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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>warm and vunerable</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @dumpling-san)</generator><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"A sigh isn’t just a sigh. We inhale the world and breathe out meaning. While we can. While we can."</title><description>“A sigh isn’t just a sigh. We inhale the world and breathe out meaning. While we can. While we can.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Salman Rushdie,&lt;em&gt; The Moor’s Last Sigh&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/"&gt;violentwavesofemotion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53404323001</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53404323001</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:53:27 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Don’t observe yourself too closely. Don’t be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you;..."</title><description>“Don’t observe yourself too closely. Don’t be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke, from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautywelove.blogspot.gr/search/label/Rainer%20Maria%20Rilke"&gt;Letters To A Young Poet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/"&gt;violentwavesofemotion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53404300232</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53404300232</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:53:07 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Failure is everywhere. It’s just that most of the time we’d rather avoid confronting that fact."</title><description>“Failure is everywhere. It’s just that most of the time we’d rather avoid confronting that fact.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Oliver Burkeman, &lt;em&gt;Happiness Is a Glass Half Empty&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53401784511</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53401784511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:16:50 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>likeafieldmouse:

Nicholas Ballesteros
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0aa4f762322ef0cf3864f2e91ebdf7f9/tumblr_moo3covcaR1qe31lco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://likeafieldmouse.com/post/53401535151/nicholas-ballesteros"&gt;likeafieldmouse&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nicholasballesteros/"&gt;Nicholas Ballesteros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53401754301</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53401754301</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:16:23 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"I don’t get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say."</title><description>“I don’t get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Meg Rosoff, &lt;em&gt;How I Live Now&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400677090</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400677090</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:00:32 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence."</title><description>“Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haruki Murakami, &lt;em&gt;Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400390373</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400390373</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:56:14 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"The present is always unsettled, no one has had time to contemplate it in tranquillity … . I was a..."</title><description>““The present is always unsettled, no one has had time to contemplate it in tranquillity … . I was a painter before I was a writer … and a painter never wants the subject right under his nose; he wants to stand back and study a landscape with half-closed eyes.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4911/the-art-of-fiction-no-14-isak-dinesen"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Isak Dinesen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theparisreview.tumblr.com/"&gt;theparisreview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400357078</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400357078</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:55:44 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"For people who can’t let go of received ideas of what constitutes good writing, reading this novel..."</title><description>“For people who can’t let go of received ideas of what constitutes good writing, reading this novel will be a nightmare, but they will also miss the point: the language is part of Lin’s ongoing question of what is “speech” and what is “writing,” what is sobriety and what is intoxication, and what is digital and what is real.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/06/18/the-gpistolary-novel-tao-lin-s-taipei.html"&gt;Emily Witt&lt;/a&gt;, nailing it. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://emilygould.tumblr.com/"&gt;emilygould&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400311953</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400311953</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:55:04 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>likeafieldmouse:

Uta Barth - In Passing (1995-7)
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f844f6db3fc6c855d17381e3babb1d0b/tumblr_mgqff4sdtk1qe31lco1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/11ef873df6b56d6137a6d015b93c6040/tumblr_mgqff4sdtk1qe31lco2_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/813c62a5ff57792546f3bd8292ca55e1/tumblr_mgqff4sdtk1qe31lco4_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://likeafieldmouse.tumblr.com/post/40695822431/uta-barth-in-passing-1995-7"&gt;likeafieldmouse&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks?aid=2678"&gt;Uta Barth&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;In Passing&lt;/em&gt; (1995-7)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400272431</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400272431</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:54:30 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."</title><description>“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, &lt;em&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400248417</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400248417</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:54:08 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But..."</title><description>“We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anthony Marra, &lt;em&gt;A Constellation of Vital Phenomena&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lunaoki.tumblr.com/"&gt;lunaoki&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400194349</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400194349</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:53:20 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to..."</title><description>“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor &amp; Park&lt;/strong&gt;, Rainbow Rowell (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://onlytheilluminatisurvive.tumblr.com/"&gt;onlytheilluminatisurvive&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400139128</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53400139128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:52:30 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work."</title><description>“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;James Frey, &lt;em&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53399832854</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53399832854</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:47:55 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful."</title><description>“To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Janet Fitch, &lt;em&gt;White Oleander&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53399822810</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53399822810</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:47:45 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"in life
one is always
balancing

like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers

or one..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;in life&lt;br/&gt;
one is always&lt;br/&gt;
balancing&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;like we juggle our mothers&lt;br/&gt;
against our fathers&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;or one teacher&lt;br/&gt;
against another&lt;br/&gt;
(only to balance our grade average) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3 grains of salt&lt;br/&gt;
to one ounce truth&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;our sweet black essence&lt;br/&gt;
or the funky honkies down the street&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and lately i’ve begun wondering&lt;br/&gt;
if you’re trying to tell me something&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;we used to talk all night&lt;br/&gt;
and do things alone together&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and i’ve begun&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(as a reaction to a feeling) &lt;br/&gt;
to balance&lt;br/&gt;
the pleasure of loneliness&lt;br/&gt;
against the pain&lt;br/&gt;
of loving you.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nikki Giovanni, “Balances” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53376551327</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53376551327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:13:49 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think."</title><description>“Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Albert Einstein (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lonehands.tumblr.com/"&gt;lonehands&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53374929007</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53374929007</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:50:09 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing,..."</title><description>““Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and you watch and you work: you don’t give up.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anne Lamott  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://likeafieldmouse.com/"&gt;likeafieldmouse&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53374910587</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53374910587</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:49:53 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"This is all we need. Couple of smokes, a cup of coffee and a little bit of conversation. You and me..."</title><description>“This is all we need. Couple of smokes, a cup of coffee and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ethan Hawke in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinema-fanatic.com/2010/10/10/movie-quote-of-the-day-reality-bites-1994-dir-ben-stiller/"&gt;Reality Bites (1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53372259932</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53372259932</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:10:19 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"I left you because I knew I could never change you. You would stand in the room so still sometimes,..."</title><description>“I left you because I knew I could never change you. You would stand in the room so still sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Ondaatje, &lt;em&gt;The English Patient&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53370296303</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53370296303</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:40:12 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created."</title><description>“Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Yoko Ono, 1977 (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lonehands.tumblr.com/"&gt;lonehands&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53370277767</link><guid>http://dumpling-san.tumblr.com/post/53370277767</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:39:54 -0700</pubDate><dc:creator>28-mm</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>
