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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>水のように</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ghostremors)</generator><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"There are no new things to tell about human beings, only new ways of telling them"</title><description>“There are no new things to tell about human beings, only new ways of telling them”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Banville (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://iwilltellastory.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;iwilltellastory&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53300606118</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53300606118</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 04:21:52 +0800</pubDate><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>"Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand."</title><description>“Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Banville (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://air-and-angels.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;air-and-angels&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53296999988</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53296999988</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 03:33:00 +0800</pubDate><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ce5189d752285701eeea871bc81bf278/tumblr_mofupzk0oz1s03004o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53038293446</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/53038293446</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:07:14 +0800</pubDate><category>oniisama e</category><category>orihara kaoru</category></item><item><title>"You started out 
as a curious traveler inside the 
turbulent blood-source
 of my body.
 You..."</title><description>“You started out &lt;br/&gt;
as a curious traveler inside the &lt;br/&gt;
turbulent blood-source&lt;br/&gt;
 of my body.&lt;br/&gt;
 You inhabited the first vein.&lt;br/&gt;
 You moved on to the main&lt;br/&gt;
 heart artery.&lt;br/&gt;
 Then you became&lt;br/&gt;
 my very own &lt;br/&gt;
blood.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frida Kahlo,&lt;/strong&gt; The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: &lt;em&gt;An Intimate Self-Portrait&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wingspan.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wingspan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52804894690</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52804894690</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 02:39:50 +0800</pubDate><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>asaka-rei:

Oniisama e…, episode 12: “The Scar”
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d762a268fb17cc716ea5aef616a55373/tumblr_mo59084pCQ1qzdpr4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://asaka-rei.tumblr.com/post/52572531553/oniisama-e-episode-12-the-scar" target="_blank"&gt;asaka-rei&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oniisama e…&lt;/em&gt;, episode 12: “The Scar”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52790671069</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52790671069</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 22:37:34 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>ileftmyheartintokyo:

つぶらな瞳 by kAz_55 on Flickr.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/683ddd2185ad0c8bf9aef14eb2a025e3/tumblr_mo52unqs2O1qegcl7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ileftmyheartintokyo.tumblr.com/post/52562723562/by-kaz-55-on-flickr" target="_blank"&gt;ileftmyheartintokyo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaz_55/4673256470/" title="つぶらな瞳" target="_blank"&gt;つぶらな瞳&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaz_55/" target="_blank"&gt;kAz_55&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52785420012</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52785420012</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:32:10 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my..."</title><description>“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://inatt.tumblr.com/post/42681530350/my-real-self-wanders-elsewhere-far-away-wanders" target="_blank"&gt;inatt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52717833749</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52717833749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 01:09:34 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Why must one talk? Often one shouldn’t talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the..."</title><description>“Why must one talk? Often one shouldn’t talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jean-Luc Godard,&lt;em&gt; La Nouvelle Vague&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://coffeeinteapots.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;coffeeinteapots&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52565981337</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52565981337</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 03:31:28 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1e73c0b3f79f2d728dab51dfe8734cb3/tumblr_mnsv7rnJiC1reev4so1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52395271552</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52395271552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 02:44:18 +0800</pubDate><category>asaka rei</category></item><item><title>"When you start to think of the arts as not this thing that is going to get you somewhere in terms of..."</title><description>“When you start to think of the arts as not this thing that is going to get you somewhere in terms of becoming an artist or becoming famous or whatever it is that people do, but rather a way of making being in the world not just bearable, but fascinating, then it starts to get interesting again.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=187079888" target="_blank"&gt;Lynda Barry&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://tumblr.austinkleon.com/tagged/lynda+barry" target="_blank"&gt;hero&lt;/a&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://crashinglybeautiful.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;crashinglybeautiful&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52388240558</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52388240558</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:50:12 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good."</title><description>“Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sputnik Sweetheart (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://harukimurakami.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;harukimurakami&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52388020443</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52388020443</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 00:46:32 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>fuckyeahtxtposts:

whenever i am out somewhere there is a 99% chance i am thinking about going home...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fuckyeahtxtposts.tumblr.com/post/52212837934/whenever-i-am-out-somewhere-there-is-a-99-chance" target="_blank"&gt;fuckyeahtxtposts&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;whenever i am out somewhere there is a 99% chance i am thinking about going home and sleeping&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52224465838</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52224465838</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 23:38:17 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>litverve:

“Words bother me. I think it is why I am a poet.  I keep trying to force myself to speak...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://litverve.tumblr.com/post/52005569339/words-bother-me-i-think-it-is-why-i-am-a-poet-i" target="_blank"&gt;litverve&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Words bother me. I think it is why I am a poet.  I keep trying to force myself to speak of the things that remain mute inside.  My poems only come when I have almost lost the ability to utter a word.  To speak, in a way, of the unspeakable. To make an object out of the chaos … To say what?  A final cry into the void.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Anne Sexton&lt;/strong&gt;, from a letter to Dennis Farrell, August 2, 1963&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52116021684</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52116021684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 12:09:14 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words."</title><description>“She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Virginia Woolf, from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/virginia_woolf/voyage_out/16/" target="_blank"&gt;The Voyage Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;violentwavesofemotion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52104491996</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52104491996</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 09:39:12 +0800</pubDate><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>darksilenceinsuburbia:

Georgine Ingold. Self-portrait Nº 30,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/cd24370ff398276e84aa4a14149a8cc9/tumblr_mntsc9YCGT1qarjnpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://darksilenceinsuburbia.tumblr.com/post/52103999616/georgine-ingold-self-portrait-n-30-2011-oil-on" target="_blank"&gt;darksilenceinsuburbia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindysolomon.com/artists/index.php?artist=Georgine%20Ingold" target="_blank"&gt;Georgine Ingold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Self-portrait Nº 30, 2011. Oil on cotton, 27 1/8 x 15 3/4”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52104396581</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/52104396581</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 09:37:59 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"How I hate ignorance! Caliban’s ignorance, my ignorance, the world’s ignorance! Oh, I could learn..."</title><description>“How I hate ignorance! Caliban’s ignorance, my ignorance, the world’s ignorance! Oh, I could learn and learn and learn and learn. I could cry, I want to learn so much.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Fowles, &lt;em&gt;The Collector&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://distantheartbeats.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;distantheartbeats&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51819150599</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51819150599</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 02:54:32 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and..."</title><description>“Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate.&lt;br/&gt;
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love.&lt;br/&gt;
There is only silence.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Leaves,&lt;/em&gt; Mark Z. Danielewski. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://the-library-and-step-on-it.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the-library-and-step-on-it&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51730025846</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51730025846</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 00:03:43 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/df63d7e6c2197d1c6abdfc1826808816/tumblr_mnkrz26btY1qibxp4o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/abad71cd245a198662812230cb30da79/tumblr_mnkrz26btY1qibxp4o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5558bdbdb418dafa3e42551f48fbc82e/tumblr_mnkrz26btY1qibxp4o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/25cc0bb8bc6e460759562c8be46d9f31/tumblr_mnkrz26btY1qibxp4o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51662824751</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51662824751</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 04:00:20 +0800</pubDate><category>cats i want to hug</category></item><item><title>"To take things easy, not to fight against the ebb and flow of life, but to give way to it—that was..."</title><description>“To take things easy, not to fight against the ebb and flow of life, but to give way to it—that was what was needed. It was this tension that was all wrong. To live—to live! And the perfect morning, so fresh and fair, basking in the light, as though laughing at its own beauty, seemed to whisper, ‘Why not?’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Katherine Mansfield, from &lt;em&gt;“&lt;a href="http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/m/mansfield/katherine/garden/chapter1.html" target="_blank"&gt;At the Bay&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;violentwavesofemotion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51662758913</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51662758913</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 03:59:27 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be..."</title><description>““Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish: these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;C.S. Lewis (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://catachamadan.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;catachamadan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51630380430</link><guid>http://ghostremors.tumblr.com/post/51630380430</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2013 16:25:59 +0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
