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JACKIE: Wait. So Alex is the runaway bride?ALEX:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o7_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o8_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9ok2nnUd1qzmd32o9_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://elenitahb.tumblr.com/post/12509698770/jackie-wait-so-alex-is-the-runaway-bride-alex"&gt;elenitahb&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACKIE&lt;/strong&gt;: Wait. So Alex is the runaway bride?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, jailbait, I am the runway bride, and I ruined everything for everybody. And I don’t know what to tell you except that two minutes before I’m supposed to walk out there, Jane’s talking to me about pre-pregnancy cleanses and moving to the suburbs- I don’t- I don’t have an excuse except for the fact that… I freaked out, okay?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVE&lt;/strong&gt;: Really great bridesmaid work, Jane.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: You know, Dave, if a few sentences can make a girl run out of your wedding, you weren’t really on solid ground in the first place.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVE&lt;/strong&gt;: You’re not on solid ground!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAX&lt;/strong&gt;: Not your best comeback, bro.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Come on, everybody! Chill, all right? Todd must think we’re &lt;em&gt;meshugenah&lt;/em&gt;! Did I say that right, Pen? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Yep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Right context?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh-huh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Because you’re Jewish.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Look, Alex, honey, just calm down.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Have some water.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh, mm…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you. [&lt;em&gt;she drinks and spits&lt;/em&gt;] What the hell? This is all vodka!&lt;br/&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Brad looks at Jane&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: What? Waiter!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Jane, you’re drinking?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: No. You’re drinking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAX&lt;/strong&gt;: Night of a thousand comebacks!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: What about our cleanse? I’ve had pure evil coming out of both ends of my body for three weeks, and you’re drinking vodka?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m sorry! I just… I.. I don’t know. I… I don’t want to have a baby right now, okay? I did when I thought Alex and Dave were gonna have one and lived next door, and we were all gonna be happy together, but now it’s just gonna be us out there in the suburbs, all alone, slowly giving up. Five years later, I’m rocking butchy mom hair and dreaming about driving my burgundy windstar through a farmer’s market. And Max is living in Santa Fe with a furniture dealer named Robin. Is it a girl? Is it a guy? I don’t know! I don’t know ‘cause we haven’t spoken in five years! And then I run into Penny at… at… at Todd’s memorial. Oh yeah, he died, but not in a fire, in a charity bike-a-thon for families of dead firemen. Sorry, dude, rough twist. And Penny and I don’t even recognize each other because I haven’t seen her since her 30th birhtday party!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: 26th.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE&lt;/strong&gt;: And it’s all your fault, Alex! [&lt;em&gt;she leaves&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAD&lt;/strong&gt;: Well. That’s what happens when you drink vodka on a stomach full of cabbage juice. Give me that. Hey, meat. [&lt;em&gt;he follows Jane&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVE&lt;/strong&gt;: Nice work, Al. You’re the Michael Jordan of destroying friendships.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, you’re the Michael Jordan of banging underage sluts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACKIE&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m 18, slut. And who’s Michael Jordan? God, your friends are all so inmature. [&lt;em&gt;she leaves&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br/&gt; [&lt;em&gt;The waiters appear carrying a birthday cake and singing ‘Happy Birthday’&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAX&lt;/strong&gt;: [&lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt;] Happy 26th birthday, Penny. Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODD&lt;/strong&gt;: Wait. Are you 30 or are you 26?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m 30 and I’m a Catholic and I’m gonna die alone in a light-up Christmas sweater, talking to a menagerie of parrots.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Endings;&lt;/strong&gt; 1.01 - &lt;em&gt;Pilot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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(:
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&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;
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Happy Endings. DRAAAAAMA!
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&lt;p&gt;Happy Endings. DRAAAAAMA!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/34469884559</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/34469884559</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2012 01:56:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dave: Love your tattoo!&#13;</title><description>Dave: Love your tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl with 'Stay Grounded' Tattoo: It really just reminds me to stay grounded!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dave: That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl with 'Stay Grounded' Tattoo: What?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dave: I said I love staying grounded!</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/34469873527</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/34469873527</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2012 01:55:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Beyonce</title><description>&lt;a href="http://drinkify.org/Beyonce"&gt;The Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/300x300/37553791.png"/&gt;Sounds delicious&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/19788247007</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/19788247007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 13:41:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0sysfCZXU1r3xpxqo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/19788205386</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/19788205386</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 13:40:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Charmed?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Well, I guess everything is magic in its own way&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; a conversation between a father and his 7 year-old-son, in a short play called &amp;#8220;Airplane&amp;#8221;. Reading though the play this statement really caught my attention. If you look at the grand scheme of things, everything really is magical in its on way. Everything has its own way of doing things, and everyone has their special talents. I guess you can say that their talents are their magic, because how many people can do what one person does. Yeah she can dance like you, but does it come as naturally to her as it does to you? Or he can run, but as fast as you can? If you look at everything, everyone can do the same things, but can they do it just as good as you, or can you do it better? We all have our own &amp;#8220;magic&amp;#8221; that we all possess, you may not find it as easily as others do, or it may not be as prominent as you think. Just like your journey though life, you have to find your magic. You have to find you niche, and what you are good at. Don&amp;#8217;t give up on it either, because believe it or not, we all have something we are all good at. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18455911120</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18455911120</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 17:12:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Which Way Was I Supposed to Turn?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Can you fall out of love, can you prevent it, can you resist it? No, no and no. You can&amp;#8217;t stop what your heart wants and you can&amp;#8217;t stop what your heart desires. You can&amp;#8217;t stop what is meant to be. And you certainly can&amp;#8217;t stop where you are going. There are few decisions that you actually are making in your life. Think of your life as being set up like a spider web. Its already drawn out for you and all you have to do is decide what path you are going to take, and at each intersection if your going to turn left, right or straight. I mean if you look at it there are so many options that you could have chosen, which  school to go to, what friends your going to hang out with and what sports you like if any, and with ever one of those decisions it winds you down a different direction. And this applies to love. With each person you &amp;#8220;fall&amp;#8221; for you pick a different route. You get directed into a new place. Weather you fall for the jock, the band geek, or the prep, each one of these will bring you down a different path and a different situation. With these paths you will encounter new friends, new experiences and new roles. There is no stopping what happens to you in your &amp;#8220;road&amp;#8221; of life. Yes you can try and stop or prevent or forget for that matter what has happened or what is going to happen, but if it is meant to be, then you really can&amp;#8217;t stop it. No matter how hard your struggle is in your web, it was spun that way for a reason. How else are you supposed to become the person you are without some trail and error. So next time your life gets to be tough, just think how much stronger it is making you. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18406522984</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18406522984</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 19:23:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo1_r1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo5_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo6_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo9_r2_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo8_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo7_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhihep4371r8kt3bo4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18243433073</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18243433073</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 05:45:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>True Love</title><description>&lt;p&gt;To love or not to love, that is life&amp;#8217;s true question. I mean how are you truly supposed to know if you are supposed to be with someone unless you give it a shot. Do you want to live life as a closed book, one that hasn&amp;#8217;t been read, or an open on that has been read a million times. You can&amp;#8217;t stay closed for ever. Someone has to read you at least once. Or else how are you supposed to live. You can&amp;#8217;t say you have lived unless you have loved. The only difference between lived and loved is one letter. So why not take the chance. I mean that&amp;#8217;s what love is about taking a chance right? So why not. Put yourself out there, yes your going to get hurt, but that&amp;#8217;s what makes you grow as a person. You can&amp;#8217;t stop your self from getting hurt, and you can&amp;#8217;t stop yourself from falling in love, you can try, but you can&amp;#8217;t stop what your heart wants. You have to give love a shot, how else are you supposed to know what it feels like? How are you supposed to know what true happiness feels like. The spontaneity, the ecstasy, the joy of having someone care about you and love you the way you love them. So don&amp;#8217;t close yourself off, and don&amp;#8217;t be causation, yes you will get hurt yes you have been hurt, but its all apart of the journey. The journey to live.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18217859890</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18217859890</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 19:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyfcr1IuCy1qe1jrjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18215958615</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18215958615</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 19:05:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>To Dig or Not to Dig</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Why dig in a relationship, well why dig in general. Yes you will find what you were looking for, but is it truly what you wanted? I mean yes you went in looking for answers but are those the answers you wanted to find or hear? You can tell yourself yes the whole time but when it comes down to the facts, sometimes finding the answers only gets you hurt. And getting hurt is not what we want. We dig to protect ourselves from getting hurt, but in a round about way end up hurting ourselves even more. I mean it sounds ironic but its true. We dig to save ourselves, but end up hurting. Is this karma&amp;#8217;s way of saying &amp;#8220;trust the people you are with&amp;#8221; or is it just teaching yourself not to go snooping and looking for stuff that you shouldn&amp;#8217;t be. I&amp;#8217;ll admit, I&amp;#8217;ve gone looking for something that I thought would help give me closure or save myself from getting hurt, and ended up finding something that hurt me even more. So why do we dig, we know we are going to find something, but is that something what you want to find, or is it just something you think you are going to find. So yeah there are so many reasons to dig, but do they all have a good payoff? You be the judge. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18176169538</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/18176169538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 00:42:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzgjajCIss1ro3me0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/17678792446</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/17678792446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:15:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>&lt;3</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyr18vltg41ro3me0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16906906320</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16906906320</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 23:46:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm home alone.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thefreakumbey.tumblr.com/post/9243891223/im-home-alone"&gt;thefreakumbey&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queenbknowles.tumblr.com/post/9240710127"&gt;queenbknowles&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to start my concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p class="gone"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lmaogtfo.tumblr.com"&gt;More Laughs Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;jskajksajskjsa ALWAYS!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;OMG I DO THIS TOO! LMAOOO&lt;/p&gt;
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Beyonce &amp; Twins &lt;3 gorgeous 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce &amp; Twins &lt;3 gorgeous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16501321525</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16501321525</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 21:52:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Soooo good</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lycybf3S6T1ro3me0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooo good&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16463934663</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16463934663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 09:16:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Answers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It always feels good to have an answer. But are answers always what you want to hear. Some can be reallly good and others can be really bad. But its how you use your answer that is important.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16463846179</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16463846179</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 09:13:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly2ojubRu21qg28xto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16405835605</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16405835605</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:28:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable."</title><description>““Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;katniss everdeen&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16397031334</link><guid>http://arey0uthere.tumblr.com/post/16397031334</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:00:34 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
