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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></description><title>...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @mistuhmarley)</generator><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s a strange thing to feel such pessimism and optimism at the same time.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a strange thing to feel such pessimism and optimism at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/50470040739</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/50470040739</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 19:54:45 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>must laugh</title><description>&lt;p&gt;must laugh&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/50148145769</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/50148145769</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 23:12:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I want to live in seclusion.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want to live in seclusion.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/49162231427</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/49162231427</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:57:55 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>By Gary Provost</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/45711405935</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/45711405935</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:42:07 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>sometimesagreatnotion:

This is important.
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/36b46ad6610cb48a07b2e3a4adc7f3ef/tumblr_mife3jRcUG1qzbrt3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sometimesagreatnotion.tumblr.com/post/43575526973/this-is-important"&gt;sometimesagreatnotion&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This is important.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/43633987900</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/43633987900</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 00:12:18 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I’ve told this story before but it had a huge impact on my outlook of life. I used to work at..."</title><description>“I’ve told this story before but it had a huge impact on my outlook of life. I used to work at a group home for adults with mental disabilities. One woman in particular was just a genuine angel. Always positive, outgoing, friendly, hard-working, and just absolutely a pleasure to be around. One time we were at the store and these two teenage boys started laughing at her and whispering loudly about the retard. I was getting furious but she just turned to me and asked if I wanted a bag of skittles. When we left the store I mentioned how well she handled herself. She just looked over at me and grinned and said: “I could see you getting mad. I thought maybe skittles would make you feel better.” She’s got a far better grasp of how to live than I ever will.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Username: Gnork, Reddit.com&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/40574874687</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/40574874687</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 19:37:31 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>There&amp;#8217;s not much I&amp;#8217;ve ever asked of you, but if you exist, help him out.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s not much I&amp;#8217;ve ever asked of you, but if you exist, help him out.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39831749846</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39831749846</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2013 04:19:38 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>On a scale of 1-10, how much of a 10 is your girlfriend?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;She’s an 11. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39559557621</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39559557621</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2013 03:19:41 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I am slowly driving myself insane.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am slowly driving myself insane.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39301474391</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39301474391</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 04:38:06 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>A much better form of stress relief than playing games.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A much better form of stress relief than playing games.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39117247701</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/39117247701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2012 01:26:50 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Was procrastinating on my essay, when suddenly..</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/cd39ea308e09229b3dd6f32847170318/tumblr_meysoyhNuY1qcj88wo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was procrastinating on my essay, when suddenly..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37824388775</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37824388775</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 02:19:46 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Self fulfilling prophecy, self condemning prophecy.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Self fulfilling prophecy, self condemning prophecy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37518304930</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37518304930</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 17:28:53 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>The Alchemist</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wise man talked to everybody, and the young man had to wait for two hours until it was time for his audience.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With considerable patience, the Sage listened attentively to the reason for the boy’s visit, but told him that at that moment he did not have the time to explain to him the Secret of Happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He suggested that the young man take a stroll around his palace and come back in two hours’ time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“However, I want to ask you a favor,” he added, handling the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. “While you walk, carry this spoon and don’t let the oil spill.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The young man began to climb up and down the palace staircases, always keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. At the end of two hours he returned to the presence of the wise man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So,” asked the sage, “did you see the Persian tapestries hanging in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Embarrassed, the young man confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So, go back and see the wonders of my world,” said the wise man. “You can’t trust a man if you don’t know his house.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art that hung from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around the palace, the delicacy of the flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed in its niche. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail all that he had seen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But where are the two drops of oil that I entrusted to you?” asked the sage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Looking down at the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled the oil.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, that is the only advice I have to give you,” said the sage of sages. “The Secret of Happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37322982365</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/37322982365</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2012 00:19:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>neurolove:

An important thing to keep in mind is that while...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdj850RB471qb6etto1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://neurolove.tumblr.com/post/35773073887/an-important-thing-to-keep-in-mind-is-that-while"&gt;neurolove&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;An important thing to keep in mind is that while split brain patients have divided abilities, those are not present in people who have an intact corpus callosum. These split brain studies led to the ideas of left or right brained people, which isn’t really a thing.  We use both sides of our brain, all the time, seamlessly.  I’m going to direct you to a great article in the Yale Scientific Magazine about this myth: &lt;a href="http://www.yalescientific.org/2012/04/left-brain-right-brain-an-outdated-argument/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yalescientific.org/2012/04/left-brain-right-brain-an-outdated-argument/"&gt;http://www.yalescientific.org/2012/04/left-brain-right-brain-an-outdated-argument/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An excerpt: &lt;em&gt;“I am definitely a left-brained person — I am not very artistic.” How many times have we characterized ourselves as either left-brained and logical people or right-brained and creative people? This popular myth, which conjures up an image of one side of our brains crackling with activity while the other lies dormant, has its roots in outdated findings from the 1970s, and it seems to imply that humans strongly favor using one hemisphere over the other. More recent findings have shown that although there are indeed differences between the hemispheres, they may not be as clear-cut as we once thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our personalities and abilities are not determined by favoring one hemisphere over the other — that much is certain. Many other functions, however, such as response to danger and language generation, are lateralized in the brain. Researchers hypothesize that these differences arose from early vertebrates. Originally, it seems that the right hemisphere began to respond more quickly to danger. In fact, when we are suddenly confronted by a dangerous stimulus, we will respond more quickly with our left hand, which is controlled by the right hemisphere. The left hemisphere, on the other hand, has developed to handle more common, routine tasks, such as feeding and hand control. Since this hemisphere controls the right hand, a strong right-handed preference has arisen in most of us, providing one explanation of why most people are right-hand dominant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36403538238</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36403538238</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 19:56:43 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sorrow and suffering cut deep grooves in the soul, and these are for joy to fill. Without these..."</title><description>“Sorrow and suffering cut deep grooves in the soul, and these are for joy to fill. Without these grooves - those pits and scars of the pain of existence - joy just slips right off a person like melting butter on a tipped skillet.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dr. Ambrose Delasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://myhusbandstumor.tumblr.com/"&gt;myhusbandstumor&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36201420735</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36201420735</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 01:16:10 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I told myself, that I ain&amp;#8217;t planning on letting up easily.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I told myself, that I ain&amp;#8217;t planning on letting up easily.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36122074670</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/36122074670</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2012 21:21:56 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh what I&amp;#8217;d give to be able to slow the passage of time.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh what I&amp;#8217;d give to be able to slow the passage of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35765616956</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35765616956</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 00:40:27 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>My Girlfriend</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cool.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35429777463</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35429777463</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 12:43:47 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not..."</title><description>“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Greene, Looking for Alaska&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35382504442</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35382504442</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2012 19:24:05 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>sisonnnrubyy:

♥
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o7_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o8_r2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o9_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk2wx3DUr1qh2x48o10_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sisonnnrubyy.tumblr.com/post/35139332418"&gt;sisonnnrubyy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35158692651</link><guid>http://mistuhmarley.tumblr.com/post/35158692651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 15:33:30 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
