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  })();</description><title>Capiche.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @capiche)</generator><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself."</title><description>“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Siddhārtha Gautama   (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://herseaofwords.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;herseaofwords&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50906365910</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50906365910</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 23:51:00 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Snuggly couch party for three</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/af25ac6e639f4ecb2a1ca2341be58728/tumblr_mn36avuGvd1qzyjnpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snuggly couch party for three&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50893171744</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50893171744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 17:32:55 +1000</pubDate><category>life</category><category>my children are awesome</category><category>madi</category><category>lucas</category><category>personal photos</category></item><item><title>katyfarina:

Vent scribbles.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/cd2cf165dc0e30612f9a25637c6aeb74/tumblr_mmcvr2S3xZ1qhuiaao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://katyfarina.tumblr.com/post/49744680707/vent-scribbles" target="_blank"&gt;katyfarina&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vent scribbles.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50874363312</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50874363312</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:44 +1000</pubDate><category>my life</category></item><item><title>Well that blew up in my face.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m still being blamed for his abuse, and apparently me taking action was just because &amp;#8216;I didn&amp;#8217;t like a few things I heard&amp;#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m so disgusted.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50813426704</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50813426704</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 21:51:48 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Swallowing my pride</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And trying to be an adult about things. Fuck, it&amp;#8217;s hard.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50811211078</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50811211078</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 20:57:56 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>It only took me 2 hours to work out</title><description>&lt;p&gt;But I can print wirelessly from my phone now.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes technology makes me feel so dumb.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50785076925</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50785076925</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 13:52:12 +1000</pubDate><category>sometimes</category></item><item><title>"It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to..."</title><description>“It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;L. R. Knost&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://petitpoulailler.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;petitpoulailler&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50774012672</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50774012672</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 11:12:05 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>I love lists</title><description>&lt;p&gt;- I had the best day today. A picnic in a beautiful big park with my babes and my someone. The weather was cool but the sky was so perfectly blue. I hope winter stays this way.&lt;br/&gt;
- My babies are in bed, sound asleep, and I’m snuggled on the lounge with my two year old nephew, who is enthralled in Monster Jam.&lt;br/&gt;
- I haven’t been able to spend much time on Tumblr in the last week or so and I miss it. I feel like I just float on here and like a few things and then have to go and do something else.&lt;br/&gt;
- All the drama in my life has finally died down. It has been a really disappointing time for me in some ways. When you’re subjected to psychological abuse so often it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that, if there is no physical evidence like bruises, people couldn’t give a shit what happens to you. Not many people understand that that kind of abuse is a terrible head fuck. You’re broken forever, in some ways. Even when you think you aren’t.&lt;br/&gt;
- In the same breath, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m in an amazing place right now. And I do keep remembering to stop and smell the roses and think, this is wonderful. And just taking the time to do that makes my mood so much brighter. I still have my days, my frustrations, and my problems haven’t completely disappeared, but my outlook is clearer and I am free to enjoy so much more now. Thats what it really comes down to; I’m free. &lt;br/&gt;
- I’m still sore from the accident. Sore back, wrists, shoulders and neck. It sucks but it could have been worse. I’m so thankful Lucas was not harmed at all.&lt;br/&gt;
- Since things have been better, I’ve had this strong urge to record my memories more. I’m not sure exactly why, maybe it’s because I want to remember how great things are. I’m taking photos of everything again, I’m going to post to Instagram more, and I’m going to start scrapbooking again. Scrapbooking can be a complete money suck and that, along with my relationship issues in the last few years, turned me right off it. It was pointless to me. But this time around I just want it simplified, basic supplies. I just want my memories and my babies memories put down in an attractive way, and I really need to focus my creative energy. I have a lot of it and I feel like I’m a bit stuck.&lt;br/&gt;
- I think I’m going to focus some of that creative energy here and update more since I’m trying to record these memories. I was in a funk where I thought my life was too mundane to post about but, mundane or not, it’s my life! I think it’s pretty awesome, anyway.&lt;br/&gt;
- Physically, I’m not feeling myself. Aside from injuries from the accident. Since its been cold, my skin is so dry. I haven’t been able to exercise in ages. I’m tired, and my energy levels are low. I haven’t been eating as good as I usually do. I’m slacking, and really I’m feeling it. Time to make some changes in that area.&lt;br/&gt;
- I’m really excited about The Great Gatsby coming out. I’m weary, because its one of my absolute favourite books, but I am hoping its great.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That was long. I’ve been keeping this all in way too long. I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50721393180</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50721393180</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 21:30:39 +1000</pubDate><category>life in lists</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>Scarecrows</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3362c4d9905a7d32dabebdf253130300/tumblr_mmzmhrCmfD1qzyjnpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scarecrows&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50717700611</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50717700611</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 19:32:15 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Not a bad day for a picnic!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9dd0fb5e27c98cd9884ceee72f3309c5/tumblr_mmzmhg68un1qzyjnpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a bad day for a picnic!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50717695673</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50717695673</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 19:32:04 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Look, I just want one…</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5d57f63a2be795cfd4c7730be2abbb3f/tumblr_mfpiqlapyh1rwww1jo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look, I just want one…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50675837854</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50675837854</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 07:13:42 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."</title><description>“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hafiz (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hanging-teeth.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;hanging-teeth&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643843868</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643843868</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 20:13:49 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1dfb85d5fc50920250e503c3a452ac7c/tumblr_mmx2u8y6TV1raqfvmo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643804246</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643804246</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 20:12:16 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>mynaughtythings:

fabforgottennobility:

Emma

asdfadsgfawefwsdas...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/aab397cd40a1d835c1600c30c2424758/tumblr_mmwjvvwA321qm86t3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mynaughtythings.tumblr.com/post/50601330344" target="_blank"&gt;mynaughtythings&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fabforgottennobility.tumblr.com/post/50587379500/emma" target="_blank"&gt;fabforgottennobility&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;asdfadsgfawefwsdas&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643707136</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643707136</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 20:08:33 +1000</pubDate><category>seriously.</category></item><item><title>suicideblonde:

Grace Kelly at the 1955 Cannes Film Festival
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/27ec46ccc8cb453bdae9db88d0d75449/tumblr_mmtenceIpw1qz9qooo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://suicideblonde.tumblr.com/post/50582993652/grace-kelly-at-the-1955-cannes-film-festival" target="_blank"&gt;suicideblonde&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Grace Kelly at the 1955 Cannes Film Festival&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643205998</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50643205998</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 19:49:06 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/cb288f31ed5a09902ca8d72bec1c76ba/tumblr_mhcc8dzskR1rqd92do1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50640177576</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50640177576</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 17:46:45 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_50565179300" src="http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50565179300/audio_player_iframe/capiche/tumblr_mm33xc1cOI1s53mzx?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fcapiche%2F50565179300%2Ftumblr_mm33xc1cOI1s53mzx" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50565179300</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50565179300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:10:47 +1000</pubDate><category>music</category><category>matt corby</category></item><item><title>I'm not allowed to go to work</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Until my body stops hurting, because my job requires a lot of manual handling. Which sucks, because I love work and I only go two day a week. So I’m sitting in my mum’s precious car, thankfully they were able to let me use it while mine is assessed, waiting to go in to Madi’s school to get her then go and pick up Lucas. I just went shopping to get some new tights and I promised myself nothing else because I’m being a huge tight ass these days to save for some new furniture. I walked out with new tights, a new maxi skirt, 2 toy cars from the movie Cars for Lucas and a crayola scrapbook kit for Madi. I suck/am really good at shopping. I mean, it is still all technically within budget but it wasn’t necessary. Limp Bizkit’s ‘My Way’ was just on the radio and I remembered when it came out that my friends dubbed it my ‘anthem’ because it reflected my personality. The funny thing is, I was rarely that feisty so I don’t think it was entirely accurate (although when I was, all hell broke loose). And it’s now time for me to make a move and get my baby girl, so here ends this strange train of thought.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50557681895</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50557681895</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 14:52:33 +1000</pubDate><category>weird</category><category>my brain</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>skeletongarden:

“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0nmcdnxMe1rnvjdao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://skeletongarden.tumblr.com/post/49538882537" target="_blank"&gt;skeletongarden&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world” —Buddha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50443463092</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50443463092</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 07:04:44 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>The verdict is in</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Not concussed. Just bad whiplash and bruising which is possibly why the nausea.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And now, I sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50415720185</link><guid>http://capiche.tumblr.com/post/50415720185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 22:16:54 +1000</pubDate><category>and i am going to wake up with sore muscles too</category><category>yay</category></item></channel></rss>
