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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 have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.

- John Steinbeck</description><title>transient me</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @deannamilkie)</generator><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their..."</title><description>“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/52204496864</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/52204496864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 02:33:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;His rage began to thin as he exaggerated more and more and spread his scorn and contempt so...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;His rage began to thin as he exaggerated more and more and spread his scorn and contempt so widely and unjustly that he could no longer believe in it himself. If that were true what are you here for? It&amp;#8217;s not true and you know it. Look at all the good ones. Look at all the fine ones. He could not bear to be unjust. He hated injustice as he hated cruelty and he lay in his rage that blinded his mind until gradually the anger died down and the red, black, blinding, killing anger was all gone and his mind now as quiet, empty-calm and sharp, cold-seeing as a man is after he has had sexual intercourse with a woman that he does not love.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/52204241492</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/52204241492</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 02:28:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his."</title><description>“The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/49417275219</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/49417275219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 00:25:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/15774d1c8545864c93e8bbc7dcb2d75b/tumblr_mjqnvjUvZ21rnqouso1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46652575423</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46652575423</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 02:03:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to..."</title><description>“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46477261541</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46477261541</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 23:05:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/eb5b33b07e4a6e5699912b47a994c0fc/tumblr_mka4jpGQr91qk3yumo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46402860856</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/46402860856</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 01:35:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"She had no place in his life now."</title><description>“She had no place in his life now.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/45527638868</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/45527638868</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 17:21:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9618d4bc0e3d836a93f1b93c85a98552/tumblr_mibo4pxlL01qbj4g7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/43234369238</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/43234369238</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2013 11:50:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings..."</title><description>“And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I ever wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;My Lost City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/42404779394</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/42404779394</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 22:31:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/1cf634ae99fdaf3517361fb1e5e152f6/tumblr_mhg7pm6cL11qk4k8mo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/42332580000</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/42332580000</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2013 23:29:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"She leaned over him and kissed his hungry lips goodbye, and faded back into her own mystery."</title><description>“She leaned over him and kissed his hungry lips goodbye, and faded back into her own mystery.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald,&lt;em&gt; One Interne&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/40266003070</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/40266003070</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 13:20:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9e3d80bea7b0b05ff7bb23317f5777dd/tumblr_mgdomc6lIF1qhfc85o1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0ab9984099e4095c86b9c9420bf08788/tumblr_mgdomc6lIF1qhfc85o2_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/40265912835</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/40265912835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 13:18:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mamjk64LA81qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/39510977576</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/39510977576</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 18:17:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Johnny </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1c41cf624d74d8e486edd909e5567189/tumblr_mfv3pw9y0r1qbj4g7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnny &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/39241636270</link><guid>http://deannamilkie.tumblr.com/post/39241636270</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 16:01:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Love After Love</title><description>&lt;div class="post_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The time will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;when, with elation,&lt;br/&gt;you will greet yourself arriving&lt;br/&gt;at your own door, in your own mirror,&lt;br/&gt;and each will smile at the other’s welcome,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and say, sit here. Eat.&lt;br/&gt;You will love again the stranger who was your self.&lt;br/&gt;Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart&lt;br/&gt;to itself, to the stranger who has loved you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;all your life, whom you ignored&lt;br/&gt;for another, who knows you by heart.&lt;br/&gt;Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the photographs, the desperate notes,&lt;br/&gt;peel your own image from the mirror.&lt;br/&gt;Sit. Feast on your life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Derek Walcott&lt;/p&gt;

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