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Her eyes are reminiscent of stars.
Her smile...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/7522793295</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/7522793295</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 23:50:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>When I found out I was going to be the President of the honor society at my school, my first thought...</title><description>When I found out I was going to be the President of the honor society at my school, my first thought...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/7493016478</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/7493016478</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 09:24:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I lie awake imagining the feel of your skin.

It&amp;#8217;s soft, warm. Your body fits into mine, like...</title><description>I lie awake imagining the feel of your skin.

It&amp;#8217;s soft, warm. Your body fits into mine, like...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/4710334298</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/4710334298</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 23:04:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>More Than A Feeling (with no regards to Boston whatsoever)</title><description>I think people chase feelings. They chase what it feels like to be in love, rather than focusing on...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2332705757</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2332705757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 22:23:50 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>What is it about music?</title><description>Somehow, it always manages to make me feel better. There&amp;#8217;s something about a multitude of...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2318630335</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2318630335</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:13:18 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"You make beautiful things out of the dust."</title><description>“You make beautiful things out of the dust.” - Gungor, Beautiful Things</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2318495043</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2318495043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:02:59 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I hate watching people in trivial relationships. The kind that they get into because they feel like...</title><description>I hate watching people in trivial relationships. The kind that they get into because they feel like...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2308856363</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/2308856363</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 22:26:21 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m in a state of numbness that I can&amp;#8217;t seem to shake. I have soccer tryouts tomorrow. I...</title><description>I&amp;#8217;m in a state of numbness that I can&amp;#8217;t seem to shake. I have soccer tryouts tomorrow. I...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1722302644</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1722302644</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 20:56:59 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Red</title><description>A part of me didn&amp;#8217;t want the light to turn. I wanted time to freeze, to have more time to...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1722279129</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1722279129</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 20:55:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Numb</title><description>I feel weird. I feel dead, or heartless, or something. I&amp;#8217;m numb.
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It doesn&amp;#8217;t help...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1687291135</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1687291135</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 21:53:27 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Happiness</title><description>is a funny thing. I heard a song once describe happiness as &amp;#8220;a firecracker sittin&amp;#8217; on...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677457778</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677457778</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 23:34:55 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"I know I need you. I need to love you. I’d love to see you. It’s been so long. I long to..."</title><description>“I know I need you. I need to love you. I’d love to see you. It’s been so long. I...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677396529</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677396529</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 23:28:03 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Tonight</title><description>I always defined love as caring more about another person than you do about yourself. Tonight, I...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677368679</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1677368679</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 23:24:54 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>xkcd</title><description>xkcd: Making me laugh, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1353062833</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1353062833</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 15:11:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Things We Do, and the Things We Don't</title><description>The other day, I was at a faith study that I love to go to every Wednesday, and there was a girl...</description><link>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1348812428</link><guid>http://thinkwithcompassion.tumblr.com/post/1348812428</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 22:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
