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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></description><title>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @after5am)</generator><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m53wd9nNqB1qj7s2ho1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/24843984093</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/24843984093</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2012 18:48:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>writeinspace:


“If it weren’t for her, there would never have been a void, or the need to fill...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://writeinspace.tumblr.com/post/15808312522/if-it-werent-for-her-there-would-never-have"&gt;writeinspace&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“If it weren’t for her, there would never have been a void, or the need to fill it”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The History of Love&lt;/em&gt; by Nicole Krauss&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I’ve been wondering…can I reverse the effects of this truth? If I can get rid of “her”, will the void and the need to fill it be gone? It sounds quite paradoxical, but I don’t want this void, and I know the she won’t fill it. Can I just pretend she doesn’t exist? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What would you do?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538326212</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538326212</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:20:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>myngo:

My euphoric world hurts and
My pain killers are life killers in reality and
We are all dying...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://myngo.tumblr.com/post/16001883744/my-euphoric-world-hurts-and-my-pain-killers-are"&gt;myngo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;My euphoric world hurts and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My pain killers are life killers in reality and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are all dying anyways&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What is life with health without happiness&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Self destructive or self giving, selfish and selfless living&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538133996</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538133996</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:17:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the..."</title><description>“Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/strong&gt;, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alternative-god.tumblr.com/"&gt;alternative-god&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538129986</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538129986</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:17:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sweetlovetriangle:

Things doesen’t last forever , no matter how much we want them to . There are no...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetlovetriangle.tumblr.com/post/16053870307/things-doesent-last-forever-no-matter-how-much"&gt;sweetlovetriangle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Things doesen’t last forever , no matter how much we want them to . There are no happy love songs because relationships are such fragile things that can get broken so easy . It scares me that no matter how perfect everything is now , it won’t last forever . &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538126946</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538126946</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:17:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Taken for granted</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://strawberrytelle.tumblr.com/post/16057673966/taken-for-granted"&gt;strawberrytelle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I think being taken for granted by someone you love is perhaps the worst kind of emotional pain you can feel. You can be his best friend, his confidante and the person he misses the most and yet it means nothing when you’re in a room full of people. In a room full of strangers, you’re the least important no matter how hard you fucking try. You want to create a doorway between both of your lives, a passage that allows you both to feel included and wanted in the separate lives you lead in your day-to-day. You want him to know that as the day settles and the room empties, you know him better than most and love him more than any could. You want him to notice you. But that doesn’t happen. And then the pain hits.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538122624</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22538122624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:17:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for..."</title><description>“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Chuck Palahnuik (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://jessicca.tumblr.com/"&gt;jessicca&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537922154</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537922154</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:14:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sweetlovetriangle:

I write quite a lot of texts that I never send. I simply just shut them down and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetlovetriangle.tumblr.com/post/16225820300/i-write-quite-a-lot-of-texts-that-i-never-send-i"&gt;sweetlovetriangle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;quite a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="hps"&gt;texts&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span class="hps"&gt; I never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;send.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I simply just shut them down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; save them in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;drafts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I don’t really know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;why I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;perhaps I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;afraid that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I’ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;send&lt;/span&gt; it to &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wrong person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, because no matter how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hard I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;search among&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my contacts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there are still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no one who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;like to hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; nonsense &lt;span class="hps"&gt;at three o’clock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on a Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;simply don’t know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would be able to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537588097</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537588097</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:10:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sweetlovetriangle:

Dreams are broken as easily as the thinnest wine glass against the asphalt....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetlovetriangle.tumblr.com/post/16136932180/dreams-are-broken-as-easily-as-the-thinnest-wine"&gt;sweetlovetriangle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Dreams are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as easily as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the thinnest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wine glass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;against the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;asphalt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tend to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;connect the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;heart with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but losing your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;times a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;can be broken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;compare one kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pain with&lt;/span&gt; another kind of &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;without dreams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, we are like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;wing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;injured bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;wing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bird&lt;/span&gt; tied to the ground &lt;span class="hps"&gt;against his will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hope and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt;ting &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the ecocycle to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We are all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;something big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But as soon as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;injured or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are doomed to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it’s time to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;disappear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Extinct.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;It would&lt;/span&gt; inhuman &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to eradicate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an individual in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bit by bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wine glass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wine glass&lt;/span&gt; , and soon is a human &lt;span class="hps"&gt;destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537583868</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537583868</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:10:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Life is a single path of disasters , and difficulties are somewhat quite natural . Without them ,..."</title><description>“Life is a single path of disasters , and difficulties are somewhat quite natural . Without them , her survival tricks are wholly unnecessary , and death the only thing that remains . And if death means the chance for a new life or an escape from the society surrounding us , it begins to look really exciting .”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ma Jian (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetlovetriangle.tumblr.com/"&gt;sweetlovetriangle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537294804</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537294804</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dreamongood:

If you were mine, I’d make you the best cup of coffee you’ll ever taste every single...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreamongood.tumblr.com/post/16616501468/if-you-were-mine-id-make-you-the-best-cup-of"&gt;dreamongood&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br/&gt; I’d make you the best cup of coffee you’ll ever taste&lt;br/&gt; every single time.&lt;br/&gt; If you were mine,&lt;br/&gt; I’d shower you with kisses here and there&lt;br/&gt; every single night.&lt;br/&gt; If you were mine,&lt;br/&gt; I would try my best to bring sunshine &amp;amp; love&lt;br/&gt; into your life. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537292198</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537292198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>abstruseness:

I want happiness for a change. This sadness, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://abstruseness.tumblr.com/post/16619558602"&gt;abstruseness&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I want happiness for a change. This sadness, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I feel so exhausted even though I don’t do anything. Breathing is exhausting. Living is exhausting. Even laying down is exhausting. I can’t breathe and I feel so suffocated. I want some fresh hair. No, I need some fresh air. I feel like I’m at the tip of my breaking point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537289980</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537289980</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I don’t know how to hurt people. I don’t know how to be loved. I don’t know how to love. I am hurt,..."</title><description>“I don’t know how to hurt people. I don’t know how to be loved. I don’t know how to love. I am hurt, but I am strong. And I am perfect, perfectly alone.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Daul Kim, 081309 (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thesuperfangirl.tumblr.com/"&gt;thesuperfangirl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537286848</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537286848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Oh god it’s wonderful 
to get out of bed 
and drink too much coffee 
and smoke too many cigarettes..."</title><description>“Oh god it’s wonderful &lt;br/&gt;
to get out of bed &lt;br/&gt;
and drink too much coffee &lt;br/&gt;
and smoke too many cigarettes &lt;br/&gt;
and love you so much.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frank O’Hara (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bavarde.tumblr.com/"&gt;bavarde&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537284723</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537284723</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter."</title><description>“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Unknown (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://phuucked.tumblr.com/"&gt;phuucked&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537281424</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22537281424</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 16:05:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sweetlovetriangle:

The only thing I’m scared of is that you might have loved her more than you are...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sweetlovetriangle.tumblr.com/post/17034253553/the-only-thing-im-scared-of-is-that-you-might"&gt;sweetlovetriangle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only thing I’m scared of is that you might have loved her more than you are loving me . Jealousy is a funny thing . I never considered myself a jealous person but you’re bringing out traits in myself I never knew . The ways she had you , that makes me jealous . The way you hugged her , that makes me jealous . The way you loved and kissed her , that makes me jealous . I should have let you go , I should have stepped aside and maybe I’d be happier now . I live my life in constant fear of her , moment to moment knowing that each could be my last , that there is a possibility that you might hurt me once again . You’re still in love with her , some part of you will always be in love with her . I can’t compete with that .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535863345</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535863345</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:45:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Let me guess, You're sorry?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;Sorry for what? For leaving me hanging? for making me think that I was special? For coming into my life, make such a big impact on it, and expect me to just accept the fact that you walked away and made it look so easy? You’re sorry? Well you know what? Thank You. Thank you so much for showing me not everything in life is permanent. For opening my eyes and showing me what it means to love someone so much and get hurt just as much. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535857167</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535857167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:45:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Worst thing that could happen when you're in love:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://strawberrytelle.tumblr.com/post/17158786052/worst-thing-that-could-happen-when-youre-in-love"&gt;strawberrytelle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it’s when the person you love stops doing the things which made you fall in love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535854102</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535854102</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:45:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The main reason why I don't have conversations with most people.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nelielquiorra.tumblr.com/post/17212878039"&gt;nelielquiorra&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If someone doesn’t contact me first, the probability that I’ll talk to that someone is really low. I’m not interested in most people, may it be interest related to love or friendship. I only message those who I really fancy or are really important to me but even the times I do contact someone first are really rare. It’s nothing to be proud of and I should fix that habit but I don’t feel like talking to most people because it always seems like they don’t really care anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535851042</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535851042</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:45:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself and be nice to myself. I..."</title><description>“I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself and be nice to myself. I need to keep telling myself that I need to keep wanting something, something nice, something warm, more than just a fur coat because I can make other people happy. I can understand other people’s pain because I can love even after all that is left of me is gone because I have that strength.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Daul Kim (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sixrevolver.tumblr.com/"&gt;sixrevolver&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535843849</link><guid>http://after5am.tumblr.com/post/22535843849</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:45:15 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
