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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>a collection of things that orient.</description><title>where i'll be</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @whereillbe)</generator><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>roypowell:

First impression, that microphone is...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f921f2c1a2ea3e82ed864e32db164447/tumblr_mjm67vFkfX1rhzkjbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://roypowell.tumblr.com/post/45283361038/first-impression-that-microphone-is-ridiculous"&gt;roypowell&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;First impression, that microphone is ridiculous. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;my first impression: my friends are geniuses.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/45330559070</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/45330559070</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 23:28:44 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I date my surroundings. They invite my curiosity, converse with me in interesting analogies, and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I date my surroundings. They invite my curiosity, converse with me in interesting analogies, and when I need soft affection I duck inside the portals to find anyone, waiting to feel comforted, too - not hungry, thirsty, forgotten or alone. In this, I am satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/42946559911</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/42946559911</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 13:17:23 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/why-youre-single/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why You’re Single&lt;/em&gt; by Amanda Crute&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I am so very happy being single, and it took me long enough to realize it. Be in a relationship with yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/41181867220</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/41181867220</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 23:20:17 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m13qvxhVMM1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/24917153354</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/24917153354</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 16:48:43 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>1972projects:

1950: Mark Rothko’s White Center (Yellow, Pink...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3lden5ivV1qi8lhlo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://1972projects.tumblr.com/post/22505283774/1950-mark-rothkos-white-center-yellow-pink-and"&gt;1972projects&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;1950: Mark Rothko’s White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/22702631472</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/22702631472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 22:12:24 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and..."</title><description>“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4379.Sylvia_Plath"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;gpoy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think I’m going to get really into Sylvia Plath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21716677900</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21716677900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 08:17:43 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2cb47x6o61qa2txho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21716627709</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21716627709</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 08:16:12 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep..."</title><description>“The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinfolk Magazine, Vol. 3&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;“An Unremarkably Casual Thing” by Austin Sailsbury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21634140946</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21634140946</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:43:10 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>slaughterhouse90210:

“It really was such a shame, the way you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2mmzuqU0W1qzy4ewo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://slaughterhouse90210.tumblr.com/post/21267476414/it-really-was-such-a-shame-the-way-you-could-be" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;slaughterhouse90210&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It really was such a shame, the way you could be so careful, and for so long, and then go ahead and undo it all in the end, as though nothing had ever been held together by anything at all.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Johanna Skibsrud, &lt;em&gt;This Will Be Difficult to Explain: And Other Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21273097720</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/21273097720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 09:59:29 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>slaughterhouse90210:

“I missed him. Love, I realized, is...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ccmu8ab71qzy4ewo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://slaughterhouse90210.tumblr.com/post/19782099991/i-missed-him-love-i-realized-is-something-your" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;slaughterhouse90210&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I missed him. Love, I realized, is something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;—Lorrie Moore, &lt;em&gt;Anagrams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19784600832</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19784600832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 08:49:13 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>(via thatkindofwoman, incandescentlywitty)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxsj1qDmKO1qziccso1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://incandescentlywitty.tumblr.com/post/387452271/i-have-posted-this-before" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;incandescentlywitty&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19530808634</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19530808634</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 13:22:14 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>heart of the city.  my city.  where i live. 
npr:

Show Us The...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0s3khotLt1qdkv8qo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;heart of the city.  my city.  where i live. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://npr.tumblr.com/post/19181446142/show-us-the-thumping-pulsing-heart-of-your"&gt;npr&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2012/03/05/147968699/show-us-the-thumping-pulsing-heart-of-your-city?sc=tumblr&amp;cc=npr"&gt;Show Us The Thumping, Pulsing ‘Heart’ Of Your City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From the coffee shop on the corner to the park down the street, all urbanites have a place they think of as the heart of their city. It’s where you go when you want to feel like a citizen of Memphis, New York City or San Francisco. It’s the place you think of as synonymous with Atlanta, Washington, D.C., or Portland, Ore. It’s what you talk about when someone asks, “What’s Chicago like?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And even if your local office of tourism has never heard of it, we want to know what and where it is. We want you to show us the heart of &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; city. Is it the subway platform? The view from your favorite bridge? Snap a photo or make a quick recording, then send it our way via email (nprcities at npr dot org), &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; (tag your photo #nprcities), &lt;a href="http://npr.tumblr.com/submit"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; (tag your submission #nprcities) or &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/groups/npr-cities/dropbox"&gt;SoundCloud&lt;/a&gt; (make sure your clip is downloadable). We will use some of your submissions in an interactive graphic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Include your name, the name of the person who took the picture or recorded the sound, the location of the photo or audio (full address or street intersection, including city and state), and describe your submission in 300 characters (!!!) telling us what makes it the “heart of your city.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As long as you can photograph it or record it, nothing’s too small! But we do have some guidelines:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. No Liberty Bells, Please. &lt;/strong&gt;Tourist attractions are fun to visit, but we’re looking for the part of your city that gets left out of the guidebooks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Limit Your Sound Recordings To One Minute Or Less.&lt;/strong&gt; We’re looking for sound that gives a sense of place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Remember, We’re A Family-Friendly Website.&lt;/strong&gt; This probably goes without saying, but please keep your submissions G-rated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Sorry, No Videos Or Animated GIFs. &lt;/strong&gt;But that doesn’t mean you can’t get creative.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Think Public Spaces.&lt;/strong&gt; The basement your band practices in may be SO Detroit, but we’re looking for places everyone can experience.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[NOTICE TO USERS: NPR reserves the right to read on the air and/or publish on its Web site or in any medium now known or unknown the emails, audio clips and photographs that we receive. We may edit them for clarity, brevity or format and identify authors by name and location. By sending us a photograph, email or audio clip, you agree to these terms. For additional information, please consult our &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/about/termsofuse.html"&gt;Terms of Use&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/about/privacypolicy.html"&gt;Privacy Policy&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credit: &lt;span class="creditwrap"&gt;&lt;span class="credit"&gt;esemelwe&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="rightsnotice"&gt;iStockphoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19222972984</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19222972984</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 21:37:23 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,..."</title><description>““The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jack Kerouac- On the Road (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19169598602</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/19169598602</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:58:28 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>BRITTICISMS: The city is full of hidden corners. Those rooms on those floors of...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://britticisms.tumblr.com/post/18932930792/the-city-is-full-of-hidden-corners-those-rooms-on"&gt;BRITTICISMS: The city is full of hidden corners. Those rooms on those floors of...&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://britticisms.tumblr.com/post/18932930792/the-city-is-full-of-hidden-corners-those-rooms-on"&gt;britticisms&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The city is full of hidden corners. Those rooms on those floors of those buildings you’ve only glanced at hold secrets. I didn’t realize it stood so high or that the elevator would open to a studio with mirrors and black floors and a window that looked out onto the night sky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Down the street,…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18936209167</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18936209167</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 21:08:05 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Can I throw this party?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m08tl1Vemc1qbarrgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I throw this party?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18794560677</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18794560677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 08:59:48 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of..."</title><description>“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath 

&lt;p&gt;Women are so delightfully insightful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18794548941</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18794548941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 08:59:26 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>slaughterhouse90210:

“There is one friend in the life of each...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m03zvlEr7D1qzy4ewo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://slaughterhouse90210.tumblr.com/post/18438339470/there-is-one-friend-in-the-life-of-each-of-us-who"&gt;slaughterhouse90210&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;― Edith Wharton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18483496924</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18483496924</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 21:42:07 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Ahem. Yes.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvc8f7r0I31qmdhomo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahem. Yes.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18362989547</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18362989547</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:00:08 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And..."</title><description>““I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ernest Hemingway (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://scout.tumblr.com/"&gt;scout&lt;/a&gt;) in a &lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/10/hemingway-201110"&gt;letter to Hadley Richardson, December 23, 1920.&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://teaforonesvp.tumblr.com/"&gt;teaforonesvp&lt;/a&gt;)

&lt;p&gt;S i g h.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18153278055</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18153278055</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 15:19:14 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I repeat this to myself everyday.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz7ctkay7h1qlccb8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I repeat this to myself everyday.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18040379420</link><guid>http://whereillbe.tumblr.com/post/18040379420</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 16:45:45 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
