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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>“Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.”
-Emily Dickinson</description><title>FindingOneself</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @nycieepie)</generator><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Out.of.Reach. </title><description>I paint a picture with the thoughts of my past.
Every inch of me remembers the way the light hit...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/43379600677</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/43379600677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 22:36:00 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>prose</category><category>personal</category></item><item><title>blixtsmile:

We all miss someone. I miss someone, all the time.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f705d5fbc9dc246ffadbcfa5266dfcf1/tumblr_mhthqtZ3Kq1s46ccdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://blixtsmile.tumblr.com/post/42450134943/we-all-miss-someone-i-miss-someone-all-the-time"&gt;blixtsmile&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We all miss someone. I miss someone, all the time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42547970616</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42547970616</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 19:00:43 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A burst of Artistic Disaster: Did you even ever love me?</title><description>A burst of Artistic Disaster: Did you even ever love me?: artisticveins:

hadn’t i already told you...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42220690795</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42220690795</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 14:51:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>dollsanddames:

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9e915cea93453131a5497ba46ff6a4fc/tumblr_mhlyryZG1X1s525hso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dollsanddames.tumblr.com/post/42121311698/marilyn-monroe-photographed-by-alfred-eisenstaedt"&gt;dollsanddames&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt (1953)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42123424614</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/42123424614</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 13:11:27 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/be53fde43385f94af9f071e500aae56a/tumblr_meuhlt6v861qmxiogo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/41668449534</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/41668449534</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 19:52:53 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>As our souls grow cold with winter’s tears,
We cover...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6a68ea217d0d492b223db53ace1fc53b/tumblr_mgsnqs3xVy1r8hagxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;As our souls grow cold with winter’s tears,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We cover ourselves up from our everyday fears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For one day we will become,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The person that we once ran from. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/40797644682</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/40797644682</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 16:54:28 -0700</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original content</category><category>creative writing</category><category>fear</category></item><item><title>"And neither the angels in heaven above, 
         Nor the demons down under the sea, 
   Can ever..."</title><description>“And neither the angels in heaven above, 
         Nor the demons down under the sea, 
   Can...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/40357232288</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/40357232288</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 12:35:52 -0700</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>love</category><category>pain</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>quote</category><category>Edgar Allan Poe</category></item><item><title>uncaged-and-free:

buttonbox:

“You want to know what happiness...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgnbg9n4YW1qaecyko1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://uncaged-and-free.tumblr.com/post/38695983844/buttonbox-you-want-to-know-what-happiness-is"&gt;uncaged-and-free&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://buttonbox.tumblr.com/post/28576784703/you-want-to-know-what-happiness-is-its-waking"&gt;buttonbox&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You want to know what happiness is? It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn’t get any better than this.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38705374832</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38705374832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 03:17:38 -0700</pubDate><category>love</category></item><item><title>There’s a point where death kisses your lips.
A sweet...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/52ade3ea10b7ba9facfba324f9ecae17/tumblr_mfh394Sqgv1r8hagxo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There’s a point where death kisses your lips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A sweet taste of afterlife.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Darkness oozes from your mouth; your soul. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gentle caress from your only lover. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38611648940</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38611648940</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:24:00 -0700</pubDate><category>fear</category><category>love</category><category>poetry</category><category>prose</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>writing</category><category>lost</category></item><item><title>"A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart in one..."</title><description>““A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38288481917</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/38288481917</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 23:15:00 -0700</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>love</category><category>Tennyson</category></item><item><title>Tears fall like rain.
Every drop a shadow;
A reflection.
Faces...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me6nuvMUpH1r8hagxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears fall like rain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every drop a shadow;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A reflection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Faces smile back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They laugh &amp; dance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These are the memories you miss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Memories that drain into a puddle,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the bottom of your feet. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/36722860017</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/36722860017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 22:42:31 -0700</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>original content</category><category>creative writing</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>poetry</category><category>hurt</category><category>memories</category><category>personal</category></item><item><title>"Beauty trickles downwards on my skin like that of raindrops falling from the blue abyss."</title><description>“Beauty trickles downwards on my skin like that of raindrops falling from the blue...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/28110134092</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/28110134092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2012 23:33:51 -0600</pubDate><category>original content</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>quote</category><category>poetry</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>beauty</category></item><item><title>My heart flutters to the beat of a thousand, migrating...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7negw5DD41r8hagxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart flutters to the beat of a thousand, migrating monarchs. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dazzling the sky with bright, vibrant dances. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every feeling lifts me higher, sending my soul into perpetual bliss. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/27889056584</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/27889056584</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 22:43:44 -0600</pubDate><category>love</category><category>prose</category><category>creative writing</category><category>original content</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>beauty</category></item><item><title>"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never..."</title><description>““Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/27609116231</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/27609116231</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 23:06:42 -0600</pubDate><category>hope</category><category>poetry</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>"Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them."</title><description>“Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.” - Edgar Allan Poe</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26749822502</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26749822502</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:41:09 -0600</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>quote</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>famous writer</category><category>truth</category><category>feeling</category></item><item><title>fuckyeahtattoos:

That’s my (r-chive) latest one. I got it...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5vk0uXIeM1qzabkfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fyeahtattoos.com/post/25925940056/thats-my-r-chive-latest-one-i-got-it-because"&gt;fuckyeahtattoos&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That’s my (&lt;a href="http://r-chive.tumblr.com/"&gt;r-chive&lt;/a&gt;) latest one. I got it because of my boyfriend and the way he makes me feel (we have a long distance relationship). I know we may not be together in 1/2/3 days/months/years but I don’t wanna ever forget that to love somebody so purely and passionately and to be loved back is the most fascinating and satisfying feeling you can ever experience. So it’s kind of a reminder to always look for that emotion and to not let go when you find it.&lt;br/&gt; Got it in Burlington, VT, by the amazing &lt;strong&gt;Fred Johnston&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.tat2phread.com/"&gt;check him out&lt;/a&gt;) in July, 2011. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is truly what life should be all about. I admire your passion. *hearts*&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26053041767</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26053041767</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 23:01:14 -0600</pubDate><category>Tattoos</category><category>love</category><category>passion</category><category>belief</category><category>reblogged</category><category>submission</category></item><item><title>Uncertain Future. </title><description>My naked toes lie buried in earth&amp;#8217;s soft skin.
Ahead of me I glance through eyes that...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26048593672</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/26048593672</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 21:47:00 -0600</pubDate><category>original content</category><category>personal</category><category>self discovery</category><category>future</category><category>destiny</category><category>prose</category><category>creative writing</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>uncertainty</category><category>fear</category></item><item><title>DOUBT EATS AT ME.

Doubt clogs my eyes with regretful...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5yh8kpksq1r8hagxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBT EATS AT ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Doubt clogs my eyes with regretful tears. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Each one burning as every droplet cascades to the tile. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Liquid hits the floor,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;throwing doubt straight back to me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The way it clings to my flesh feels like disease. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’m harboring a decaying monster. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A monster that used to have my face. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/25562961396</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/25562961396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2012 01:09:55 -0600</pubDate><category>personal</category><category>lost</category><category>fear</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>regret</category><category>original content</category><category>creative writing</category><category>prose</category><category>writing</category><category>doubt</category></item><item><title>I walk through a field of dreams.
Each of them encompasses my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5wc5wv5jN1r8hagxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walk through a field of &lt;em&gt;dreams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each of them encompasses my blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spinning, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dazzling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trapping&lt;/strong&gt; me like a revolving door. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I press hard against the glass.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It does not budge. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am forever lost in my valley of dreams.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Left with no sure &lt;strike&gt;discovery&lt;/strike&gt; of self. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/25481801354</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/25481801354</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2012 21:25:08 -0600</pubDate><category>original content</category><category>prose</category><category>personal</category><category>self discovery</category><category>lost</category><category>dreams</category><category>writing</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Gentle Gaze</title><description>    I remember the room being a tent of blackness. Only the soft glow of the television provided us...</description><link>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/24046889112</link><guid>http://nycieepie.tumblr.com/post/24046889112</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 22:35:37 -0600</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>creative writing</category><category>original content</category><category>personal</category><category>love</category><category>heartstopping</category></item></channel></rss>
