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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Hai, my name is Kat. I live in Seattle.  I complain a lot. School drives me crazy. I usually have a break down every week, I’m convinced I won’t be accepted into nursing school. I love sushi, cuddling, taking photographs, and reading. Here you will find a mixture of quotes and pretty pictures. I blog about what happens in my life and the food I eat.  It keeps me distracted from doing homework. 

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Email me at catchakat@gmail.com if you likey.</description><title>A woman in the making.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bookhungry)</generator><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Crystal Shawanda Lyrics – You Can Let Go
Wind blowin’ on my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kui47jhxyz1qzy4cjo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crystal Shawanda Lyrics – You Can Let Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wind blowin’ on my face&lt;br/&gt;Sidewalk flyin’ beneath my bike&lt;br/&gt;A five year-old’s first taste&lt;br/&gt;Of what freedom’s really like&lt;br/&gt;He was runnin’ right beside me&lt;br/&gt;His hand holdin’ on the seat&lt;br/&gt;I took a deep breath and hollered&lt;br/&gt;As I headed for the street&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You can let go now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I think I’m ready&lt;br/&gt;To do this on my own&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s still .. it still feels&lt;/i&gt; .. a little bit scary&lt;br/&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br/&gt;I’ll be ok now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was standin’ at the altar&lt;br/&gt;Between the two loves of my life&lt;br/&gt;To one I’ve been a daughter&lt;br/&gt;To one I soon would be a wife&lt;br/&gt;When the preacher asked,&lt;br/&gt;‘Who gives this woman?’&lt;br/&gt;Daddy’s eyes filled up with tears&lt;br/&gt;He kept holdin’ tightly to my arm&lt;br/&gt;‘Till I whispered in his ear&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You can let go now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I think I’m ready&lt;br/&gt;To do this on my own&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s still .. it still feels&lt;/i&gt; .. a little bit scary&lt;br/&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br/&gt;I’ll be ok now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was killin’ me to see&lt;br/&gt;The strongest man I ever knew&lt;br/&gt;Wastin’ away to nothin’&lt;br/&gt;In that hospital room&lt;br/&gt;‘You know he’s only hangin’ on for you’&lt;br/&gt;That’s what the night nurse said&lt;br/&gt;My voice and heart were breakin’&lt;br/&gt;As I crawled up in his bed, and said&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can let go now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;br/&gt;Your little girl is ready&lt;br/&gt;To do this on my own&lt;br/&gt;It’s gonna be a little bit scary&lt;br/&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br/&gt;I’ll be ok now, Daddy&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;br/&gt;You can let go&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279201627</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279201627</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 13:47:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>DEAR RASCAL FLATTS:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://getyourjacketon.tumblr.com/post/278351199/dear-rascal-flatts"&gt;getyourjacketon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My dad and I have an inside thing with one of your songs. We played it over &amp; over while driving on a highway in Florida. I was driving my grandpa’s Subaru (the old person kind, not the lame racing kid kind) and my dad was teaching me how to drive on a highway not like a girl. Anyway, we sang your song repeatedly. A few Christmases ago he gave me your cd and printed out the lyrics from “our song” from azlyrics.com. This will be the song I dance to at my wedding with pops. I thought I could pick up some tickets to a concert in NJ, NY, or PA for Christmas for the two of us. Though we have our issues, we love each other, and he would totally dig that gift. Thing is, you’re only playing University Park which is FAR. We would probably make the drive, but it makes me nervous still. Play closer. We need you bad over here in Dirty Jersey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a country girl at heart forever &amp; always.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I say buy the tickets darling. Their concerts are &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt;. I drove two hours to see them and it was worth every penny and every mile through the rain.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279187794</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279187794</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 13:30:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(via dirtyprettything)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuhum7BGP81qze11co1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://dirtyprettything.tumblr.com/"&gt;dirtyprettything&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279057694</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279057694</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:01:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>1 Corinthians 13: 4-7</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;1 Corinthians 13: 4-7&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know that this is one of the most known passages - but I’ve never understood it until now. I woke up this morning and this is the first thing I thought of. Before it was just a bunch of words that spoke nothing to me, because I did not know love or felt love like I should have; the way love should always feel like. I think God is trying to restore the faith that I am currently lacking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is not much that is going “right” in my life at this point. At least I have a few things (more like people) to help me stay strong as I possibly can. I am blessed with amazing people. There were a few problems in some of the relationships with my family, friends, and with the boyfriend — but patience, honesty and understanding were the medicine that cured it all. If you &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; something to work, you have to &lt;b&gt;make&lt;/b&gt; it work. Nothing in life comes easy. I gotta make this work. I gotta make this work. I gotta make this work.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279008209</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/279008209</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 10:05:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Day Off</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I call myself a documenter because I take pictures of everything that goes on in my life. Especially when going on dates or just hanging out with some friends. I’m usually all about pictures and capturing the smiles. I do this because sometimes I forget how happiness feels like, so I always look back to be reminded, but last night… I was too busy living in the moment and not behind my camera.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night I picked up Anna from work and watched Glee on my bed while eating bean dip with pita chips. It just feels so good to reunite and spend time with the people/person who matters. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed having my house be the place to be because all my friends felt comfortable here and that I’d cook for them. As I was making sammiches for Anna she said, “just like old times”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m so tired of people pushing people away before they push themselves away from me. I’ve got good people in my life, who’ll be there. I should just let them be. Promise. I’ll be better. Promise. I promise to not sulk as often. I promise. I promise I’ll try.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/277763554</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/277763554</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 13:06:45 -0500</pubDate><category>depression</category></item><item><title>I want that bed. (via sweethomestyle)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kudgqkSk8J1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want that bed. (via &lt;a href="http://sweethomestyle.tumblr.com/"&gt;sweethomestyle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275795327</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275795327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 01:47:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(via loveyourchaos)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kudavvQ5Mm1qzb7gjo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://loveyourchaos.tumblr.com/"&gt;loveyourchaos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275709906</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275709906</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:31:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see..."</title><description>“Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frigthened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jamaica Kincaid, Annie John (1983)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275661892</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275661892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:53:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"An individual doesn’t get cancer, a family does."</title><description>“An individual doesn’t get cancer, a family does.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge (1991)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275631827</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275631827</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:29:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It Won't</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There should be boundaries in our relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am your daughter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not your friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not the one you should run to with every problem you face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes. Family is suppose to stick together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But, I can’t pick sides.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t carry the world on my shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t have you depending on me for every little thing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s as if you can’t do anything by yourself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The thing that hurts is… that you know all this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know how much I can take.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’re being selfish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You use my arms for hugs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You use my ears for your complaints and struggles.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You use my time to get what you need to get done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have used every little ounce of hope that things will get better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It won’t.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275191125</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275191125</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:02:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is a difference between depression and sorrow - sorrowful, you are in great trouble because..."</title><description>“There is a difference between depression and sorrow - sorrowful, you are in great trouble because something matters so much; depressed, you are miserable because nothing really matters.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;J.E Buc krose, “Depression,” What I Have Gathered (1923)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275060024</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/275060024</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:06:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>shelikestodance:(via fashionising)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku84k9Zpvm1qa7a6lo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelikestodance.tumblr.com/post/274907935/via-fashionising"&gt;shelikestodance&lt;/a&gt;:(via &lt;a href="http://www.fashionising.com/pictures/p--Vogue-UK-March-2009-Chocks-Away-Lily-Donaldson-2197-27098.html"&gt;fashionising&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274955747</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274955747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:20:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I do</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I haven’t done my best.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I give up after one try.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes nothing and everything matters at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The unknown seems more appealing than the now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’d give it all up, including you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Heart vs. head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Head vs. heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No matter who versus who…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the end all I need is a brand new start.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day at a time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I try to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Little less thinking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;More feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ll do right by me for you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No matter how much I don’t think I need you…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274379203</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274379203</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:19:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong."</title><description>“Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Vita Sackville-West&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274014774</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/274014774</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 21:33:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, and I’m not..."</title><description>“I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, and I’m not sad because I have it no longer.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Collette, The Last of Cherie (1926)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273698790</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273698790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:40:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Bokeh Effects in Web Design</title><description>&lt;a href="http://spyrestudios.com/bokeh-effect-examples-tutorials/"&gt;Bokeh Effects in Web Design&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://influent.tumblr.com/"&gt;influent&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;love bokeh!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273581159</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273581159</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 16:00:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself…
Trying to get into the...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VNx78SAq8M&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VNx78SAq8M&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trying to get into the mood for work by playing this full blast.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273572031</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273572031</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 15:52:13 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>99 problems (via spareunderthemat)(via stammy)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuan3sES1N1qzzc9so1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;99 problems (via &lt;a href="http://spareunderthemat.tumblr.com/post/273434422/jayz-tiger-woods-99-problems"&gt;spareunderthemat&lt;/a&gt;)(via &lt;a href="http://stammy.com/post/273409822/jayz-tiger-woods-99-problems"&gt;stammy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273442503</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/273442503</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 13:33:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I've got that sweet wanderlust running through my veins. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Only thing that keeps me going is the fact that I will explore every God given road to my internal peace.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/272915317</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/272915317</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 02:30:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I’ve tried. (via staree)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku9q534Oj51qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve tried. (via &lt;a href="http://staree.tumblr.com/"&gt;staree&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/272832211</link><guid>http://bookhungry.tumblr.com/post/272832211</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:04:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
