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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>people who just have no idea, about the internet</description><title>Rhymes with...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thingsiatethatilove)</generator><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fe14da8c26e47c6afccfec210767212b/tumblr_mht95qNFkI1r8gppgo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/42438707214</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/42438707214</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2013 13:10:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>FUCK I REALLY NEED EMILY GOULD TO EXPLAIN E-BOOKS TO ME RIGHT NOW.</title><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/29497247702</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/29497247702</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 15:44:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>unypl:

“By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,” by...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7d3j1WJ2X1r8bc3no1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://undergroundnewyorkpubliclibrary.com/post/27485319155/by-grand-central-station-i-sat-down-and-wept-by" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;unypl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,” by Elizabeth Smart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0586090398/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=0586090398&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=undnewyorpubl-20" rel="nofollow"&gt;Read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So he handed us both another can and I started drinking. I couldn’t even get halfway through it. I remember lying down and feeling so sick, he gave me a silver bowl in case I threw up. As soon as he took the silver bowl away from me, I threw up. I was lying down. It got over all my face and my hair, I woke up in the same position. I had throw-up dried on my face and in my hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27491692205</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27491692205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2012 13:38:27 -0400</pubDate><category>books</category><category>reading</category><category>nyc</category><category>subway</category><category>street photography</category><category>Elizabeth Smart</category><category>Smart Elizabeth</category><category>By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept</category></item><item><title>Bed, Raff, and Beyond</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c9ECykSJwdY?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;&lt;p&gt;Bed, Raff, and Beyond&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27407773539</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27407773539</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2012 10:30:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YZtz82wQLx0?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://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27259639783</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/27259639783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 10:28:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6yhxfYxIN1r8gppgo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/26915347301</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/26915347301</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 13:58:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F49047166&amp;liking=false&amp;sharing=false&amp;origin=tumblr" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" class="soundcloud_audio_player" width="500" height="116"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/25937079935</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/25937079935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 13:42:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>ninety9:

“I am a BEE fan from way back” (b., 1981)
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5oaesT3M01qz5mwro1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ninety9.tumblr.com/post/25172745670/i-am-a-bee-fan-from-way-back-b-1981"&gt;ninety9&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I am a BEE fan from way back” (b., 1981)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/25173648830</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/25173648830</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2012 15:22:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>a new essay about writing and being read is up now, by the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ul89hTOZ1r8gppgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;a new essay about writing and being read is up now, by the anonymous author of the blog &lt;a href="http://mydeadparents.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Dead Parents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/24072165596</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/24072165596</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 14:12:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3q0z31Int1r8gppgo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/22668394267</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/22668394267</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 16:30:39 -0400</pubDate><category>MORE LIKE TROLLFAIL AMIWHITE?</category></item><item><title>saythatscool:

emilygould:

awlmusic:

Listen Up!Gossip 

Don’t have anything nice to say? Come …...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://saythatscool.tumblr.com/post/20013898190/emilygould-awlmusic-listen-up-gossip" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;saythatscool&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://emilygould.tumblr.com/post/20012885950/awlmusic-listen-up-gossip-dont-have"&gt;emilygould&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://awlmusic.tv/post/19997288117/listen-up-gossip"&gt;awlmusic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen Up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gossip &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don’t have anything nice to say? Come … listen to this playlist I made.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I heard she dedicated it that &amp;#8220;creepy weirdo, he knows who he is.&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dude, you need tend your own farm, okay?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/20014837662</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/20014837662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 13:48:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>We were still having a normal conversation at that point, not a  fight. I started talking about the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were still having a normal conversation at that point, not a  fight. I started talking about the Brad Nelson having a salad, a very  popular method of not eating Fischer dismisses in passing as  representative of the backchannel&amp;#8217;s “observational, peculiar, and  irrefutable” brand of media criticism. This post has zero text. It’s  just Brad, laughing, alone, with salad.  He looks fludily like anyone  who has ever heard witchaus. Mollys read that post as mere absurdist  humor, pure whimsy,” I said.  I think this is approximately when I  started shouting in a tremulous, high-pitched voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/17562247324</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/17562247324</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:48:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx8s1jLrfg1qbkotho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/15257112956</link><guid>http://thingsiatethatilove.tumblr.com/post/15257112956</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 16:43:29 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
