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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>~”A poem in never finished, only abandoned.” -Paul Valery</description><title>"A Vampire Heart"</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @angelfeet19)</generator><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"You are still young, free…Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about..."</title><description>“You are still young, free…Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jhumpa Lahiri, &lt;em&gt;The Namesake&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://bookmania.me/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;bookmania&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/33984037050</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/33984037050</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 16:49:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>What am I thinking? Can u tell what emotion I display??</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc7oa5KfdT1rqaopvo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I thinking? Can u tell what emotion I display??&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/33983586949</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/33983586949</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 16:41:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Langston Hughes, "Harlem"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sharingpoetry.tumblr.com/post/23713428861/langston-hughes-harlem"&gt;sharingpoetry&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What happens to a dream deferred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Does it dry up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;like a raisin in the sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or fester like a sore—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Does it stink like rotten meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or crust and sugar over—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;like a syrupy sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe it just sags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;like a heavy load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or does it explode?&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;(submitted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://potatonutx.tumblr.com/"&gt;potatonutx&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/23787792603</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/23787792603</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 04:17:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46hwxAr8w1qfas6bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46hwxAr8w1qfas6bo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The kiss of death.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Petó de la Mort &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;in Catalan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;El beso de la muerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/23787748484</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/23787748484</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 04:15:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the..."</title><description>“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;George Eliot&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/21704066106</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/21704066106</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 01:28:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"To guide someone
through the halls of hell
is not the same as love."</title><description>“To guide someone&lt;br/&gt;
through the halls of hell&lt;br/&gt;
is not the same as love.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Gregory Orr, from “When Eurydice Saw Him”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/21487356562</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/21487356562</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 04:00:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>bookmania:

from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0vgzsnJV11qdo62to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bookmania.me/post/19286453931/from-the-thirteenth-tale-by-diane-setterfield"&gt;bookmania&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;from &lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;/em&gt; by Diane Setterfield&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19334788224</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19334788224</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 01:10:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most..."</title><description>“The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nicollecamille.tumblr.com/"&gt;nicollecamille&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19334628306</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19334628306</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 01:05:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude..."</title><description>“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Louise Erdrich, &lt;em&gt;The Painted Drum&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bookmania.me/"&gt;bookmania&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285245292</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285245292</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 05:10:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is..."</title><description>“It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://philphys.tumblr.com/"&gt;philphys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285201186</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285201186</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 05:08:02 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sharing Poetry: Janine Alyssa Navarro, "Dance of the Last Phantoms"</title><description>&lt;a href="http://sharingpoetry.tumblr.com/post/19218248819/janine-alyssa-navarro-dance-of-the-last-phantoms"&gt;Sharing Poetry: Janine Alyssa Navarro, "Dance of the Last Phantoms"&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sharingpoetry.tumblr.com/post/19218248819/janine-alyssa-navarro-dance-of-the-last-phantoms"&gt;sharingpoetry&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f14px fntAri clr333333"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To what do these lungs demand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;These fingers sense a certain grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;With every shiver of your grotesque gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paints patent traces of life and its vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;The lipstick upon this weary cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sketches back to the soulless faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And broken stories of song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vibrant and floral salvation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285166694</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285166694</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 05:05:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every..."</title><description>“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hermann Hesse, &lt;em&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://philphys.tumblr.com/"&gt;philphys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285048902</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/19285048902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 04:58:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>gaywrites:

Brandon Morgan, the Marine in this photo, says of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m03fnyZ3Jq1qcqoybo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gaywrites.org/post/18448518168/brandon-morgan-the-marine-in-this-photo-says-of"&gt;gaywrites&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brandon Morgan, the Marine in this photo, says of its viral popularity:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;To everyone who has responded in a positive way. My partner and I want to say thank you. Dalan, the giant in the photo, can’t believe how many shares and likes we have gotten on this. We didn’t do this to get famous,or something like that we did this cause after 3 deployments and four years knowing each other, we finally told each other how we felt. As for the haters, let em hate…to quote Kat Williams, everyone needs haters, so let them hate. We are the happiest we have ever been and as for the whole PDA and kissing slash hugging in uniform…it was a homecoming, if the Sergeants Major, Captains, Majors, and Colonels around us didn’t care…then why do you care what these random people have to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perfection. &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/27/us-marine-kissing-his-boyfriend-photo_n_1303848.html?ref=gay-voices"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18487722233</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18487722233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 02:20:33 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"Accept everything about yourself—I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the..."</title><description>“Accept everything about yourself—I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end—no apologies, no regrets.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Clark Moustakas&lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gaywrites.org/"&gt;gaywrites&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18487547135</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18487547135</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 02:11:01 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Another Life</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have always wondered who or what I was in my past life, or who or what I would want to be in another life if it was possible. The are so many possibilities to what it could be but my choice is supposedly the inevitable&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;#8220;The little Mermaid&amp;#8221; has been and always will be my all time favorite classic as a kid. I have always wanted to be a mermaid. Yes, it might be a silly way to wanna be but if it was possible then I would find a way to be so cause I wouldn&amp;#8217;t see it any other way. During the summer I am constantly around water and always pretend I&amp;#8217;m on adventures in the water. Finding and searching that of which has yet to be found by the men and women of today. A wide nation in length and depth and the ending of possibilities. But of course this is just silly, childish imagination. Reality always eventually takes whole and leaves us to continue to dream and put off out wishes and dreams for another day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I could ever make this dream possible I would, but the dreams that are real should not be ignored by those who desire it in such ways as I do&amp;#8230;  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18433490884</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18433490884</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 05:20:45 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>criminalwisdom:

Vancouver’s First Pot Trafficking Bust • May...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzm3ffgXAK1qaz1hso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://criminalwisdom.com/post/18428072884/vancouvers-first-pot-trafficking-bust-o-may"&gt;criminalwisdom&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vancouver’s First Pot Trafficking Bust • May 12 1939&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Via &lt;a href="http://pasttensevancouver.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/vancouvers-first-pot-trafficking-bust/" title="Past Tense Vancouver"&gt;Past Tense Vancouver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18430883031</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18430883031</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 02:40:39 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Growing up I had to come up with many different ways to uplift my bad mood. Because of the way I was raised, I was not allowed to show a lot of emotion or voice my opinion so I kept a lot of things bottled up inside. I would seclude myself inside my bedroom and do not so healthy things to release my anger. So I took steps on finding hobbies that kept my mind busy if I was not in such a good mood.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Three things I can say that help the most. Reading. writing. and listening to music. When I entered my ninth grade year in high school I started to explore more variety of books that caught my eye. Which turned out to be the modern days fantasy romances. The first book that started it all was “Twilight” and the rest of its saga by: Stephanie Meyer”. I instantly fell in love and couldn’t get enough of the romantic side of the supernatural. I have a good-sized library going on and when I need an escape from the world I turn to my beloved supernatural novels.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I’m undertaking a hard obstacle in life and I cannot seem to rid it from thought I enjoy taken the time to put it into words and write it down on paper. I love to write and any subject a person such as a teacher would like me to write about, I can do it. I’m a very deep thinker and I analyze everything, along with so many ideas to voice. My favorite way of writing is poetry. I started to write poems at 13 when I hit a depression, but what 13 year old doesn’t? As of today I have over 150 poems written and once I have my career under way I hope to publish them and show young girls that it’s good to be wise while growing up and that there is no one alone in the world. Poems are my personal frustration with the world and I put that frustration down as a release. If one cannot understand what meaning my poems have, well then at least I know and it makes me feel better in the end.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My all-time favorite way of putting myself into a better mood is turning up the music I love to listen to. I don’t care if it’s country, rap, dance, or rock… I love it all! Music is truly soul deep and helps the heart in so many ways. I appreciate all kinds of music and the musicians who put all their time, money, tears. blood, and sweat into their lyrics. What would life be like if there was no music? I would say, very dull. Not a world I would want to live in. I play the flute and piccolo and have since I was 11. My life has always been about music and the joy it brings to everyone. I’m constantly looking for new music and I always make sure to share and take joy in the old ones too. If I’m down I just crank the volume up and jam my little heart out until I have a better hold on my problems and in the end hopefully fill it back up with nothing but a cheerful spirit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So whether it be reading, writing, or just jamming to music on the radio, there are so many peaceful and safe ways to put yourself into a better mood. All it takes is a little open-minded imagination.   &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18375504143</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18375504143</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 05:14:20 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Gotye ft. Kimbra</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY"&gt;Gotye ft. Kimbra&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;New Modern Alternative and great break up song. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374720328</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374720328</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 04:24:28 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sulfur" #130</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows that cloak my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The veil that barely brushes my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shudders up and down my spine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fire that burns underneath the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contained like sulfur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence is never broken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clutching my burning stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blue flames Ignite my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I channel my thoughts for the night to hear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night to hear alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot escape this fate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these shadows calling my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensing the essences of death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craving for my last breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My nostrils burn and my throat closes up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head throbbing, my mouth so parched &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Striving to bare this enough&amp;#8230;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caused from the Sulfur that has overcome my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Piper Knight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374632198</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374632198</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 04:18:00 -0600</pubDate><category>One of my originals</category></item><item><title>"The strongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness"</title><description>“The strongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://philphys.tumblr.com/"&gt;philphys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374333057</link><guid>http://angelfeet19.tumblr.com/post/18374333057</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 03:58:19 -0600</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
