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“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”                - Dr. Suess</description><title>It's all write here.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @theseblackkeys)</generator><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>And there it is. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh man. It&amp;#8217;s hitting me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Separation anxiety is a bitch. Also, my life is a joke. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50627633766</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50627633766</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 22:17:32 -0500</pubDate><category>personal</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/550dac483bcbbb99a3967f34727d95a9/tumblr_mlhdhbMn0D1red6qwo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50627518055</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50627518055</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 22:15:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7xi5fnNPC1qgdfcno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50587374269</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50587374269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 12:43:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9884bfeb0ce9d42779ca69ff117b2455/tumblr_mmvi1e7ZhY1rynk4uo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/39ef76c67d545528dc114590faa65b22/tumblr_mmvi1e7ZhY1rynk4uo2_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50587180399</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50587180399</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 12:39:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpttmgBgWc1r0z2tgo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50575545183</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50575545183</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 08:37:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9e43bbeb1aa78e55f13ece165a82775a/tumblr_mjyyncwapu1s8yth2o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50575515471</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50575515471</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 08:36:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."</title><description>“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50502991273</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50502991273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 11:33:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling..."</title><description>“He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jake Christie, &lt;em&gt;Small Stories&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://letusbeinfinite.tumblr.com/"&gt;letusbeinfinite&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50494583040</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50494583040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 08:29:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6g6jcGiDj1qavzqjo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50478814956</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50478814956</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:17:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>jebiwonkenobi:

When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://jebiwonkenobi.tumblr.com/post/50327294010/when-i-was-little-i-thought-being-an-adult-meant"&gt;jebiwonkenobi&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50478794183</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50478794183</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:17:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/91c0546f72a38caaf88520f62d72283f/tumblr_mklnarKAk41qkhwxvo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50472021684</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50472021684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 22:21:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f6867a137c1bc7c5ee8618fb58e031cc/tumblr_mjj5ekK9TX1rr6og1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50472007763</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50472007763</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 22:21:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1zahu0UcQ1qd4q01o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50360646068</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50360646068</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 14:54:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that..."</title><description>“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hugh Laurie (via &lt;a href="http://letusbeinfinite.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;letusbeinfinite&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50360614198</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50360614198</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 14:53:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/380df14fa1f21dd3c6b107addd15d67c/tumblr_mmgltwJ6iv1rg67r0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50075951146</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/50075951146</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 02:17:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e48c8fd22a86c2d1db63230b5e81c750/tumblr_mhz1rrwwMx1rov3cio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49947531349</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49947531349</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 13:44:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through."</title><description>“Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Mayer   (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lemnisc8.tumblr.com/"&gt;lemnisc8&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49947521738</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49947521738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 13:44:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-EQ4LbtqTLQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49937870071</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49937870071</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 10:42:53 -0500</pubDate><category>song of the day</category></item><item><title>lumos5000:

theshirelock:

if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lumos5000.tumblr.com/post/49650259331/theshirelock-if-artistic-people-are-forced-to"&gt;lumos5000&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theshirelock.tumblr.com/post/48238345002/if-artistic-people-are-forced-to-take-years-of"&gt;theshirelock&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why don’t sciencey people have to take art and music classes&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;someone found a real life plot hole&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49937554798</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49937554798</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 10:36:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the..."</title><description>““When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for?””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;John Green; &lt;em&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hulloimpaige.tumblr.com/"&gt;hulloimpaige&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49903979181</link><guid>http://theseblackkeys.tumblr.com/post/49903979181</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 21:23:43 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
