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&lt;p&gt;I’ve almost resorted to making up someone in my head. But I guess all the people I used to write about were somewhat a fiction of my imagination too. I can never get it right.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/320975670</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/320975670</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:50:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My mom is yelling at my dad, slamming doors shut, swearing left and right. I was getting upset and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My mom is yelling at my dad, slamming doors shut, swearing left and right. I was getting upset and then she just said “YOU’RE SO SHELLFISH”. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/313962485</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/313962485</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 23:20:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(via familiarexcuses)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvltsjMOIX1qzkxv6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://familiarexcuses.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;familiarexcuses&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/312405950</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/312405950</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:02:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I forgot to go to the liquor store today. I’m really regretting this. There’s one bottle...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I forgot to go to the liquor store today. I’m really regretting this. There’s one bottle of Smirnoff leftover from a party and I’m trying to figure out how to take it without anyone noticing. This is probably how I’m going to spend my entire night. I sound so pathetic but it’s been a year since I’ve had a drink and I’m going crazy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/310334560</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/310334560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 17:42:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to..."</title><description>“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anais Nin (via &lt;a href="http://www.hamandheroin.com/" target="_blank"&gt;hamandheroin&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://messier83.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;messier83&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://gracielalala.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;gracielalala&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/308751738</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/308751738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:44:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>When it comes to my family, giving Christmas presents is comparable to politics and beauty contests....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When it comes to my family, giving Christmas presents is comparable to politics and beauty contests. I wish I had the time to elaborate but I’m exhausted. Before I go, I’d like to warn all of you to not buy glittery ribbons. I am completely covered in stubborn gold and silver specks. And I’m pretty sure that I snorted some by accident. It feels like a disco in my head.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/294611471</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/294611471</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:17:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired."</title><description>“All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Diary by Chuck Palahniuk, Submitted by: &lt;a title="ana-kristine" href="http://ana-kristine.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;ana-kristine&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/280575326</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/280575326</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 14:36:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen..."</title><description>“There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/b&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://julie911.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;julie911&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/280480254</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/280480254</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 13:03:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My words come at night just as I’m about to fall into a warm slumber. It’s a constant...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My words come at night just as I’m about to fall into a warm slumber. It’s a constant battle between the desire to finally get some rest and the desire to finally write with inspiration. I guess it’s pretty evident that sleep has been winning a lot lately. Sorry, tumblr. I’m sure the insomnia will be back soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278562110</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278562110</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:33:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."</title><description>“You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Green (submitted by: Alanna)(via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278451729</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278451729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:03:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Language is always an abbreviation"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://anthonybergen.tumblr.com/post/277741188/language-is-always-an-abbreviation" target="_blank"&gt;anthonybergen&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A writer continually struggles for clarity against the language he’s using, or, more accurately, against the common usage of that language.  He doesn’t see language with the readability and clarity of something printed out.  He sees it, rather, as a terrain full of illegibilities, hidden paths, impasses, surprises, and obscurities.  Its map is not a dictionary but the whole of literature and perhaps everything ever said.  Its obscurities, its lost senses, its self-effacements come about for many reasons — because of the way words modify each other, write themselves over each other, cancel one another out, because the unsaid always counts for as much, or more, than the said, and because language can never recover what it signifies.  &lt;b&gt;Language is always an abbreviation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- John Berger, &lt;i&gt;Post-Scriptum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278119040</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/278119040</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:54:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth."</title><description>“You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Chuck Palahniuk (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/273736985</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/273736985</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 18:11:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>howmyheartbehaves:(via drunkenbutterfly)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku8mjq8XoL1qzael2o1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmyheartbehaves.tumblr.com/post/271822007/via-drunkenbutterfly" target="_blank"&gt;howmyheartbehaves&lt;/a&gt;:(via &lt;a href="http://drunkenbutterfly.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;drunkenbutterfly&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/271932726</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/271932726</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 12:59:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of,..."</title><description>““The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst I think. When the secret stays locked within not for a want of a teller but for an ear.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen King (via &lt;a href="http://daphneemarie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;daphneemarie&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://gracielalala.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;gracielalala&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/267946955</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/267946955</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:04:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(via swestwick)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku1xk4TzGC1qap5xxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://swestwick.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;swestwick&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/267200329</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/267200329</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:13:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My heart wants this so badly while my body refuses to commit. There is so much struggle just to keep...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My heart wants this so badly while my body refuses to commit. There is so much struggle just to keep myself unified. I can’t believe that I’m only one person.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/265836107</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/265836107</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:37:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Today was wonderfully sweet. It was a calm perkiness. And delicate, so delicate, like our hearts...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today was wonderfully sweet. It was a calm perkiness. And delicate, so delicate, like our hearts during the holidays. My veins are swollen with hushed joy, a wide smile without laughter. These are the days that underline my life. These are the days that make sleeping so hard and waking up so easy. These are the days filled with love for everyone and everything. These are the days I wish I could share with you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/264479325</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/264479325</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:04:19 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(via precipice)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktti8cisDc1qzv9uzo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://precipice.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;precipice&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/260920112</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/260920112</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 12:38:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>First meal as a 20-year-old? Rice Krispies cereal and chocolate. Now all I need is the vodka and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;First meal as a 20-year-old? Rice Krispies cereal and chocolate. Now all I need is the vodka and I’m off to a good year.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/260358034</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/260358034</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 00:22:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Writing about how I feel is so easy. Reading about how I feel is almost destructive. Somewhere along...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Writing about how I feel is so easy. Reading about how I feel is almost destructive. Somewhere along the way, suppressed memories and neglected issues sneak their way into my paragraphs. I never really know how any piece of writing will turn out but I often end up with a handful of sleepless nights.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/259151684</link><guid>http://catastrophic.tumblr.com/post/259151684</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:42:15 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
