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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>Letizia 16</description><title>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @tanlita)</generator><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lub1cn5aGc1qjx5gso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12480020611</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12480020611</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:12:34 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I mean, I don’t know how the world broke. And I don’t know if there’s a God who can help us fix it...."</title><description>“I mean, I don’t know how the world broke. And I don’t know if there’s a God who can help us fix it. But the fact that the world is broken - I absolutely believe that. Just look around us. Every minute - every single second - there are a million things you could be thinking about. A million things you could be worrying about. Our world - don’t you just feel we’re becoming more fragmented? I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces - they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it would mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rachel Cohn, Nick &amp; Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via &lt;a href="http://danseurs.tumblr.com/"&gt;danseurs&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12479995059</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12479995059</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:12:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loyfkkpjw41qhsjrfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12479916920</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/12479916920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:10:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment..."</title><description>“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a href="http://2lions.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;2lions&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11980909495</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11980909495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:36:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>emmafatty:

people and the arc. (by parker severns)
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltn3kzDZg91r1gvqzo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmafatty.tumblr.com/post/11919313005/people-and-the-arc-by-parker-severns"&gt;emmafatty&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;people and the arc. (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sun-king-love/5574732561/in/faves-youhavecoldhands/"&gt;parker severns&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957268477</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957268477</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:14:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that..."</title><description>“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://c0mets.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;c0mets&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957210110</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957210110</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:12:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>17inferi:

paper dreams (by Anna Inghardt) </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltnuivCf1m1qf4z1qo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://17inferi.tumblr.com/post/11942103840/paper-dreams-by-anna-inghardt" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;17inferi&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;paper dreams (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26605933@N06/5299715053/"&gt;Anna Inghardt&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957108303</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11957108303</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:09:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the..."</title><description>“It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Chbosky, &lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://nuaira.tumblr.com/"&gt;nuaira&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956865500</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956865500</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:01:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>hellanne:

(by Timothy Ariel)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltosmeJeVl1qb5t88o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellanne.tumblr.com/post/11956703995" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;hellanne&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;(by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33128797@N03/4430105436/"&gt;Timothy Ariel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956837374</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956837374</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:00:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>hellanne:

City Lights (by Rowena R)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltoso81RQ81qb5t88o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellanne.tumblr.com/post/11956738474" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;hellanne&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;City Lights (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rowenar/4977852358/in/photostream/"&gt;Rowena R&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956825435</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956825435</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:00:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."</title><description>“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://contineo.tumblr.com/"&gt;contineo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956773075</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956773075</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:58:54 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>hellanne:

SLOW CLUB (by Theo Gosselin)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltmyh8AdTn1qb5t88o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellanne.tumblr.com/post/11915113641" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;hellanne&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;SLOW CLUB (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46799990@N04/6261580633/in/photostream/"&gt;Theo Gosselin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956682339</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11956682339</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:55:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to..."</title><description>“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Lennon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://black-wolves.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;black-wolves&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11947846279</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11947846279</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 08:56:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>wereallcunts:

{explored} by Where the sky never falls on...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltmfkv39wZ1qmd7wjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wereallcunts.tumblr.com/post/11905390726/explored-by-where-the-sky-never-falls-on-flickr"&gt;wereallcunts&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;{explored} by Where the sky never falls on Flickr. - Butterfly Cry on We Heart It. &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16139389"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16139389"&gt;http://weheartit.com/entry/16139389&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906178786</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906178786</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:02:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>bromi0s:

219 / 365 by Noukka Signe on Flickr.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltkr14h9og1qggs6ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bromi0s.tumblr.com/post/11864642955/219-365-by-noukka-signe-on-flickr"&gt;bromi0s&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="219 / 365" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/velvettears/4693477051/"&gt;219 / 365&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/velvettears/"&gt;Noukka Signe&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906174923</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906174923</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:02:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I told myself, “All I want is a normal life”. But was that true? I wasn’t so sure. Because there was..."</title><description>“I told myself, “All I want is a normal life”. But was that true? I wasn’t so sure. Because there was a part of me that enjoyed hating school, and the drama of not going, the potential consequences whatever they were. I was intrigued by the unknown. I was even slightly thrilled that my mother was such a mess. Had I become addicted to crisis? I traced my finger along the windowsill. “Want something normal, want something normal, want something normal,” I told myself.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Augusten Burroughs (via &lt;a href="http://troubled.tumblr.com/"&gt;troubled&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906171619</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906171619</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:02:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>day488:

.06 (by hildagrahnat)
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltk26ozZN01qd3my0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://day488.tumblr.com/post/11855192105/06-by-hildagrahnat"&gt;day488&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;.06 (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hildagrahnat/6233917566/in/photostream"&gt;hildagrahnat&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906005581</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906005581</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 08:53:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltizuwfL1s1r13a09o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906001710</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11906001710</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 08:53:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We sat in the car 
&amp; the night dropped 
down until the 
only sounds were 
the crickets &amp;..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;We sat in the car &lt;br/&gt;
&amp; the night dropped &lt;br/&gt;
down until the &lt;br/&gt;
only sounds were &lt;br/&gt;
the crickets &amp; &lt;br/&gt;
the dance of our voices &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp; for a moment &lt;br/&gt;
the world became &lt;br/&gt;
small enough to &lt;br/&gt;
roll back &amp; forth &lt;br/&gt;
between us.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Brian Andreas (via &lt;a href="http://arreter.tumblr.com/"&gt;arreter&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11905998473</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11905998473</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 08:53:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltevby3l7V1qbk0rto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11905933638</link><guid>http://tanlita.tumblr.com/post/11905933638</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 08:49:29 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
