Psychiatrist gave her in 56'  </title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get some cheap dishes and break them when you get upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn how to say “NO” and don’t feel guilty about it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Buy something frivolous for yourself once in awhile, like a new hat. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Never again do anything you don’t want to do. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636781500</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636781500</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 02:05:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dreamnoises:

eventually it will be better but it will still hurt like slow burning &amp;amp; even...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreamnoises.tumblr.com/post/50632693006/eventually-it-will-be-better-but-it-will-still" target="_blank"&gt;dreamnoises&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;eventually it will be better but it will still hurt like slow burning &amp;amp; even though you know it will get better…when you’re in it you never see that light. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636566507</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50636566507</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 02:00:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over..."</title><description>“Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marjorie Celona;&lt;/strong&gt; “Y” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mirroir.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mirroir&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606057102</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606057102</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:27:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that..."</title><description>“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hugh Laurie &lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://shelbyisms.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;shelbyisms&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606044457</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606044457</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:27:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>nevver:

Couple embracing, Egon Schiele
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a4680224faaf7d73b0f2c90cc153b86c/tumblr_mmkb9nkD3P1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/50063724466/couple-embracing-egon-schiele" target="_blank"&gt;nevver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Couple embracing, &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Collections/search-the-collections/210003665?rpp=20&amp;pg=1&amp;ft=Egon+Schiele&amp;pos=20" target="_blank"&gt;Egon Schiele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606030323</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50606030323</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:26:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/831b154e4f94cd23ca616048d3b2a704/tumblr_mkwqowDvq01r7nq3xo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50596426610</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50596426610</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:13:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9d1ba8ded93e5ee2b1f0fc53e2012f98/tumblr_mmlpdbmIF11qdpmluo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50595236838</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50595236838</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 15:55:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Don’t save something for a special occasion. Every day of your life is a special occasion."</title><description>“Don’t save something for a special occasion. Every day of your life is a special occasion.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thomas S. Monson  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ablogwithaview.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ablogwithaview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50592424298</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50592424298</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 15:11:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9c5f89a3b261404a8a84c2626618efe8/tumblr_mmm4awsFBw1r228tpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50510009300</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50510009300</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:43:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people."</title><description>“If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kyo  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kitsune-.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;kitsune-&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50509922710</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50509922710</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:41:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/995d14a451fb3040587ee850bc6bf44d/tumblr_mk178xWORp1r3mx44o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a10fb5a1a46b1c0259d1a4d8d7047fd5/tumblr_mk178xWORp1r3mx44o3_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f4c391fe97235ff74749bc9a473668ae/tumblr_mk178xWORp1r3mx44o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50509619972</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50509619972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:36:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I don’t know how to grow up, really, or move on.  I don’t know how to be all right with something..."</title><description>“I don’t know how to grow up, really, or move on.  I don’t know how to be all right with something ending without also regretting that it ever happened.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://heylabodega.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50508908297</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50508908297</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:24:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent..."</title><description>“Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rebecca Solnit, &lt;em&gt;A Field Guide to Getting Lost&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://adieufranz.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;adieufranz&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507802165</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507802165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:04:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrutq9Xy0U1qzae1ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507724520</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507724520</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:02:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome,..."</title><description>“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hermann Hesse (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://samsaranmusing.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;samsaranmusing&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507423972</link><guid>http://moon-drunk.tumblr.com/post/50507423972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:57:06 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
