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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>Mange de la merde! Everyone’s killer! Music and books are my only passions</description><title>Sylvia Francis</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @sylviafrancis)</generator><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Her apathy was like a membrane that covered everything, but that has been fading."</title><description>“Her apathy was like a membrane that covered everything, but that has been fading.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53188805979</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53188805979</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:27:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy."</title><description>“As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53155827747</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53155827747</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:50:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"But utopias don’t exist, of course, anywhere in any world."</title><description>“But utopias don’t exist, of course, anywhere in any world.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53151283812</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53151283812</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:47:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Our personalities and worldviews were very different, but for some reason we got along."</title><description>“Our personalities and worldviews were very different, but for some reason we got along.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53150526152</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53150526152</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:36:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Aren’t I just proposing the wild hypothesis of parallel words as a way of justify my own..."</title><description>“Aren’t I just proposing the wild hypothesis of parallel words as a way of justify my own madness?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53150168602</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/53150168602</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:30:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I Am Sam (2001)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Rita: Every morning, I wake up and I fail.&lt;br/&gt;
And I look around, and everybody&lt;br/&gt;
seems to be pulling it off…&lt;br/&gt;
but somehow I can’t…&lt;br/&gt;
no matter how hard I try.&lt;br/&gt;
Somehow…l’ll never be enough.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52904359029</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52904359029</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:36:32 -0400</pubDate><category>i am sam</category><category>movie</category><category>drama</category></item><item><title>"felt like a lonely castaway on the open sea."</title><description>““felt like a lonely castaway on the open sea.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami, 1Q84&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52825775743</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52825775743</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 21:05:40 -0400</pubDate><category>haruki murakami</category></item><item><title>queeninacoma:

Edward Scissorhands</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4bea148deb20d2f5833b06373ba9fd58/tumblr_mo7d67R4S11racrwfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queeninacoma.tumblr.com/post/52667622067/edward-scissorhands" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;queeninacoma&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52671857490</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52671857490</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 21:24:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a6eeee0865a374dbb3b8d34c935e8ebc/tumblr_mo5i03vpzL1r3hzhuo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52585996176</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52585996176</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 20:14:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing."</title><description>“When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Octavia E. Butler, Fledgling (via &lt;a href="http://rabbitinthemoon.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;rabbitinthemoon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52539656299</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52539656299</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 08:22:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Anathema - Looking Outside Inside</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Looking outside inside, craving for something Hoping for anything, I&amp;#8217;ll believe in anything &lt;br/&gt;
Who has eyes that see, who wants to believe? In something, in anything, in one thing, in freedom&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52532500857</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52532500857</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 05:52:33 -0400</pubDate><category>anathema</category></item><item><title>أسامة غريب - أفتوكالايزو ..</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/caa56d65f3fc92481041ace3350e67a9/tumblr_mo0stxJTqV1r3hzhuo1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;أسامة غريب - أفتوكالايزو ..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52372908775</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52372908775</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 07:37:00 -0400</pubDate><category>أسامة غريب</category></item><item><title>Secretary (2002)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lee: Each cut, each scar, each burn, a different mood or time. I told him what the first one was, told him where the second one came from. I remembered them all. And for the first time in my life I felt beautiful. Finally part of the earth. I touched the soil and he loved me back.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52332555834</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52332555834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 18:41:31 -0400</pubDate><category>secretary</category><category>film</category><category>independent film</category><category>steven shainberg</category><category>maggie gyllenhaal</category></item><item><title>Secretary (2002)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lee:&amp;#8217; In one way or another I’ve always suffered. I didn’t know why exactly. But I do know that I’m not so scared of suffering now. I feel more than I’ve ever felt and I’ve found someone to feel with. To play with. To love in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers too. And that I want to love him.&amp;#8217;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52331534567</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52331534567</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 18:36:01 -0400</pubDate><category>secretary</category><category>movie</category><category>quotes</category><category>maggie gyllenhaal</category><category>film</category><category>independent film</category><category>steven shainberg</category></item><item><title>Winona Ryder, Girl Interrupted (1999)

” Have you ever...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f8e60d7d42331603a3675d588b92f5b0/tumblr_mnw3x9gble1r3hzhuo1_r4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winona Ryder, Girl Interrupted (1999)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;” Have you ever confused&lt;br/&gt;
a dream with life?&lt;br/&gt;
Or stolen something&lt;br/&gt;
when you have the cash?&lt;br/&gt;
Have you ever been blue?&lt;br/&gt;
Or thought your train moving&lt;br/&gt;
while sitting still?&lt;br/&gt;
Maybe l was just crazy. &lt;br/&gt;
Or maybe l was just a girl…&lt;br/&gt;
… interrupted.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52171620931</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/52171620931</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 18:33:32 -0400</pubDate><category>winona ryder</category><category>girl interrupted</category><category>cigarette</category><category>smoke</category><category>books</category><category>photo</category><category>quotes</category><category>blue</category><category>have you ever</category><category>crazy</category><category>drama film</category><category>mental</category></item><item><title>"The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the..."</title><description>““The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kate Chopin, The Awakening  (via &lt;a href="http://rabbitinthemoon.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;rabbitinthemoon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51954905571</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51954905571</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2013 04:41:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8b7c34154abf905b47aaf15c3f531766/tumblr_mm73ce8WCz1r9qb57o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51877051654</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51877051654</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 08:19:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Song of the Birds (Short 1935)</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8FDdIMti2U0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Song of the Birds (Short 1935)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51739554199</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51739554199</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 15:08:22 -0400</pubDate><category>the song of the birds</category><category>film</category><category>animation</category><category>birds</category><category>short</category></item><item><title>Mary and Max</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Max: Dr Bernard Hazelhof also said that everyone&amp;#8217;s lives are like a very long sidewalk. Some are well paved. Others, like mine, have cracks, banana skins and cigarette butts. Your sidewalk is like mine but probably not as many cracks. Hopefully, one day our sidewalks will meet and we can share a can of condensed milk. You are my best friend. You are my only friend.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51636947068</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51636947068</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2013 07:28:06 -0400</pubDate><category>mary and max</category></item><item><title>Mary and Max</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Max: There is one thing I wish I could change, however. I wish I could cry properly. I squeeze and squeeze but nothing&amp;#8230;comes out. I cry when I cut onions but this does not count.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51635766703</link><guid>http://sylviafrancis.tumblr.com/post/51635766703</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2013 07:19:05 -0400</pubDate><category>mary and max</category><category>cry</category></item></channel></rss>
