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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>An entry a day to track where the heart goes</description><title>Life. keep(s) on running.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thuong)</generator><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>http://thebillfold.com/2012/05/young-privileged-and-applying-for-food-stamps/#more</title><description>&lt;a href="http://thebillfold.com/2012/05/young-privileged-and-applying-for-food-stamps/#more"&gt;http://thebillfold.com/2012/05/young-privileged-and-applying-for-food-stamps/#more&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/24081037184</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/24081037184</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 13:45:31 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Stability/ Instability</title><description>&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#8217;s jealous of my quirk to balancing instabilities so seemingly carefreely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I&amp;#8217;m jealous of the stability and security he always finds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He wants my excitement of living day to day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want his securement of living year to year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#8217;s jealous of my instability.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m jealous of his stability:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ability to find stability in his life. my situations. his future. my thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/23989270416</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/23989270416</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 02:20:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2zm7iV4k11qc52sjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/22951361513</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/22951361513</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 21:35:11 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn&amp;#8217;t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren&amp;#8217;t contracts and presents are promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and you eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;use tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to leave you flowers.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And you learn that you really can endure; You really are strong, you really do have worth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And you learn, and you learn. With every goodbye you learn.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/22311584598</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/22311584598</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 00:47:48 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s not the broken dreams that break us, it’s the ones we didn’t dare to dream."</title><description>“It’s not the broken dreams that break us, it’s the ones we didn’t dare to dream.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Will Schuester (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://the-laughing-stock.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the-laughing-stock&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/21487377351</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/21487377351</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 02:02:17 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>our bodies don&amp;#8217;t automatically fit perfectly inside each others like his did with mines.
We...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;our bodies don&amp;#8217;t automatically fit perfectly inside each others like his did with mines.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We ease into one another, but it isn&amp;#8217;t a click.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;instead, your body is like a cavern that shields me from the cold with arms that protect me in comfort any time, any place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I thought you would not be much to me, since currently, time is my biggest fee. But i&amp;#8217;m beginning to see that you may just have everything for me. It does not take a fool to tell, you treat me way too well.  But in the past, I have fell, and this is not the time to go through hell.  Well, man, what are you doing to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice&amp;#8221; - Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20957634541</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20957634541</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 02:50:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Life Without Sex: The Third Phase of the Asexuality Movement</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2012/04/life-without-sex-the-third-phase-of-the-asexuality-movement/254880/"&gt;Life Without Sex: The Third Phase of the Asexuality Movement&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;At its most basic, asexuality is defined by an absence of sexual attraction. Some asexual people are in romantic relationships, others aren’t. Some are outgoing, others are shy. Some are sexually active for the sake of their partners or social pressure, some have never so much as kissed another person. Some think sex is disgusting, some are indifferent, and some think it’s great for other people but have no wish to “go there” themselves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But what all asexual people have in common — and what defines asexuality as an orientation — is that, while they may have a desire to connect with other people, asexuals have no desire to connect with them sexually.  Asexual people are not the same as celibate people: it’s not that they are purposefully or unintentionally abstaining from sex they would otherwise like to have, but rather that they have no interest in it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sex has become so fused with our sense of self that we can’t even imagine how it might be any different. This is why asexuality is compelling, because it does imagine how it could be different.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And imagining how it could be different is something that has the potential to benefit us all. If we stop defining our significant relationships only as those that are romantic or sexual, being single will take on a whole new meaning. If we broaden our emotional focus from the person we share bodily fluids with to the sum of our friendships, acquaintances, and colleagues, our communities will grow stronger. If we stop treating penetrative sex as the be all and end all of physical intimacy, we will experience greater heights of pleasure. And if we can accept that although sex can be ecstatic and affirming and fulfilling, it is not all those things to all people all of the time, we will relieve it of some of its cultural baggage.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20459534843</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20459534843</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 02:12:34 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I remember when you said you loved me without knowing how, or when, or from where you loved me so...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I remember when you said you loved me without knowing how, or when, or from where you loved me so straightforwardly, unreasonably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So then, doesn&amp;#8217;t that mean you&amp;#8217;d also give up on us so straightforwardly, unreasonably, without knowing how, or when, or from where?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20403049567</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20403049567</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 03:55:25 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A Thank You to Real Friends</title><description>&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/a-thank-you-to-real-friends/"&gt;A Thank You to Real Friends&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;For whatever reason, the stars align, and you’re able to be with someone for whom words are not enough. Your friendship — your love — is contained in gestures, in unspoken inside jokes, in discrete looks that say everything, in hugs, and in tear-inducing laughter. You’re reminded of everything that a friend truly is, and the ease with which you can share everything and catch up, with which you can make each other laugh and fundamentally &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; is almost unsettling. What have you been missing out on? Have you forgotten that, at one point in your life, you only made time for the people with whom you shared absolutely everything? That the idea of making brittle social engagements with people you know out of necessity would be absurd? It’s as though you’ve forgotten what a friend itself really is, how wonderful it feels, and how affirming it can be of all that we love about life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we don’t thank our friends enough — for being there, for loving us, for being able to exist in the sidelines because of distance or schedules but come back into our lives with full force when the opportunity arrives. Our real friends, whose love and humor can lie dormant for stretches but doesn’t simply die, often go unappreciated. We owe them so much, and they are such a huge part of who we are, but we can often forget that as we construct our own lives. And we’ll surely make new friends as we grow — and are done stumbling into adulthood and everything that comes with it — but they won’t be a replacement, and we shouldn’t forget that. We owe it to ourselves to thank the people who have been there for us, and who remind us that we’ll always be worth more than just a handshake and an empty “we should grab a coffee soon.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20202279297</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/20202279297</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 19:02:30 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>hypna:

Shadows and Light Painting by Rashad Alakbarov
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0rvcsSPJF1qh1283o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hypna.net/post/19541981328/shadows-and-light-painting-by-rashad-alakbarov" target="_blank"&gt;hypna&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadows and Light Painting by Rashad Alakbarov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19560270376</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19560270376</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 21:45:49 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"As you know, I’m not good at goodbyes but I guess that’s what this is, a real one this time, cause..."</title><description>“As you know, I’m not good at goodbyes but I guess that’s what this is, a real one this time, cause as much as I thought I wanted us to be together, I guess what I want more is to be one of those people who lives every moment of his life without indecision and without regrets, someone who dares to disturb the universe without a thought to the consequences, and you’re not one of those people, at least not yet. Maybe you’ll prove me wrong about that one day, hope you do, but who knows? Maybe people can’t change. Maybe we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again, no matter how hard we try. I always hope for a happy ending, how crazy is that?! Take care of yourself.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wordsthat-speak.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wordsthat-speak&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19497226855</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19497226855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:03:05 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like..."</title><description>“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lostinthesounds.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;lostinthesounds&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19497032126</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19497032126</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 21:58:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I can&amp;#8217;t give solutions to all of life&amp;#8217;s problems, doubts,or fears. But I can listen to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t give solutions to all of life&amp;#8217;s problems, doubts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;search for answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t change your past with all it&amp;#8217;s heartache and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can only support you, encourage you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;and help you when you ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t prevent you from falling away from friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;from your values, from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;room to be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;and put them back in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t tell you who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;- my favorite buddhist bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19366286434</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19366286434</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 16:05:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So..."</title><description>“At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day- those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eletheowl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19340453627</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19340453627</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 04:26:35 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>we were like sisters once</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the best friend who i used to sleep over with in high school, gossiping like little girls, just had a baby. not too sure how to feel&amp;#8230; how much have we grown. her from a fledgling to a mother in a flash of an eye&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229316903</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229316903</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 01:38:26 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Infatuation is when you find somebody who is absolutely perfect. Love is when you realize that they..."</title><description>“Infatuation is when you find somebody who is absolutely perfect. Love is when you realize that they aren’t and it doesn’t matter.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wordsthat-speak.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wordsthat-speak&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229170115</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229170115</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 01:29:23 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>the-absolute-best-posts:

leilockheart:
By Sarah...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepwixIVhL1qaobbko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.1000notes.com/post/19222058596" target="_blank"&gt;the-absolute-best-posts&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://leilockheart.tumblr.com/post/2986588792/by-sarah-pancake" target="_blank"&gt;leilockheart&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong class="username"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahsusername/" id="yui_3_3_0_1_1296241031930660" target="_blank"&gt;Sarah Pancake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Submitted by &lt;a href="http://truongicity.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;truongicity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="gone"&gt;&lt;a href="http://you-will-love-this-blog-on-your-dashboard.ishowedyou.com" target="_blank"&gt;Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229163136</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19229163136</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 01:28:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnqukrV19Z1qa9fb5o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19112873845</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19112873845</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 03:56:02 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Set your alarm for 6am. Don't groan when it goes off and pull the covers over your head, get up and start your day. Put on a baggy top and running shorts. Go downstairs and pour yourself a nice big glass of ice water. Cut up some fruit and mix it in with yogurt. Add some granola. Now go outside. Stretch for 10 minutes. Skip for 5 minutes. Jog for 10 minutes. Run for 10 minutes. Walk back. Lay out a towel on the ground and lie down on it. Do 50 crunches. Yes, they hurt, but they are 100% worth it. When you're done, get in the shower. Use a nice smelling shampoo and matching conditioner. Shave your legs and wash your body. Exfoliate your face. Get out of the shower and let your hair air dry. Look in the mirror. Do you like what you see? If you do, good for you. Do this every day and you will continue to love yourself. If you don't like what you see, do this every day and pretty soon you will. Being lazy might feel good at the time, but being active feels better in the long run. How badly do you want it?</title><link>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19112518855</link><guid>http://thuong.tumblr.com/post/19112518855</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 03:37:05 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>What if I fall and hurt myself,Would you know how to fix me?What...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19015179990/tumblr_lvlq3cXWc91qa0ih0&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What if I fall and hurt myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would you know how to fix me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;What if went and lost myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would you know where to find me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;If I forgot who I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Would you please remind me?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://philomele.tumblr.com/post/14152952216/hazy-rosi-golan-ft-william-fitzsimmons" target="_blank"&gt;philomele&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazy - Rosi Golan ft. William Fitzsimmons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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