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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>I am in love with the English language
and with human beings.

 
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</description><title>it was my destiny to love and say goodbye</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @oysterbunnies)</generator><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/7d99377482a4a23c90f01c087b07fbf5/tumblr_ml655fWN991qcvkaxo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51105769166</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51105769166</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 19:37:00 -0400</pubDate><category>John Green</category><category>The Fault in Our Stars</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude..."</title><description>“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Painted Drum by Louise Erdich&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thechocolatebrigade.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thechocolatebrigade&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51043509322</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51043509322</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 23:14:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I..."</title><description>“I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me, I needed to see her again, I couldn’t explain my need to myself, and that’s why it was such a beautiful need, there’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer,&lt;em&gt; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://vanished.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;vanished&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51009250605</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51009250605</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 16:00:03 -0400</pubDate><category>Jonathan Safran Foer</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"It was a moment I’d always imagined being lived out in slow motion. The world would slow to a speed..."</title><description>“It was a moment I’d always imagined being lived out in slow motion. The world would slow to a speed measurable only in heartbeats. Our eyes would meet, hers framed by a shy smile and mine lost in a daydream. Ours hands would brush as we passed, hairs bristled and nerves tender. We would both look back, but not at the same time. But we would each know that the other had looked.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Greg Forrester, “The Second Floor” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51008452912</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/51008452912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:49:03 -0400</pubDate><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>aseaofquotes:

— Pablo Neruda
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c420ec8a2ebe6e5f69479f6cdca54967/tumblr_mi2kvarz5M1r46fnpo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.aseaofquotes.com/post/43000603987/pablo-neruda" target="_blank"&gt;aseaofquotes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— Pablo Neruda&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50947358036</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50947358036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 20:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Pablo Neruda</category><category>poetry</category><category>poetic memory</category><category>it was my destiny to love and say goodbye</category></item><item><title>goodbyes, transience, endings.  the greatest despairs of my heart.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;goodbyes, transience, endings.  the greatest despairs of my heart.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50946652769</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50946652769</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 20:00:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.

You have actually waltzed..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;You have not danced so badly, my dear,&lt;br/&gt;
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,&lt;br/&gt;
O my sweet,&lt;br/&gt;
Oh my sweet, crushed angel.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hafiz (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://faulknerandfieldnotes.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;faulknerandfieldnotes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50945838368</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50945838368</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 19:50:02 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poetic memory</category><category>this.. poem...</category></item><item><title>"‘If you are fretting over how to tell me you are leaving —’
‘I am fretting,’ I said, ‘over how to..."</title><description>““‘If you are fretting over how to tell me you are leaving —’&lt;br/&gt;
‘I am fretting,’ I said, ‘over how to tell you I love you.’””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tipping The Velvet, by Sarah Waters (via minhwagi)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50881679186</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50881679186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 23:47:50 -0400</pubDate><category>ugh..</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest..."</title><description>“Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Gregory Galloway (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://boatsofquotes.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;boatsofquotes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50792295630</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50792295630</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:45:47 -0400</pubDate><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,
turned off my bed,
got..."</title><description>“I walked up the door,&lt;br/&gt;
shut the stairs,&lt;br/&gt;
said my shoes,&lt;br/&gt;
took off my prayers,&lt;br/&gt;
turned off my bed,&lt;br/&gt;
got into the light,&lt;br/&gt;
    all because&lt;br/&gt;
you kissed me goodnight.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Natalie Dorsch, “Just Because” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/" target="_blank"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50791299682</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50791299682</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:27:42 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"There are times in life
where a single brush of skin
can change everything."</title><description>“There are times in life&lt;br/&gt;
where a single brush of skin&lt;br/&gt;
can change everything.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rainydaysandblankets.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rainydaysandblankets&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50679898951</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50679898951</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 18:10:42 -0400</pubDate><category>sdfgsdfga</category><category>poetry</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep."</title><description>“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kurt Vonnegut, &lt;em&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://faulknerandfieldnotes.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;faulknerandfieldnotes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50679143898</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50679143898</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 18:00:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetic memory</category><category>Kurt Vonnegut</category></item><item><title>"I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity."</title><description>“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wasanyoneever.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wasanyoneever&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50599091615</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50599091615</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:51:38 -0400</pubDate><category>F. Scott Fitzgerald</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"The world manifests poetically."</title><description>“The world manifests poetically.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Friedrich Ulfers, &lt;em&gt;Texts &amp; Ideas: Antiquity &amp; The 19th Century Lecture,&lt;/em&gt; November 19, 2012 (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commovente.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;commovente&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50598694189</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50598694189</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:46:07 -0400</pubDate><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>"It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?"</title><description>““It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;L.M. Montgomery, &lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ablogwithaview.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ablogwithaview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50598202381</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50598202381</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:39:17 -0400</pubDate><category>oh yes.  yes yes.</category><category>poetic memory</category></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_50174425589" src="http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50174425589/audio_player_iframe/oysterbunnies/tumblr_mhjn1z74Gx1qd9azt?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Foysterbunnies%2F50174425589%2Ftumblr_mhjn1z74Gx1qd9azt" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50174425589</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/50174425589</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 12:20:15 -0400</pubDate><category>music</category></item><item><title>I fell in love with you like the way I failed the AP Chem Exam:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dims-my-shine.tumblr.com/post/49807356809/i-fell-in-love-with-you-like-the-way-i-failed-the-ap" target="_blank"&gt;dims-my-shine&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;slowly, and then &lt;strike&gt;by the time I hit the free response&lt;/strike&gt; all at once.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49833482655</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49833482655</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 00:17:19 -0400</pubDate><category>BLESS YOU AP CHEM TAG</category><category>MOST ACCURATE DEPICTION OF MY LIFE</category></item><item><title>other-wordly:

pronunciation | mO-nO nO a-wa-rAJapanese script |...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbf869rLXN1r6nm6ao1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://other-wordly.tumblr.com/post/32964194249/mono-no-aware" target="_blank"&gt;other-wordly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;pronunciation | &lt;a href="http://other-wordly.tumblr.com/pronunciation" target="_blank"&gt;mO-nO nO a-wa-rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Japanese script | 物の哀れ&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49820476021</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49820476021</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 21:34:01 -0400</pubDate><category>pocket dictionary</category></item><item><title>izzetheking:

Name: sad
Age: sad
occupation: sad
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://izzetheking.tumblr.com/post/48101239869/name-sad-age-sad-occupation-sad" target="_blank"&gt;izzetheking&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Name: sad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Age: sad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;occupation: sad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49631931145</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49631931145</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 19:20:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Frank O`Hara</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sochirealty.tumblr.com/post/38621955335/frankoharapoetry" target="_blank"&gt;sochirealty&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I am quietly waiting for&lt;br/&gt;the catastrophe of my personality&lt;br/&gt;to seem beautiful again,&lt;br/&gt;and interesting, and modern.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The country is grey and&lt;br/&gt;brown and white in trees,&lt;br/&gt;snows and skies of laughter&lt;br/&gt;always diminishing, less funny&lt;br/&gt;not just darker, not just grey.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It may be the coldest day of&lt;br/&gt;the year, what does he think of&lt;br/&gt;that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,&lt;br/&gt;perhaps I am myself again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49562868168</link><guid>http://oysterbunnies.tumblr.com/post/49562868168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 23:05:45 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
