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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>I Won't Guarantee Quality</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @smashletters)</generator><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>As it turns out, I&amp;#8217;m sorry that I was sorry for being sorry about doing something that...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As it turns out, I&amp;#8217;m sorry that I was sorry for being sorry about doing something that actually didn&amp;#8217;t matter. &amp;#8230;. This kind of insanity shouldn&amp;#8217;t be too hard to manage. I hate negativity!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2724796467</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2724796467</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 23:39:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le5yilTxue1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2504444838</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2504444838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 19:25:33 -0500</pubDate><category>cat</category><category>aura</category><category>aurora</category><category>rainbow</category><category>colors</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le5wkeaIKM1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503900140</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503900140</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 18:43:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le5w1q4rAZ1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503756144</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503756144</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 18:32:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le5w1atY9F1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503752573</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2503752573</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 18:31:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The whole world could have passed us by</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And it wouldn&amp;#8217;t have mattered.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2170416164</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2170416164</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 21:03:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It's almost 4 am</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Which means it&amp;#8217;s the 1 hour anniversary of it almost being 3 am.
Cheers?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2105417732</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2105417732</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2010 03:40:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Aspirations</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have no aspirations
Besides the swell of air behind my eyes
That we agree to call a brain&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2085174958</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/2085174958</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 16:22:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mercurial Rivers
If there’s one thing I’ve learned...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcmrb5RuOY1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mercurial Rivers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If there’s one thing I’ve learned to respect about the brain, it’s the vastness and complexity of it. The mind is a landscape.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1726764096</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1726764096</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 08:00:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Empty Canvas</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Painting is intimidating because I rarely know where to start. The only certain thing is that I need to set a 1&amp;#8221; border. So I do. And then I stare at my little box. And I think to myself, &amp;#8220;Great. All I&amp;#8217;ve done is told myself where I &lt;em&gt;can&amp;#8217;t&lt;/em&gt; paint.&amp;#8221; That&amp;#8217;s just counterproductive.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1723258825</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1723258825</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 23:18:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Sun Only Shines Here
There’s always two sides to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcmp4urnN61qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sun Only Shines Here&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s always two sides to everything. There’s a bright side and a dark side. You can resent the negativity and embrace the light, but all that’s doing is submitting yourself to a fractured grasp on life. No one can enjoy the day without enduring the nighttime. It’s just all separate parts of the same thing, so don’t quit on life when the sun isn’t shining. It always comes back around.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1723214866</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1723214866</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 23:14:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>All the Difference in the World</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want to stop the world. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s too much going on all the time. Everything&amp;#8217;s moving around us. It&amp;#8217;s crazy, really, when you start to think about how alive everything is. You&amp;#8217;re never alone in this world, there&amp;#8217;s always someone passing by to hear what you say. Not like it matters anyway, it&amp;#8217;s just that he&amp;#8217;s there. It&amp;#8217;s not his fault, rather it&amp;#8217;s the knowledge of there being more to this world than you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And forget people, the wind is always creating motion, always disrupting the stillness you wish stayed a little longer. Animals move, clouds move. Worst of all, clocks always move. Time doesn&amp;#8217;t stop. Weezer isn&amp;#8217;t that bad of a band, is it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What makes life so continuous is even if nothing around you is moving, the land you&amp;#8217;re standing on is still in constant motion. Not even one way, but two. It&amp;#8217;s rotating on an axis and revolving around a bigger mass. This is crazy stuff. Nothing is ever dead, life goes on, and you&amp;#8217;re never alone in this world.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The point that I wanted to make (and it doesn&amp;#8217;t seem like it&amp;#8217;s happening unless I divert from my rambling like really abruptly) is this:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To stop the world in it&amp;#8217;s tracks for, say, three words only, would make all the difference in the world. Imagine nothing is moving. Imagine life is frozen, not dead really, but just held up. Not only is there no disruption, but there&amp;#8217;s the knowledge that nothing in the world could disrupt this moment. That knowledge is what makes the difference. We&amp;#8217;re alone in the world, and you know it, and you&amp;#8217;re absolutely certain of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Imagine the three words I get to tell you in this moment are &amp;#8220;I love you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe you&amp;#8217;d enjoy it, maybe you&amp;#8217;d love it; maybe it&amp;#8217;d be all the difference in the world or maybe it wouldn&amp;#8217;t make an impact. But at the least, you&amp;#8217;ll know and I&amp;#8217;ll know that those spoken words were absolutely the only things happening in this frame of time, when the clocks broke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And it would make all the difference to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1512753638</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1512753638</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 22:37:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>windyandeclare:

that is why i have  mac.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lamoh9XoUf1qzd2blo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://windyandeclare.tumblr.com/post/1483991236/that-is-why-i-have-mac"&gt;windyandeclare&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is why i have  mac.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1484431960</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1484431960</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 22:07:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Hostility</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today began 82 minutes too late, as opposed to the usual 50 to 70. I had to make a decision on whether I was getting a ride to school or I was running. Neither would do, as it turned out. I walked. Strolled into school. Came in 5 minutes late. And I was fine with it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My attitude changed today, because I made that decision, to assume such a dominance over the clock and the school and its 1st period teachers. It made me feel above the world for a while. Usually it translates itself to happiness and optimism, but I took advantage of this feeling. I made the world know it was underneath me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In turn, the world turned against me, so it seemed. There was some mutual hostility between me and everything else, like we all secretly hated each other. And nothing shook this. I went through the day a condescending and cynical man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then I found the Starlight at last, kind of a solitary glow hidden in the corner of the black hostility. Brightest thing I saw all day. And I opened my eyes and saw the world again as I was reacquainted with its motives. And I was put back in my place, level with the world, contented. A great &amp;#8220;Thank you&amp;#8221; to my Starlight, the girl with whom I can accomplish nothing and still feel as if we&amp;#8217;ve conquered everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1476623853</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1476623853</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 23:56:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Do I have something to write?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Or am I procrastinating, trying to avoid my English homework?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You decide.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s the second choice.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1450619714</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1450619714</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 23:27:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“Too much English homework!” he screamed....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb6dm4fLuS1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Too much English homework!” he screamed. “Screw this.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A picture I took from the top of Bear Mountain. And then I messed with it. 10 minutes at most.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1448925442</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1448925442</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 18:10:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The last one was worth it alone.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1. You&amp;#8217;re Gonna Go Far, Kid IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. All Messed Up IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. Wretches and Kings IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. I&amp;#8217;m Not the One IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. Fire Coming Out of the Monkey&amp;#8217;s Head IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. Ode to LRC IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Run IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8. Viva la Vida IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. Give It All IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. Love Like a Sunset IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. Pachuca Sunrise IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;12. Right Now IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;13. 5/4 IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;14. Weekend Wars IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;15. Trouble IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;16. Dear God IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;17. Transatlanticism IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;18. Motivation IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;19. So Long Goodbye IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;20. Kick Some Ass IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;21. Valley Winter Song IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;22. When We Escape IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;23. Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;24. Perfect IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;25. Reptilia IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;26. Talking Loud And Clear IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;27. Parte IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;28. Everlasting Friend IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;29. Future Foe Scenarios IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;30. Plug In Baby IN MY PANTS&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1411651600</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1411651600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 22:28:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>In These Demon Days</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s so cold inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1370754213</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1370754213</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 23:05:23 -0400</pubDate><category>gorillaz</category></item><item><title>I’m so fascinated by the clouds and the colors of the sky,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lanyygNt1e1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m so fascinated by the clouds and the colors of the sky, all the time. Nature!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1369372896</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1369372896</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 19:37:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The result of moving the camera away a fraction of a second too...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lanwc1a6KS1qerrhso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The result of moving the camera away a fraction of a second too soon. Again, not edited in any way.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1369006904</link><guid>http://smashletters.tumblr.com/post/1369006904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 18:40:49 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
