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</description><title>You soothe my soul, saturate me whole.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @yousoothemysoul)</generator><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out..."</title><description>“What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out of the window.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Burton Rascoe&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/51136125378</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/51136125378</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 00:55:30 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Sleep Killer</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Pillow marks on my face - &lt;br/&gt;pointed out so quickly and precisely that I wonder&lt;br/&gt;why you haven&amp;#8217;t stopped to rejoice in my&lt;br/&gt;successful sleep at all&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hour by hour, you murder my sleep&lt;br/&gt;infest and devote yourself to torturing me&lt;br/&gt;with nothing to go on but softened stares and&lt;br/&gt;indecent nuggies&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Peace&lt;br/&gt;I come and beg for peace&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50980466285</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50980466285</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 03:08:38 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>poetry</category><category>not poetry</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>I need to feed myself lies until this wears off.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I need to feed myself lies until this wears off.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50976269761</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50976269761</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 00:37:21 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"…for everything has a trace of the divine in it."</title><description>“…for everything has a trace of the divine in it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50975535844</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50975535844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 00:14:41 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"And the day came
When the risk it took
To remain tight and closed in the bud
Was more painful
Than..."</title><description>“And the day came&lt;br/&gt;
When the risk it took&lt;br/&gt;
To remain tight and closed in the bud&lt;br/&gt;
Was more painful&lt;br/&gt;
Than the risk it took bloom”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Element Of Freedom - Alicia Keys&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50975090869</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50975090869</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 00:01:00 -0700</pubDate><category>element of freedom</category><category>alicia keys</category></item><item><title>Pride</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Humility strikes you when your famous meatballs that you&amp;#8217;ve made time and time again end up a slosh of meat and a complete failure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh my gosh I put my identity in meatballs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I need to get a life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is no other identity I need than in Christ!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50955857469</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50955857469</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 18:55:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>sometimes we care</title><description>&lt;p&gt;and sometimes, we do not even call at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sometimes we change our minds.  in the places &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;so quick to say no?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;think again; i think you will find&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something.more..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t know why i want it so bad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;or why i don&amp;#8217;t want it. at. all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50854750023</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50854750023</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:54:45 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>poetry</category><category>not poetry</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Ohana means family.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a0a9762e783a8dddfc41d46f018b7376/tumblr_mn2d8triTe1qzbe3bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohana means family.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50850731927</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50850731927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:05:17 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s too soon to tell.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s too soon to tell.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50844291775</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50844291775</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:47:15 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>ofwgblake:

“There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/7e9d809f6311a4bd49edc5dbbb470bb3/tumblr_mmx7nu6b0o1qf3d7fo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ofwgblake.tumblr.com/post/50622969397/theres-a-lot-of-beauty-in-ordinary-things-isnt" target="_blank"&gt;ofwgblake&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;“There’s a lot of &lt;/span&gt;beauty&lt;span&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;ordinary&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;things&lt;span&gt;. Isn’t that the point?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50803909842</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50803909842</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 02:44:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A comforting truth.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;God knows.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50801888921</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50801888921</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 02:19:39 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>His sister said we were made for each other.
But not yet.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;His sister said we were made for each other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But not yet.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50801628668</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50801628668</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 02:15:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I cannot wait to tell you &amp;#8220;always&amp;#8221;.  Of course.  It wouldn&amp;#8217;t be any other way.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I cannot wait to tell you &amp;#8220;always&amp;#8221;.  Of course.  It wouldn&amp;#8217;t be any other way.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50800739775</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50800739775</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 02:02:52 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Incapable </title><description>&lt;p&gt;It took a tube of lipstick &lt;br/&gt;a palette of panoramic details&lt;br/&gt;and a billion of sighs that wouldn&amp;#8217;t budge&lt;br/&gt;to come to the point where Denny&amp;#8217;s billboards&lt;br/&gt;felt like hope and flailing arms into the right&lt;br/&gt;nook, the right cranny, during an honest moment&lt;br/&gt;wasn&amp;#8217;t doing the trick anymore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It took lackadaisical contemplation to realize&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll be waiting here a while&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;While I decompose and become&lt;br/&gt;landfill&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50800487771</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50800487771</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:58:00 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>not poetry</category><category>poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category></item><item><title>Two Inches
“I still find that two inches ago, they have...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/440c2436554f2ff0b2b840633a1a335c/tumblr_mn1eriYF9P1qzbe3bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two Inches&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I still find that two inches ago, &lt;br/&gt;they have never failed me time after time&lt;br/&gt;and I never differentiated the times when&lt;br/&gt;my chest actually failed me and when it&lt;br/&gt;was trying to tell me something&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(my spinal cord told me things&lt;br/&gt;worthy of acknowledging, where I positioned&lt;br/&gt;myself is where I loved myself, and it turns out&lt;br/&gt;I love myself buried under bronze cancerous arms)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two inches later, I think I get it.&lt;br/&gt;I’m lost without the asymmetry”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50799580799</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50799580799</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:40:30 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>poetry</category><category>not poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>me</category><category>a poem</category></item><item><title>I don&amp;#8217;t want to put on my pajamas because my clothes still smell like him.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t want to put on my pajamas because my clothes still smell like him.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50640655561</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50640655561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 01:04:27 -0700</pubDate><category>stupid girl</category></item><item><title>The Office Best Bloopers</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MDNYLhr4o7w?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Office Best Bloopers&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50594930019</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50594930019</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 12:50:32 -0700</pubDate><category>the office</category><category>gag reel</category><category>bloopers</category><category>steve carell</category></item><item><title>THE OFFICE IS ENDING</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have not been prepared for a day such as this.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50590703607</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50590703607</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 11:43:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Ironic</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been soaked in nothing but emptiness &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50563642227</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50563642227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 00:16:18 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>What She Did Wednesday Night</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I pulled a pop song and drove &lt;br/&gt;around my hometown late at night &lt;br/&gt;when no one was out and spent time &lt;br/&gt;passing through the streets &lt;br/&gt;overflowing with memories&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I pulled a pop song and wanted &lt;br/&gt;so badly to feel what I felt&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nostalgia on Magnolia Way&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50563602803</link><guid>http://yousoothemysoul.tumblr.com/post/50563602803</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 00:15:00 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>poetry</category><category>not poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category></item></channel></rss>
