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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>this is where it all falls apart or comes together.</description><title>To the Left of Ordinary</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @confessionsinprose)</generator><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me..."</title><description>“““My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.”””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; ابو عبدالله محمد بن إدريس (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://9940km.tumblr.com/"&gt;9940km&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53323006672</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53323006672</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:33:23 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m feeling extremely tired/lazy today. Gonna hang out in bed, finish cleaning up later, and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m feeling extremely tired/lazy today. Gonna hang out in bed, finish cleaning up later, and watch Bible Study online.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;womp womp.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53310495878</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53310495878</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:35:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I hate how sympathetic I am sometimes</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I hate how sympathetic I am sometimes&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53287746561</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53287746561</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:18:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>None of my close friends have had weddings or baby showers. Sigh. I&amp;#8217;m ready to be...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;None of my close friends have had weddings or baby showers. Sigh. I&amp;#8217;m ready to be somebody&amp;#8217;s bridesmaid or godmother. Grow up, you guyzzzzzzzz. Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53250044050</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53250044050</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:33:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to be hurt, either. It’s not a great place to be but what..."</title><description>“You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to be hurt, either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Junot Díaz, This is How You Lose Her (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://whatevsigotcookies.tumblr.com/"&gt;whatevsigotcookies&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53243246752</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53243246752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:00:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each others arms and I remember how the next..."</title><description>“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each others arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Junot Diaz, &lt;em&gt;This Is How You Lose Her&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://arrythmic.tumblr.com/"&gt;arrythmic&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53243138265</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53243138265</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:58:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
#at what point did i become squidward

the first gif is my life...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/53e98f15b71c212b9c03c7a1daa35cca/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/42095c76e1ce9e472b522adf5f3d9010/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/734fa5ea0c53160b32bad2a72e54c89d/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/fbb4b784ff7f182147a11ffbc1bfba32/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/58c19511a0dc90cd5e40a37343230e20/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9ab2a7a796e52c686d70031e6c1aa31/tumblr_mfxm9gwrS31r124uio6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tag" href="http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/at-what-point-did-i-become-squidward"&gt;#at what point did i become squidward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the first gif is my life though&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53123031241</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53123031241</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:13:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>In an effort to keep Father&amp;#8217;s Day holy, I will wash my own car today.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In an effort to keep Father&amp;#8217;s Day holy, I will wash my own car today.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53122789818</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53122789818</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:10:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m finally arriving at the point
where I realize that my biggest critic
and supporter is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m finally arriving at the point&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;where I realize that my biggest critic&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and supporter is God.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything I pen&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is a thank you letter to Him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stumble over my feet a lot&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I often feel like I’m on the wrong track,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but writing is the only time&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel God’s hands tugging on the strings of my heart&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;urging me to fly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robyn-LaShun-Redding/180472632007063"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robyn-LaShun-Redding/180472632007063&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53122188577</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53122188577</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:01:11 -0400</pubDate><category>robyn lashun</category><category>poetry</category><category>spoken word</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>facebook</category><category>freewrite</category><category>Christianity</category></item><item><title>Dear Daughter</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear daughter:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He will come to you,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;half shadow, half superman,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;pieces of his heart shoved into his back pocket,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the other parts of himself scattered&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;among the bones of past relationships.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He will wear insecurities&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;around his neck like gold chains,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tuck his thoughts under fitted  caps,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and hide “I love yous” beneath his tongue&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;like razor blades. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He will want to be everything and nothing like his father,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;wear manhood like a fedora&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he can take off and place on the back of the couch&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;when no one’s looking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He will kiss you until&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you can’t tell the difference&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;between vulnerability and virility.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even his tears will taste like testosterone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He will wrap himself around you like the leather belt&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;on the waist of the man he will always wish to hate,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;whisper in your ear and call you Home, but&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;deny you three times like Peter&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if you dare speak it aloud.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When he lays his pride out for you like a red carpet,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;remove your shoes and walk gently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are some men who have never seen the sun&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;bounce off the skin of a woman who loves them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They will see the glare,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but reject the luminance in your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53121738814</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53121738814</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:54:28 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>spoken word</category><category>robyn lashun</category><category>confessionsinprose</category><category>dear daughter</category><category>son</category><category>daughter</category><category>love</category><category>hashtag on hashtag on hashtag</category><category>manhood</category></item><item><title>All of my nerves are on end right now.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53007436167</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53007436167</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 02:33:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>confessionsinprose:

Devontavius McClain has been missing from...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/fe207ea2f1c1cf87022559e8c81c707a/tumblr_mm3q7mDKOA1qbd98ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/cbec37b269c38c27e2afb629b95a1ee8/tumblr_mm3q7mDKOA1qbd98ao2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/49336096059/devontavius-mcclain-has-been-missing-from-the"&gt;confessionsinprose&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Devontavius McClain has been missing from the Griffin, Georgia area for over a week. If you know anything about his whereabouts, please contact the number in the picture. Even if you’re not from Georgia or not familiar with the area, please reblog this picture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This could be your baby brother. This could be my baby brother. His family is very worried about him. Any help is appreciated. SIGNAL BOOST&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rest in peace, baby boy&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53007183872</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/53007183872</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 02:28:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>People are constantly quoting Elizabeth Gilbert on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram</title><description>&lt;p&gt;and pretending they wrote it. If I see one more person accept compliments in regards to &amp;#8220;people think your soulmate is your perfect fit&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Respect yo elders, foo&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52760236813</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52760236813</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 22:49:15 -0400</pubDate><category>she's an amazing writer</category><category>for real</category><category>stop biting</category><category>i'm just saying</category><category>i see yall</category><category>wade pool intellects</category></item><item><title>justshy:

confessionsinprose:

my grandma tried to make me remember someone by describing him as the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://justshy.tumblr.com/post/52742463563/confessionsinprose-my-grandma-tried-to-make-me"&gt;justshy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52741137494/my-grandma-tried-to-make-me-remember-someone-by"&gt;confessionsinprose&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my grandma tried to make me remember someone by describing him as the black boy with the round face and short hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;o_O&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Atleast she tried to describe him. My grandmother will flat out tell you “yousa lie, you do remember him”. Then I have to remind her I was born in 1986 and said person died or started a life sentence in 1983. And then she’ll laugh and say “that’s right”.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;lol. you gotta love grandmothers.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52752766423</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52752766423</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 21:06:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"All this time 
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison."</title><description>“All this time &lt;br/&gt;
I drank you like the cure when maybe&lt;br/&gt;
you were the poison.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Clementine von Radics (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hellanne.tumblr.com/"&gt;hellanne&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52742404385</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52742404385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 18:33:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my grandma tried to make me remember someone by describing him as the black boy with the round face...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;my grandma tried to make me remember someone by describing him as the black boy with the round face and short hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;o_O&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52741137494</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52741137494</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 18:15:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>So, do any of you black people who think white people shouldn&amp;#8217;t adopt black children plan to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, do any of you black people who think white people shouldn&amp;#8217;t adopt black children plan to adopt any black children in the future? Or&amp;#8230;.?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t get your panties in a wad. I&amp;#8217;m just curious.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52741040349</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52741040349</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 18:14:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now:..."</title><description>“I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thought Catalog  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://obliteratedheart.tumblr.com/"&gt;obliteratedheart&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52682798483</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52682798483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:51:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nothing is worth arguing over.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;no matter what.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;straight shut down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i ain&amp;#8217;t about that life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52681713070</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52681713070</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:36:00 -0400</pubDate><category>i'm sleepy</category><category>sasha is keeping me awake</category><category>and candy crush</category><category>yawn</category></item><item><title>My best friend told me that dating a woman who doesn't have sex outside of marriage is a waste of time</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I need to work on choosing better friends, yo&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52679274153</link><guid>http://confessionsinprose.tumblr.com/post/52679274153</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:04:03 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
