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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>“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” - Anais Nin</description><title>http://woundsandwisdom.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @woundsandwisdom)</generator><link>http://woundsandwisdom.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Here’s what our parents never taught us:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, &lt;br/&gt;
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and &lt;br/&gt;
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone&lt;br/&gt;
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will&lt;br/&gt;
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals&lt;br/&gt;
rubbing against your mouth.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You will not tell anyone that you liked it. &lt;br/&gt;
It’s okay. &lt;br/&gt;
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. &lt;br/&gt;
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple&lt;br/&gt;
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles&lt;br/&gt;
and miles on end. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You will lie to everyone you love. &lt;br/&gt;
They will love you anyways. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Molt. &lt;br/&gt;
Don’t be afraid. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out against the windowpane. &lt;br/&gt;
You are a hurricane-prone area. &lt;br/&gt;
The glass breaks often. &lt;br/&gt;
It’s okay. I promise that the breeze here is wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://woundsandwisdom.tumblr.com/post/35095008887</link><guid>http://woundsandwisdom.tumblr.com/post/35095008887</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:24:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>adeana:

     I’m too much of a thinker to be around people who can’t think for themselves. It’s a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://adeana.tumblr.com/post/34749095029"&gt;adeana&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;     I’m too much of a thinker to be around people who can’t think for themselves. It’s a pet peeve. Instant turn-off. You don’t need approval to be you, just be you. &lt;/p&gt;
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