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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>carefree</description><title>halcyon</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @abirabdulrahim)</generator><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5119f05ba421b18949a69aa2134c8b6c/tumblr_mmz0g13jDY1rtrz6uo1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50985163988</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50985163988</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:26:49 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0152e44666b4e71b3eeccbfc3d079f9e/tumblr_mjayobV1uc1rkumwbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of whom they are, and sometimes because of whom they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes in spite of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Love Whisperer&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984768557</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984768557</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:16:07 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4ea65050fa41204146f091016aedc3c3/tumblr_mm4j94rmTG1qzak7uo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it. A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and you will always look lovely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984745456</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984745456</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:15:29 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ah9rVMb71qc499go1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984696717</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984696717</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:14:09 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/250e1981ec627502bda4e38d6405dd65/tumblr_miahtsdoKm1rlyb1xo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days of stiff necks and no sleep and sore muscles. People will be cruel. Food will go bad. You will feel like the world is out to get you. Everything will start to frustrate you, the news will make you sad. Winter will creep up on you and you will find yourself alone and burrowing yourself in your schoolwork to try to keep the loneliness at bay. But then spring arrives. Something big blooms in your chest. Sparrows sing to you and the air suddenly is clearer. You fall in love. You will grow a garden. Good things will start to come to you, beautiful people will find you. Remember those good things when the days get cold and the nights get long. Remember that you deserve to feel good. That you deserve to have good people and good food and a safe place to come home to. Remember that bad moods pass and that all bad days end. And that no matter where you are or how lonely you get, somebody out there is looking for you and is waiting for you to find them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and give them your love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Excerpt from “letter to my future daughter” by Esperanza Friel&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984692932</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984692932</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:14:03 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c6f67e44a04ed9cecaa712b5963bd059/tumblr_mmxoxtKLRP1qcztuto1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984664889</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984664889</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:13:17 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/dbbde618dcd21c98137a2637a89c7f97/tumblr_mmfv8zy3Al1qcr58zo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; That’s where I’ll be waiting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984660042</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984660042</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:13:09 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6a229f32342900682320dcacfacb83a4/tumblr_mi6532TgLI1rx69lno1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984618114</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984618114</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:12:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/11cf50b352dd4f8c9ed688efa99d62dd/tumblr_mmjrtkj7aX1rpe0jco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because we don’t have to say anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984612879</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984612879</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:11:51 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bafd1d637f9dd3f2d79edccfa2266c54/tumblr_mn3j96B2wP1qahj27o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984557239</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984557239</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:10:20 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a7e8bb5176a30999d44c2c08263d3207/tumblr_mmvpl9LTPi1qfaioqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. It doesn’t matter whether someone is a relative, romantic interest, employer, childhood friend, or a new acquaintance — you don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. It’s one thing if a person owns up to their behavior and makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they need to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Daniell Koepke&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984551917</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984551917</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:10:11 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>AA</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md7i9rsnjs1rvlag0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;AA&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984511439</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984511439</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:09:04 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b996e99a073fa48a0c31e79b3f885db9/tumblr_mk6v5tEf5r1r3prxko1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Katie McGarry&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984504134</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984504134</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:08:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8cf610f5f88a16d8d6ea4570664f11f8/tumblr_mgva18ENjK1rmsxblo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984486375</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984486375</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:08:23 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes dreams change, either because they have to or because...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0b805d8e1e7a2f03d63dec069acfdc68/tumblr_mmwsd4rL0j1qf8em3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes dreams change, either because they have to or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because life has something else in mind for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Niven&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984483185</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984483185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:08:18 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/abc6844f5f14b73c6ba8320513347d03/tumblr_mn02xuiSG91s8zk6to1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984455354</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984455354</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:07:32 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes you wish you never met certain people, then you grow...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/35e598402c9b60f8b99f51be64c0e9bd/tumblr_mmqzsp2YeS1sqpz78o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you wish you never met certain people, then you grow and realize that they were a gift in disguise and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contributed to making you the person you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Omar Suleiman&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984442180</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984442180</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:07:12 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I have failed in relationships before. The person that I loved...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meblm7gnVC1rmsi9bo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have failed in relationships before. The person that I loved sort of loved some idea of me that was three shades off of who I was and made me feel really lonely. The idea of a perfect person - there is no perfect person for you. You know it’s all about how you come to (accept) them. I keep saying like you know the first honeymoon stage of love is all compulsion and after that it’s choice. And the choice to stay with someone; the choice to love who they really are and not some idea of them - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those are important and hard choices to make.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zoe Kazan&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984428032</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984428032</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:06:48 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Yet how strange is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/93ac759d06c44b1501d1b505bba157dc/tumblr_mmpe23wu7U1qk108fo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet how strange is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is so similar to life as music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yukio Mishima&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984410723</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984410723</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:06:20 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Writing a poem is like having an affair, a one-night stand; a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/786ecb8bb66c4c1258c45aba3166d4f1/tumblr_mmuldtZJ581rpe0jco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writing a poem is like having an affair, a one-night stand; a short story is a romance, a relationship; a novel is a marriage—one has to be cunning, devise compromises, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and make sacrifices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amos Oz&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984395847</link><guid>http://abirabdulrahim.tumblr.com/post/50984395847</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:05:55 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
