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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>Hi there I’m Jamie.</description><title>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @whyaminotsleeping)</generator><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in..."</title><description>“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood   (via &lt;a href="http://anditslove.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;anditslove&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49913799674</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49913799674</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 21:41:38 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcb326yucv1qlict8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49744797071</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49744797071</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 19:48:53 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”&lt;br/&gt;
but what I’d really like to say is:&lt;br/&gt;
“My name means island of the ships but once&lt;br/&gt;
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-&lt;br/&gt;
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire&lt;br/&gt;
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ve learned that people don’t have time for &lt;i&gt;about me’s&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The doctors, they want facts not details.&lt;br/&gt;
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“&lt;br/&gt;
The right or the left?&lt;br/&gt;
Conversation over.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.&lt;br/&gt;
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The adults are a spew of questions.&lt;br/&gt;
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?&lt;br/&gt;
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?&lt;br/&gt;
No, stop.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;People my own age are the worst.&lt;br/&gt;
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”&lt;br/&gt;
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,&lt;br/&gt;
done it?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2&lt;br/&gt;
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,&lt;br/&gt;
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.&lt;br/&gt;
But what about me?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Where’s the chance to say,&lt;br/&gt;
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,&lt;br/&gt;
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down&lt;br/&gt;
so I can swim with the stars.&lt;br/&gt;
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.&lt;br/&gt;
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.&lt;br/&gt;
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,&lt;br/&gt;
each a story I’ll never know but sometimes &lt;br/&gt;
I create my own.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pigmenting.tumblr.com"&gt;Kelsey Danielle&lt;/a&gt;, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via &lt;a href="http://pigmenting.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;pigmenting&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49744657634</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49744657634</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 19:47:11 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I want to ask her who was on the phone so she’ll have to say his name but I already know who it was..."</title><description>“I want to ask her who was on the phone so she’ll have to say his name but I already know who it was and in the end I don’t really want to hear her say his name.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glamorama&lt;/em&gt;, Bret Easton Ellis (via &lt;a href="http://otesanek.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;otesanek&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49741732558</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49741732558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 19:12:30 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
Till she..."</title><description>“Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;&lt;br/&gt;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,&lt;br/&gt;
Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,&lt;br/&gt;
I must have you!””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/em&gt;, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via &lt;a href="http://otesanek.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;otesanek&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49739922634</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49739922634</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 18:51:12 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>
bemeans:

Each morning, like clockwork, they board the subway,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/45086b04b9bff8d5117dfea6f458cc81/tumblr_mlhnwyW45I1ro0qllo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bemeans.tumblr.com/post/48341356199/each-morning-like-clockwork-they-board-the"&gt;bemeans&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Each morning, like clockwork, they board the subway, off to begin their daily routine amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But these aren’t just any daily commuters. These are stray dogs who live in the outskirts of Moscow Russia and commute on the underground trains to and from the city centre in search of food scraps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then after a hard day scavenging and begging on the streets, they hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; back on the train and return to the suburbs where they spend the night.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Experts studying the dogs, who usually choose the quietest carriages at the front and back of the train, say they even work together to make sure they get off at the right stop – after learning to judge the length of time they need to spend on the train.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Scientists believe this phenomenon began after the Soviet Union collapsed in the 1990s, and Russia’s new capitalists moved industrial complexes from the city centre to the suburbs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dr Andrei Poiarkov, of the Moscow Ecology and Evolution Institute, said: “These complexes were used by homeless dogs as shelters, so the dogs had to move together with their houses. Because the best scavenging for food is in the city centre, the dogs had to learn how to travel on the subway – to get to the centre in the morning, then back home in the evening, just like people.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dr Poiarkov told how the dogs like to play during their daily commute. He said: “They jump on the train seconds before the doors shut, risking their tails getting jammed. They do it for fun. And sometimes they fall asleep and get off at the wrong stop.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The dogs have also amazingly learned to use traffic lights to cross the road safely, said Dr Poiarkov. And they use cunning tactics to obtain tasty morsels of shawarma, a kebab-like snack popular in Moscow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With children the dogs “play cute” by putting their heads on youngsters’ knees and staring pleadingly into their eyes to win sympathy – and scraps.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dr Poiarkov added: “Dogs are surprisingly good psychologists.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49725290751</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49725290751</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 15:46:52 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>thestarlighthotel:

Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/14bb0a9ca87ce879bbfa4559a09014ad/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2145760/Wonderland-Kirsty-Mitchell-heart-breakingly-beautiful-photographic-series-memory-extraordinary-life.html&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e99e982dbda3a95c85c439a307efca48/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno2_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/75ae94ebc8bb54c58d1733b7c7076cbd/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno4_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d59be488f640743a19c22576ba7cfa9d/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno5_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/16a2bac6d28b02e48df196bb51e19a51/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno8_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8c55c530e93bea4e1c999733153a9a48/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno6_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5b13f743c8526740f30f319ffedba643/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno9_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a3c3aff391ee64bc8925ca72ff3a7193/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno7_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1ba55457726c5351dcf2008021c195f5/tumblr_mm5vwxZgb41qf1gzno3_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thestarlighthotel.tumblr.com/post/49425856695/kirsty-mitchells-late-mother-maureen-was-an"&gt;thestarlighthotel&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created &lt;span&gt;Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2145760/Wonderland-Kirsty-Mitchell-heart-breakingly-beautiful-photographic-series-memory-extraordinary-life.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49599287008</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49599287008</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 08:49:06 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth."</title><description>“Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://quarter-century-life-crisis.tumblr.com/"&gt;quarter-century-life-crisis&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49596425635</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49596425635</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 08:07:05 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the..."</title><description>“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism   (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://renegadetongue.tumblr.com/"&gt;renegadetongue&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49418031563</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49418031563</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 21:38:34 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Eating is not a logical game. Eating is an emotional game, an intuitive and gut-led practice, an..."</title><description>“Eating is not a logical game. Eating is an emotional game, an intuitive and gut-led practice, an “I-can’t-explain-why-I-crave-tuna-right-now” (or brownies, or crackers). You cannot rationalize everything you eat. You cannot eat in a bubble. You cannot only eat when you are completely emotionally neutral. You cannot only eat things because they are “the best and healthiest foods”. Because that is disordered eating. That is where we ran into trouble before, because that is where we start striving for perfection where perfection doesn’t exist.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Caroline from thefuckitdiet.com (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://real-ed-recovery.tumblr.com/"&gt;real-ed-recovery&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49415067969</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49415067969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 20:49:26 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies..."</title><description>“Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Barbara Marciniak (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://universal-wanderer.tumblr.com/"&gt;universal-wanderer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49414355574</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49414355574</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 20:38:38 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and..."</title><description>“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;J.D. Salinger, &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://paradoxicalsentiments.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;paradoxicalsentiments&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49398108945</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49398108945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 17:14:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5bc3af8e43245dd28cf63f93e2fd4523/tumblr_mf7q0dSJF71qkgbe7o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9eab7980100062941e2cebac8ca41cd9/tumblr_mf7q0dSJF71qkgbe7o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49229666322</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49229666322</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 19:30:25 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>when you feel you have lost everything, you still have</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dearscience.tumblr.com/post/48703641158/when-you-feel-you-have-lost-everything-you-still-have"&gt;dearscience&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;books&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;unexpected kindness in strangers&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the rest of the world to travel&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;languages to learn&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;animals to take care of&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;volunteer work to do&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the power of a good night’s rest&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the changing of seasons&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;infinite things to learn&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;billions of people to meet and possibly love&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;billions of people who might love you back&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;





&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49219334483</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49219334483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:32:44 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead,..."</title><description>“Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living. You may not have ended up where you intended to go. But trust, for once, that you have ended up where you needed to be. Trust that you are in the right place at the right time. Trust that your life is enough. Trust that you are enough.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Daniell Koepke (via &lt;a href="http://pigmenting.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;pigmenting&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49068166423</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/49068166423</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 22:06:34 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sweetheart I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute."</title><description>“Sweetheart I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, March 1919&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://your-blue-mind.tumblr.com/"&gt;your-blue-mind&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48983347143</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48983347143</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 21:22:30 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable..."</title><description>“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arundhati Roy&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dearbuddha.tumblr.com/"&gt;dearbuddha&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48859728672</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48859728672</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 09:28:20 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"We live on a rotating planet. We grew up here, straight out of the warm Archeozoic seas where..."</title><description>“We live on a rotating planet. We grew up here, straight out of the warm Archeozoic seas where molecules first assembled into genes, and genes into species. For three billion years, life here has grown and adapted, passing from cell to cell innumerable times in unbroken descent, generation after generation. We and all other living things are the aggregate of all the changes made in that descent. All the while, we’ve felt the sky brighten and darken again and again while the planet relentlessly rotated: a trillion cycles of brightness and dark, of warmth and chill, never missing a beat, always felt deep in the chemical essence of what we are. We are well adapted to the pervasive monotony of sunrise and sunset, to the steady tone of a planet tirelessly spinning.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Arthur T. Winfree, The Timing of Biological Clocks (Scientific American Library, 1987)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48836233246</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48836233246</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:26:25 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How..."</title><description>““I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.&lt;br/&gt;
How free it is, you have no idea how free.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath, Ariel (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tahti.tumblr.com/"&gt;tahti&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48836065290</link><guid>http://whyaminotsleeping.tumblr.com/post/48836065290</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:22:58 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>birds-bones:

Hey! Did you know:
sex is okay
so is masturbation
watching porn won’t make you...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://birds-bones.tumblr.com/post/48502394668/hey-did-you-know-sex-is-okay-so-is"&gt;birds-bones&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hey! Did you know:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex is okay&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;so is masturbation&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;watching porn won’t make you impure&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;one night stands are okay too&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;having sex with multiple people doesn’t make you a slut&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;even 3-somes or group sex and orgies are a-okay&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sex with the same gender is alright&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;not having sex doesn’t make you a prude&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;your body your choice no matter your gender&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;shaming other people for who they have sex with, how much they have sex, and even their kinks make you NOT okay!&lt;/li&gt;
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