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</description><title>a string of thoughts</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @astringofthoughts)</generator><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a..."</title><description>“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to &lt;i&gt;be.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Albert Camus (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://astronotica.tumblr.com/"&gt;astronotica&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/51011781372</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/51011781372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 16:33:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>explodingdog:

the comfort of a warm night.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f1db3ddf0d4166d6de9a9a87f6d83b61/tumblr_mn3mrzzSIc1qzs63fo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://explodingdog.tumblr.com/post/50905380851/the-comfort-of-a-warm-night"&gt;explodingdog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the comfort of a warm night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50909225395</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50909225395</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 10:51:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>tardisity:

The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tardisity.tumblr.com/post/50813732668"&gt;tardisity&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realest shit ever then you can get right on outta town.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50909155286</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50909155286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 10:50:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors..."</title><description>““Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://oh-girl-among-the-roses.tumblr.com/"&gt;oh-girl-among-the-roses&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50871125863</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50871125863</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 21:32:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own...."</title><description>“We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alan Watts (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://samsaranmusing.tumblr.com/"&gt;samsaranmusing&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50782999243</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50782999243</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 23:22:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f88105ab2c6d9cf600dac75c5fc7f099/tumblr_mm1fwalfIp1r2lohvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50662448176</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50662448176</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 13:37:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so..."</title><description>“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles de Lint, &lt;em&gt;Memory and Dream&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://larmoyante.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50627394647</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50627394647</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 23:14:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"There’s nothing in the world that loves you
more than the space you already take up.



There’s..."</title><description>““There’s nothing in the world that loves you&lt;br/&gt;
more than the space you already take up.&lt;br/&gt;



There’s nothing in the world that won’t&lt;br/&gt;
forget you faster than you forgot&lt;br/&gt;
the last person that stepped out from your life.&lt;br/&gt;
When the cat reaches up&lt;br/&gt;
one needled paw to drag down a book&lt;br/&gt;
from your desk, then another,&lt;br/&gt;
that’s not love—that’s dominance.&lt;br/&gt;
When you reach up your hand and try to wheedle&lt;br/&gt;
someone else’s to hold it, that’s love&lt;br/&gt;
dominating you. There’s no word for loving more&lt;br/&gt;
than you should, just the feeling of excess,&lt;br/&gt;
as if your tongue burst in a rash of red sequins,&lt;br/&gt;
as if everyone can see your stutter in the air,&lt;br/&gt;
staccato love you, love you, and nothing in the world&lt;br/&gt;
standing in that space to receive it.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Love Poem for What It Is,” Rebecca Hazelton  (via &lt;a href="http://unecrepuscule.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;unecrepuscule&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50512834881</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50512834881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 15:28:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The passion for the absurd can grow only in a man who has exhausted everything, yet is still capable..."</title><description>“The passion for the absurd can grow only in a man who has exhausted everything, yet is still capable of undergoing awesome transfigurations. For one who has lost everything there is nothing left in life except the passion for the absurd.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Emil Cioran, &lt;em&gt;On the Heights of Despair&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://emilcioran.tumblr.com/"&gt;emilcioran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50436122838</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50436122838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 15:20:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>seasicksailors:

old sportold sportold sportold sportold sportold sportold sport
a poem by jay...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://seasicksailors.tumblr.com/post/50143588915/old-sport-old-sport-old-sport-old-sport-old-sport"&gt;seasicksailors&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old sport&lt;br/&gt;old &lt;br/&gt;sport&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a poem by jay gatsby&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50435744209</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50435744209</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 15:14:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sluttyoliveoil:

*OD’s on chill pills*
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sluttyoliveoil.tumblr.com/post/50305412828/ods-on-chill-pills"&gt;sluttyoliveoil&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*OD’s on chill pills*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50312594235</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50312594235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 22:32:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I was interested in everything and committed to nothing."</title><description>“I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lin, Shantaram (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sadexistences.tumblr.com/"&gt;sadexistences&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50121119299</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50121119299</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 19:15:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>explodingdog:

I used to think I could save the world.
More...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e8be7994b683b7a916bd4f5b19a23198/tumblr_mml0rmiMLn1qzs63fo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://explodingdog.tumblr.com/post/50084682414/i-used-to-think-i-could-save-the-world-more" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;explodingdog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/"&gt;I used to think I could save the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;More Explodingdog at &lt;a href="http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/"&gt;The Daily Dot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/"&gt;http://www.dailydot.com/comics/exploding-dog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50091098843</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50091098843</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 10:53:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq11zwYC0v1qjeepdo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50054711522</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50054711522</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 21:13:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2dc574ad5e9844eee4692d3be92db8d7/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fae502f7fbd4d4cdfec4c06b1b929a06/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo2_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f31277698d35659520740ee60e8bec7d/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo3_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0bbbb93d6fb6d9365f25bd0b4c8880f2/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo4_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f69e2cd07fec9448ae39e79096300fe2/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo5_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/33e22cc8580dafa742afe6515b24e205/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo6_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/42f980bbb0610b8f5a6f85db5aa15a44/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo7_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0c417466470173b325f9c3c74e262511/tumblr_mmjk6lAQwu1qfphhuo8_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.nl/2013/05/depression-part-two.html"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50054647025</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/50054647025</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 21:13:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/88b3d204ffc426d57a6b038b7a1cd151/tumblr_mlqkaceUlN1qb5i1uo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49971565824</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49971565824</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 20:08:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>likeacloudofstarlings:

Yes, please.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/20658c540eee750a01d3f22647a689e1/tumblr_mi7vmcCL5v1qk5rmoo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://likeacloudofstarlings.tumblr.com/post/49966533420/yes-please" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;likeacloudofstarlings&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49971540855</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49971540855</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 20:07:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Throw everything away, forget about it all! You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying..."</title><description>“Throw everything away, forget about it all! You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying too hard… Relax a little bit, give life a chance to flow its own way, unassisted by your mind and effort. Stop directing the river’s flow.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mooji  (via &lt;a href="http://unconditionedconsciousness.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;unconditionedconsciousness&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49907365822</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49907365822</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 23:05:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My government teacher drew oklahoma</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d68f98134f75a3e3ba86219e7252f9c6/tumblr_mmgh9eKCax1qe9aheo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My government teacher drew oklahoma&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49898962380</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49898962380</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 21:24:50 -0400</pubDate><category>oklahoma</category><category>or a whistle</category></item><item><title>"The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once..."</title><description>“The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most wind up in parentheses.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Irving, &lt;em&gt;The Cider House Rules&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://larmoyante.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49892735327</link><guid>http://astringofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/49892735327</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 20:09:01 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
