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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>If you dared me to punch you I’d probably do it.</description><title>A million billion trillion stars</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ketseleh)</generator><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kqiwaEHE1qgvdf9o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kqiwaEHE1qgvdf9o2_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50955804958</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50955804958</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 21:54:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>things:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1. I&amp;#8217;m home and I feel super motivated, although it&amp;#8217;s too early to tell what this motivation will entail! We&amp;#8217;ll see!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. I saw Gatsby this weekend, ended up loving it, Leo played an incredibly endearing Gatsby, A- rating from me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. I want more fashion in my life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. I want more music in my life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. Kissing Ryan has become a religious experience, like somehow we just decided to get really really good at it, amen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;:3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50954997110</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50954997110</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 21:44:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My blog is boring now cuz I&amp;#8217;m happy and in love and blogs are so much more interesting when...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My blog is boring now cuz I&amp;#8217;m happy and in love and blogs are so much more interesting when there&amp;#8217;s stuff to complain about, am i right or am i right?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50908956668</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50908956668</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 10:46:08 -0400</pubDate><category>I DONT CARE</category></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m sitting in Ryan&amp;#8217;s basement doing some homework and listening to the Joanna Newsom...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sitting in Ryan&amp;#8217;s basement doing some homework and listening to the Joanna Newsom vinyl that I bought him over winter break, and waiting for him to get home from school and I am so exceptionally content right now. I guess it&amp;#8217;s weird to rate our visits but I feel like this one is the best one yet. Prom was wonderful and the rest of the weekend followed suit and I&amp;#8217;m so relaxed because school is almost over and I don&amp;#8217;t have to wonder when the next time I&amp;#8217;ll see him is because it&amp;#8217;s almost summer and I&amp;#8217;ll get to see him lots! He&amp;#8217;s just such a perfect person for me, I couldn&amp;#8217;t really ask for more.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50907971683</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50907971683</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 10:25:40 -0400</pubDate><category>sappy</category></item><item><title>Prom is tomorrow! I get to see Ryan all weekend!! I get kisses!!! Everything is right with the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Prom is tomorrow! I get to see Ryan all weekend!! I get kisses!!! Everything is right with the world!!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50610279332</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50610279332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 19:26:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>There are times when I wish I could live in some remote town in the French countryside, in a little...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There are times when I wish I could live in some remote town in the French countryside, in a little two-room house with a laundry line hanging from the window and a cobblestone path leading from my door to wherever I want to go. And the sea would be a short walk away and I would know everybody in town and I&amp;#8217;d buy groceries fresh from a street vendor or something. I could sleep in until noon and spend the nights walking down ancient lit-up streets. It would be a simple and gentle existence and I&amp;#8217;d probably be really happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then sometimes I think about where I&amp;#8217;m going to live next year: in Philadelphia which is a calmer version of NYC. The streets are bustling with people, but it&amp;#8217;s not half as claustrophobic as any other city. And it&amp;#8217;s still dirty but clean enough that you don&amp;#8217;t &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;dirty after being there for a while. And I&amp;#8217;ll get the chance to live (semi)on my own and be responsible for feeding myself and keeping my dorm clean and not getting mugged more than once. And in my head I get dressed up and sing in smoky jazz clubs late at night and go to sleep as late as I want. And then wake up and drink boatloads of coffee and go to class and try try try my best to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m gonna try really hard to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50457632938</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50457632938</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 20:17:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling."</title><description>“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Gertrude Stein (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://annie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50380463872</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50380463872</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 20:15:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>fitzandizzyspells:

Falling Garden installation by Gerda Steiner...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b09248a0c1a5521a2bf9de91804426f1/tumblr_mk6kynjaS91qiv63po1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9aed8a89408ace19a3af527fea4f58af/tumblr_mk6kynjaS91qiv63po2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/cddb6db673ba7de93551087e37ab3dab/tumblr_mk6kynjaS91qiv63po3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fitzandizzyspells.tumblr.com/post/50358493438/falling-garden-installation-by-gerda-steiner-and" target="_blank"&gt;fitzandizzyspells&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Falling Garden installation by &lt;a href="http://www.yellowtrace.com.au/2010/03/17/falling-garden-gerda-steiner-jorg-lenzlinger/" target="_blank"&gt;Gerda Steiner and Jorg Lenzlinger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50369352457</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50369352457</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 17:49:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvkdbaFQQi1r74qrso1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50368717812</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50368717812</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 17:40:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/14890e35abbd8de890381755855ce200/tumblr_mm2hg33Fyv1rzao2xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50310772740</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50310772740</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 22:10:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I love Animal Collective! Hot diggity
Happy mother&amp;#8217;s day, I&amp;#8217;m happy and I hope you are...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I love Animal Collective! Hot diggity&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Happy mother&amp;#8217;s day, I&amp;#8217;m happy and I hope you are too and I hope you give your mom a big kiss and then go listen to AnCo&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50289519502</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50289519502</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 17:26:54 -0400</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. Sometimes 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" target="_blank"&gt;Kelsey Danielle&lt;/a&gt;, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://pale-afternoon.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;pale-afternoon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50273220139</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50273220139</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 13:55:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>girl gimme dat gelatinous booty</title><description>&lt;p&gt;girl gimme dat gelatinous booty&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50214701778</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50214701778</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 21:58:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bec0194aeb2374fbd65da4212245ce83/tumblr_mlcsbgPw0D1s0gmoso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b38dc89cc4d0a9e62d705ef33ea84cda/tumblr_mlcsbgPw0D1s0gmoso2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50138274422</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50138274422</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 23:22:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>mfjr:

rikako nagashima
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/bf6d97ef719ebb3660c5213d58036eac/tumblr_mmm2fid0sh1rqc6hco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mfjr.tumblr.com/post/50131616771" target="_blank"&gt;mfjr&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;rikako nagashima&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50136449007</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50136449007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 22:56:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>…and i kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where i...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9cd0a247906cc7f5d491fb3551288d89/tumblr_mmm2b8EwQl1r2tblao2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;…and i kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where i wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50131432561</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50131432561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 21:47:32 -0400</pubDate><category>ahem</category></item><item><title>two things i've become consciously aware of:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1. all of the food that goes into my body daily. regrettably, not the healthiest. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. time. how much of it i&amp;#8217;m forced to spend doing stuff i don&amp;#8217;t wanna do, how long it takes me to get from a to b, how much of it i can afford to spend doing certain things, how much of it there is or how little depending on my mood. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve been micromanaging to an unhealthy degree i think&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50128549927</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50128549927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 21:06:15 -0400</pubDate><category>blabbity bla</category></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe class="spotify_audio_player" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A5IHiX99uzPBDfN2MLHT3Mh&amp;view=coverart" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" width="500" height="580"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50123982845</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50123982845</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 19:57:48 -0400</pubDate><category>jam</category><category>dirty projectors</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyx3lfdWtV1rn2fvxo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50035941723</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/50035941723</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 17:06:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>There are things I want to post about but at the risk of being a lil tmi I&amp;#8217;m gonna refrain
(it...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There are things I want to post about but at the risk of being a lil tmi I&amp;#8217;m gonna refrain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(it is very hard to do because usually i wouldnt care about tmi stuff but i don&amp;#8217;t want to make people uncomfy so in my head these thoughts will stay!)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/49969571964</link><guid>http://ketseleh.tumblr.com/post/49969571964</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 19:42:31 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
