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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>a breath, a whisper, a word</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @xyzenith)</generator><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who..."</title><description>““In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Robert Brault (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://primumovens.tumblr.com/"&gt;primumovens&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/50514481004</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/50514481004</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 15:52:51 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category></item><item><title>"There’s no good in your eyes anymore, and it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone, curse..."</title><description>“There’s no good in your eyes anymore, and it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone, curse the faces in the wheat, drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go, makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes, makes you want to wear the wool. It’s that need like nothing else, You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect, bitch and moan more than most about where you think your life will take you but you know that’s no sort of pretending. I guess it’s the things that I don’t say, we’re just pretending. There’s no good in your eyes anymore. Nothing is worse than doing nothing, I know, well, who’s hiding it? Who the hell is hiding it? But you can’t stay angry forever, and I know but you can’t stay angry forever, or so I’m told. But the house gets so quiet, sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with you, well, it’s always too personal, always too close to comment, they all mention how tired you look and you realize you haven’t said a word in hours, well, who’s hiding it, who the hell is hiding it? I guess it’s the things that I don’t say.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding&lt;/em&gt; by Pianos Become The Teeth (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://palevanity.tumblr.com/"&gt;palevanity&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/49022329788</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/49022329788</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 14:04:29 -0400</pubDate><category>favorite</category></item><item><title>"Always give others what you have and they don’t have, before you give yourself what you do not need."</title><description>“Always give others what you have and they don’t have, before you give yourself what you do not need.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zena’s Mother&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://analyticalmuslim.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;analyticalmuslim&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48938234943</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48938234943</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 13:14:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I try to laugh at whatever life brings. Because when I look down, I just miss all the good stuff,..."</title><description>“I try to laugh at whatever life brings. Because when I look down, I just miss all the good stuff, but when I look up, I just trip over things.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ani DiFranco (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://perfect.tumblr.com/"&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48889099298</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48889099298</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 19:56:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you..."</title><description>““Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels (via &lt;a href="http://vacants.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;vacants&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597695119</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597695119</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:34:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/69f616af097f8102a7e65fbcd2af2b3a/tumblr_mllxfwEnUN1so7cxuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597576210</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597576210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:31:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms."</title><description>“You will hear thunder and remember me,&lt;br/&gt;
and think: she wanted storms.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anna Akhmatova (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597480368</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597480368</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:29:23 -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;Marjorie Celona, from &lt;em&gt;”&lt;a href="http://thebronzemedal.tumblr.com/"&gt;Y.&lt;/a&gt;“ &lt;/em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://weaverofstars.tumblr.com/"&gt;weaverofstars&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597442229</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597442229</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:28:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>cuteys:

freespiritw0lf:

I will never not reblog this

holy...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a6e6dd0f5b0827e466bc591296e24ea2/tumblr_mkygu8qc5w1sne278o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatgabbie.com/post/48297798377/freespiritw0lf-i-will-never-not-reblog-this" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;cuteys&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://freespiritw0lf.tumblr.com/post/48252283594" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;freespiritw0lf&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never not reblog this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;holy shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597388828</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597388828</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:27:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I am jealous of your bedsheets— the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are..."</title><description>““I am jealous of your bedsheets— the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful and generous and kind, someone who makes all of this worth it. I can’t expect everyone to know you, and yet I wish they did. I wish they could. I see people honored with awards and galas and cash prizes, but have any of them ever kissed someone on the forehead and made them feel as though they are good enough just the way they are? I hope so. There should be an award for that.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thought Catalog, I Want To Run Away With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/i-want-to-run-away-with-you/"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fabulousbitch69.tumblr.com/"&gt;fabulousbitch69&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597264761</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597264761</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:24:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"In my flowery dreams there’s always you. I do not regret it one bit."</title><description>““In my flowery dreams there’s always you. I do not regret it one bit.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alfred De Musset, Complete Writing (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fakeville.tumblr.com/"&gt;fakeville&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597256376</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597256376</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:23:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"After all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain."</title><description>“After all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via &lt;a href="http://blue-voids.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;blue-voids&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597248735</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597248735</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:23:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Make me into anything, but just love me."</title><description>“Make me into anything, but just love me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://durianseeds.tumblr.com/"&gt;durianseeds&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597220837</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597220837</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:23:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Tell me what it’s like,
to forget someone you’ve loved.
Every time I try,
I just remember better…
as..."</title><description>“Tell me what it’s like,&lt;br/&gt;
to forget someone you’ve loved.&lt;br/&gt;
Every time I try,&lt;br/&gt;
I just remember better…&lt;br/&gt;
as if forgetting is&lt;br/&gt;
another way to undress you,&lt;br/&gt;
another way to lay you down&lt;br/&gt;
and lose myself in you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://arcanja.tumblr.com/"&gt;arcanja&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597217863</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597217863</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:22:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell."</title><description>“Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Virginia Woolf, &lt;em&gt;The Waves&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a href="http://sadsapling.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;sadsapling&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597196941</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597196941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:22:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it..."</title><description>“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Edgar Allan Poe (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://eroticasa.tumblr.com/"&gt;eroticasa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597188293</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597188293</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:22:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my..."</title><description>“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hermann Hesse   (via &lt;a href="http://fabulousbitch69.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;fabulousbitch69&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597142276</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597142276</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:21:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of..."</title><description>“I have to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Audre Lorde (via &lt;a href="http://cuddleology.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;cuddleology&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597030045</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48597030045</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 02:18:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."</title><description>“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Faulkner (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://erraticintrovert.tumblr.com/"&gt;erraticintrovert&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48569647795</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48569647795</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 20:01:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by..."</title><description>““The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I always identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you’ve seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Burns (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rabbitinthemoon.tumblr.com/"&gt;rabbitinthemoon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48569289000</link><guid>http://xyzenith.tumblr.com/post/48569289000</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 19:57:16 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
