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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></description><title>http://zyc.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @zyc)</generator><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>… In Iceland it doesn’t make sense two people be in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2c130pChp1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;… In Iceland it doesn’t make sense two people be in the same religion. It’s like having the same fingerprint…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20919222462</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20919222462</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 16:33:00 -0400</pubDate><category>björk</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>-Non ti svegliare, finché dormi sei il mio segreto. Da sveglio...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m22t0lPvR11qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Non ti svegliare, finché dormi sei il mio segreto. Da sveglio sarai vero. E di tutti.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Do not ever wake up! As long as you sleep, you are my secret. When you wake up, you will be real and belong to everyone. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20609512836</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20609512836</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 17:00:21 -0400</pubDate><category>magnifica presenza</category><category>movie</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1uy7xbdSy1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a window, plummeted to the ground, and was smashed to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another old woman leaned out of the window and began looking at the remains of the first one, but she also, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of the window, plummeted to the ground and was smashed to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then a third old woman plummeted from the window, then a fourth, then a fifth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;By the time a sixth old woman had plummeted down, I was fed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;watching them, and went off to Mal’tseviskiy Market where, it was said, a knitted shawl had been given to a certain blind man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20350535427</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20350535427</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:11:57 -0400</pubDate><category>Daniil Kharms</category><category>short story</category></item><item><title>I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1uy3cfS4M1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was forbidden from doing anything. I had no anxiety about doing nothing by my own fault, my conscience was clear, and I was happy. This was when I was in prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20350449005</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/20350449005</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:09:12 -0400</pubDate><category>Daniil Kharms</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m16n8qSjdN1qdf9clo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19623924357</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19623924357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 08:12:26 -0400</pubDate><category>Charles Bukowski</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m15allLpAW1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19580715907</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19580715907</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 14:41:45 -0400</pubDate><category>Charles Bukowski</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m15aexMuzC1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that’s the result of a chance meeting too. You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19580557431</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19580557431</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 14:37:45 -0400</pubDate><category>Charles Bukowski</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>Christopher McCandless: Happiness only real when shared. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m13hgnztKm1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher McCandless:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Happiness only real when shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19526802774</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19526802774</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 15:14:47 -0400</pubDate><category>into the wild</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>Christopher McCandless: I read somewhere… How important it...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m13h64lc4L1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher McCandless:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; I read somewhere… How important it is in life not necessarily to be strong… but to feel strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19526438298</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19526438298</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 15:08:28 -0400</pubDate><category>into the wild</category><category>movie</category><category>quotations</category></item><item><title>Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0udvsbDcx1qdf9clo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypatia"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hypatia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19251700401</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19251700401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 17:19:04 -0400</pubDate><category>hypatia</category><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>Adam:: You can see us without the sheets? Lydia: Of course I can...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0q3tsjdWW1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam:&lt;/strong&gt;: You can see us without the sheets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I can see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says &lt;em&gt;live people ignore the strange and unusual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I, myself, am strange and unusual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; You look like a regular girl to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19116861692</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19116861692</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 09:51:28 -0400</pubDate><category>beetlejuice</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category><category>winona ryder</category></item><item><title>At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0owo9lqZN1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;At night I dream that you and I are two plants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;that grew together, roots entwined, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;since we are made of earth and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19080723302</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19080723302</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 17:19:21 -0500</pubDate><category>pablo neruda</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>Mathilda: You love your plant, don’t you?
Leon: It is my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0owdoPYcY1qdf9clo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathilda: &lt;/strong&gt;You love your plant, don’t you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leon: &lt;/strong&gt;It is my best friend, always happy, no questions. And it is like me you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;see? no roots.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathilda:&lt;/strong&gt; If you really love it, you should plant it in the middle of the park so&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;that it can have roots. I am the one you should be watering, if you want me to grow. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leon: &lt;/strong&gt;You are right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19080378744</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/19080378744</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 17:13:00 -0500</pubDate><category>leon</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category><category>Natalie Portman</category><category>jean reno</category></item><item><title>Kayano: Father, If I learn to do needlework someday I can make...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0jcbwQwqG1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; Father, If I learn to do needlework someday I can make kimonos. But what good will book learning ever do me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seibei:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it probably won’t ever be as useful as needlework. But you know, book learning gives you the power to think. However the world might change, if you have the power to think you’ll always survive somehow. That’s true for boys and for girls. All right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayano:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18918745035</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18918745035</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 17:11:56 -0500</pubDate><category>the twilight samurai</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>Sherlock: When we first met you told me that disguise is...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0dij0Fkkp1qdf9clo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherlock:&lt;/strong&gt; When we first met you told me that disguise is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hl2"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; self portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements. But this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart. And you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you? I’ve always assumed that love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hl2"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene Adler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Everything I said, it’s not real. I was just playing the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherlock&lt;/strong&gt;: I know. And this is just losing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18738393827</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18738393827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 13:40:12 -0500</pubDate><category>sherlock</category><category>bbc</category><category>irene adler</category><category>quotations</category><category>benedict cumberbatch</category></item><item><title>You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0bt6vIw0I1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She’s not perfect and you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18680590028</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18680590028</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 15:35:19 -0500</pubDate><category>bob marley</category><category>quotation</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>Lars: See they’re even fake so they’ll never die. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0b6f97n7h1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars: &lt;/strong&gt;See they’re even fake so they’ll never die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18659299593</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18659299593</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 08:00:05 -0500</pubDate><category>lars and the real girl</category><category>ryan gosling</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>He falls asleep on her chest
The best sleep he’d ever met,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m067aryMn31qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;He falls asleep on her chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The best sleep he’d ever met, nevertheless&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He dreams of some strangers caress&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1fSSruXPCY&amp;feature=related"&gt;Ane Brun - Changing of the seasons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18505232430</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18505232430</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 14:54:27 -0500</pubDate><category>ane brun</category><category>changing of the seasons</category><category>song</category><category>quotation</category></item><item><title>Prologue: Though our story is at an end, our poet’s is...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m04dr6i92n1qdf9clo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; Though our story is at an end, our poet’s is not; for his monument is everliving. Not of stone but of verse. And it shall be remembered. As long as words are made of breath. And breath of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18449363097</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18449363097</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 15:18:42 -0500</pubDate><category>anonymous</category><category>movie</category><category>quotation</category><category>william shakespeare</category></item><item><title>Ed Bloom: I’ve been nothin’ but myself since the day...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzy7rzq3ET1qdf9clo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed Bloom:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve been nothin’ but myself since the day I was born, and if you can’t see that it’s your failin’, not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18245255338</link><guid>http://zyc.tumblr.com/post/18245255338</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 07:23:59 -0500</pubDate><category>big fish</category><category>movies</category><category>quotation</category></item></channel></rss>
