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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>Constant need to stay afloat.photoblogphotostoday
 </description><title>Buoyant</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @hiccupsforbreakfast)</generator><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Futile attempt to organize my files. Maybe I can update this...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a648f4879c8874d549c025a946e787f5/tumblr_mn3anoVj5B1qaoprxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Futile attempt to organize my files. Maybe I can update this blog later on too.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50896034908</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50896034908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 17:06:59 +0800</pubDate><category>today</category></item><item><title>"the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’ 
and also being able to say..."</title><description>“the year of letting go&lt;br/&gt;
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’ &lt;br/&gt;
and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’&lt;br/&gt;
the year of humanity/humility&lt;br/&gt;
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed&lt;br/&gt;
everyone i’ve met this year says the same thing &lt;br/&gt;
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’ &lt;br/&gt;
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands&lt;br/&gt;
the year i learnt small talk&lt;br/&gt;
and how to smile at strangers&lt;br/&gt;
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’&lt;br/&gt;
the year of sugar, everywhere&lt;br/&gt;
softness. sweetness. honey honey. &lt;br/&gt;
the year of being alone&lt;br/&gt;
and learning how much i like it&lt;br/&gt;
the year of hugging people i don’t know because i want to know them&lt;br/&gt;
the year i made peace and love&lt;br/&gt;
right here”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Warsan Sh&lt;a href="http://bornreadygeneration.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;re  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commovente.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;commovente&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50893910973</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50893910973</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 15:55:48 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>We avoid things that remind us of memories we do not...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e2f0fc8b98880051529c0835771dc535/tumblr_mn27wmCTJz1qaoprxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;We avoid things that remind us of memories we do not like.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;… Tonight, I decided that I am wearing this pair of socks to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50841289654</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50841289654</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 03:09:57 +0800</pubDate><category>today</category><category>to facing whatever's left of this process</category></item><item><title>aaron-symons:

Austin Butler photographed by Jessica Haye and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/4ebfe8209565d5a31fa0a28d584c2bc4/tumblr_mn053hY0Uq1qg0lbco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aaron-symons.tumblr.com/post/50736550258/austin-butler-photographed-by-jessica-haye-and" target="_blank"&gt;aaron-symons&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Austin Butler&lt;/strong&gt; photographed by Jessica Haye and Clark Hsiao for Hero Summer/Fall 2013&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50745538607</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50745538607</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 02:22:30 +0800</pubDate><category>jesus christ</category><category>what a guy this guy</category><category>austin butler</category></item><item><title>"I will not forget you, though. I don’t think that you particularly deserve my memory, nor do I..."</title><description>“I will not forget you, though. I don’t think that you particularly deserve my memory, nor do I flatter myself into believing that you return my sense of vague wistfulness. There is no part of me that wants to return to the limbo I existed in for so long, or even the often-imagined parallel universe in which you reciprocated my feelings to the letter. I do, however, want to remember what it feels like to be hurt, to want, to need something so desperately only to find out that your life is perfectly fine without it. As much as the little scar on my knee will always remind me to watch out when I am running, yours on my heart will teach me to be kind. Because I know what it feels like to be cast aside with indifference, and I know that it’s a pain from which the body itself takes a long time to recover. You will live in my mind as a cautionary tale, a fable of how much damage words can do — especially when they are insincere. And though I am not nostalgic for what we did have, I am hopeful about life being filled with everything we didn’t.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Chelsea Fagan, I Will Not Forget You (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://5ft1.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;5ft1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722840126</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722840126</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 20:09:33 +0800</pubDate><category>hi</category><category>written</category></item><item><title>"I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to..."</title><description>“I’m never gonna wait&lt;br/&gt;
that extra twenty minutes&lt;br/&gt;
to text you back,&lt;br/&gt;
and I’m never gonna play&lt;br/&gt;
hard to get&lt;br/&gt;
when I know your life&lt;br/&gt;
has been hard enough already.&lt;br/&gt;
When we all know everyone’s life&lt;br/&gt;
has been hard enough already&lt;br/&gt;
it’s hard to watch&lt;br/&gt;
the game we make of love,&lt;br/&gt;
like everyone’s playing checkers&lt;br/&gt;
with their scars,&lt;br/&gt;
saying checkmate&lt;br/&gt;
whenever they get out&lt;br/&gt;
without a broken heart.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Andrea Gibson (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://a-lionsheart.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;a-lionsheart&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722680288</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722680288</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 20:05:27 +0800</pubDate><category>written</category></item><item><title>josephpascual:

Edge of Seventeen OUTTAKES, YoungSTAR 17th...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d5d1d79f5dc2034afe0c1a1da3627244/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/eeb8225aecba35c78fc730eb4f9deb5f/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b8c84145667c4ef117837a5dbf35b338/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/141a0cd576e80e3d1d702abd70dea073/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/506d8bc540a1dbda1f2cf26dd1e6008d/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/66502e8db0c488ede9d2b502d963e23a/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a51138abdc25c0c78ccc77e297c24175/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o8_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2eae88843dc4c17206504b0c58cca5e6/tumblr_mmzf0kGFQs1qlt5i3o9_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://josephpascual.tumblr.com/post/50712616237/edge-of-seventeen-outtakes-youngstar-17th" target="_blank"&gt;josephpascual&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edge of Seventeen OUTTAKES, &lt;/em&gt;YoungSTAR 17th Anniversary Issue, May 17 2013&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam Humphries photographed by Joseph Pascual&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;produced by Raymond Ang&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722583056</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50722583056</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 20:02:58 +0800</pubDate><category>for future reference</category></item><item><title>"Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I..."</title><description>“Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later – because I did not belong there, did not come from there – but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Goodbye To All That,” Joan Didion  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commovente.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;commovente&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50721912548</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50721912548</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 19:45:15 +0800</pubDate><category>New York</category></item><item><title>tiredtalk:

morning after
thoughts about the impermanence of a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1b58a826bf7129c5ac4f29124c8f363c/tumblr_mmfzfyHOiN1qapcf6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/08eca2800676c106ab355395754fe211/tumblr_mmfzfyHOiN1qapcf6o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9a19aadede6f276f5bd4e33fe263e961/tumblr_mmfzfyHOiN1qapcf6o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e89999792563cc6341f9d75a90758bc7/tumblr_mmfzfyHOiN1qapcf6o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tiredtalk.tumblr.com/post/49869644758/morning-after-thoughts-about-the-impermanence-of" target="_blank"&gt;tiredtalk&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;morning after&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; by Lindsay Bottos&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50436870115</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50436870115</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 03:31:46 +0800</pubDate><category>pls</category><category>this is so lovely</category><category>favorite</category></item><item><title>"There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain."</title><description>“There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfmoma.me/YF8g8V%20" target="_blank"&gt;Georges Braque&lt;/a&gt;, born on this day in 1882. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sfmoma.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sfmoma&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50428567223</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50428567223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 01:06:55 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3b8fe946295164c8e326b176ccf58fde/tumblr_mmrtoifF4c1rcvvn3o1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50428113037</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/50428113037</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:58:25 +0800</pubDate><category>favorite</category></item><item><title>Talamak - Toro Y Moi

When can we get together again?Nevermind,...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_49778669677" src="http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49778669677/audio_player_iframe/hiccupsforbreakfast/tumblr_mmdvi7UIfs1qaoprx?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fhiccupsforbreakfast%2F49778669677%2Ftumblr_mmdvi7UIfs1qaoprx" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talamak - Toro Y Moi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When can we get together again?&lt;br/&gt;Nevermind, I’ve lost you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49778669677</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49778669677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 23:39:00 +0800</pubDate><category>audio</category></item><item><title>creative rut</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/979198f49b1f25b9b1fbb4471db8b921/tumblr_mmdqxg8DOv1qaoprxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;creative rut&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49774070954</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49774070954</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 22:00:52 +0800</pubDate><category>today</category><category>work</category></item><item><title>96,75, 44</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya dude. She’s Isabelle Toledo, if you’re fil-am, you should date her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;75. Did you wake up cranky?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope, today I woke up okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;44. What’s the best part about school?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two things: 1) You’re privileged enough to get one 2) You get to meet great people who’s going to make life easier for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49673671180</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49673671180</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 18:15:39 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>29 31 34 41 52 80</title><description>&lt;p&gt;29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;From the year 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wish I did because I have been meaning to drink for weeks already hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2006 most probably what a horrible year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;52. Are you nice to everyone?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not exactly… actually not really. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Regional maps that I have to do for my internship using Illustrator and I don’t know how to use Illustrator fuck&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="223" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2edbe13f4105e11f516b953cc1875e48/tumblr_mkrg1tyRtF1qa5504o1_400.gif" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49672396856</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49672396856</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 18:02:12 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I just want to listen to someone confident enough to read me poetry. (have I not stressed this...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just want to listen to someone confident enough to read me poetry. (have I not stressed this enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49666378672</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49666378672</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 16:38:25 +0800</pubDate><category>today</category><category>personal</category></item><item><title>hair appreciation day 🙅💇</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8f7e80a89c9f33f9d72e281bc216d31c/tumblr_mmb7zgOjXv1qaoprxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;hair appreciation day 🙅💇&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49657072467</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49657072467</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 13:16:28 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>elfi3:

here’s a fun fact get the fuck away from me
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://elfi3.tumblr.com/post/41097703440/heres-a-fun-fact-get-the-fuck-away-from-me" target="_blank"&gt;elfi3&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;here’s a fun fact get the fuck away from me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49508127392</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49508127392</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 20:41:18 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d765fab8cd9647fbc7c8c6bcd0599b35/tumblr_meqflnAB2n1qc2ss8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49360098558</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49360098558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 22:30:44 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>ohshititsgreg:

A part of me dies every time no one gets my joke
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ohshititsgreg.tumblr.com/post/37293137336/a-part-of-me-dies-every-time-no-one-gets-my-joke" target="_blank"&gt;ohshititsgreg&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A part of me dies every time no one gets my joke&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49268211249</link><guid>http://hiccupsforbreakfast.tumblr.com/post/49268211249</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 01:34:04 +0800</pubDate><category>me</category><category>all the fucking time</category></item></channel></rss>
