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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>I’m a writer, daughter, sister, etc. Follow please! Enjoy!</description><title>Hushed Instinct</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @hushedinstinct)</generator><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>College</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  The idea of being away from this comfortable place is horribly frightening and terrifying really; but also sort of nice. I&amp;#8217;m excited to start a completely new life somewhere. I know I will most definitely hate it, and feel as though it must be actually hell I am living in.. but I am also relying on that phase passing. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;   Looking at schools is overwhelming, but after some time it feels so nice to think that I could eat as much as I want and not be given an evil eye for not eating enough, or being able to run wherever. I also plan, if not with the college, to take dance lessons of some sort. I&amp;#8217;m excited!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/33624697886</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/33624697886</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 00:52:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>There's something about not being myself</title><description>&lt;p&gt;when I know they judge me I become terrified. But when I&amp;#8217;m sent on a mission.. ( not like James Dean, but) like when I&amp;#8217;m working and supposed to be this outgoing person who is going to take photos of your child, I can become a completely different person. I become happy, and I make jokes with the children, and make them feel comfortable, and the parents love me! Or when I teach children, and there is no one around to look down on me . And it feels great! Sometimes all it takes is a wild amount of caffeine and I can smile and laugh in anybody&amp;#8217;s direction. But there was also a time when I didn&amp;#8217;t even need all that caffeine! I did this short skit for the class, and I was so nervous at first, but something happens and you become completely comfortable with your character. I just have to find what works,that something that made be relax in front of all those people while pretending to be someone else, that&amp;#8217;s all!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/26810655588</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/26810655588</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:08:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Life’s great! Don’t you forget it!"</title><description>“Life’s great! Don’t you forget it!”</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/26810143264</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/26810143264</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:00:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Current Obsessions:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Say Anything. Automatic Love Letter. the color mint. S.A.T practices. Tigers. Make it or break it. Smash. Jelly on whole wheat toast. Exercising- abs. Parks and recreation. Regina Spektor. Hunger games.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23833483535</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23833483535</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 21:40:00 -0400</pubDate><category>obsessions</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4223n5Mdc1qf6rpvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23832168909</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23832168909</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 21:17:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>1</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Funny funny,&lt;br/&gt;we laugh and tease.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Im laughing so hard,&lt;br/&gt;I’m on my knees.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She chuckled and laughed,&lt;br/&gt;she even sat in a seat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stopped then looked&lt;br/&gt;at you and me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know what happens next,&lt;br/&gt;she pointed and laughed&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but the smile was fake&lt;br/&gt;and a tear fell from each laugh&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She shivered and fell &lt;br/&gt;and told her last speech&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It’s funny, because&lt;br/&gt;you just don’t know me.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We watched her go,&lt;br/&gt;we saw her leave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning then,&lt;br/&gt;we saw her photo on t.v.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A girl dead and a quote,&lt;br/&gt;a report and her speech.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Written on a note,&lt;br/&gt;“I don’t know me”.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23831673026</link><guid>http://hushedinstinct.tumblr.com/post/23831673026</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 21:08:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>writing</category><category>suicide</category><category>bullying</category><category>teen</category></item><item><title>tres-little-birds:

Ciudad, nieve.
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&lt;p&gt;Ciudad, nieve.&lt;/p&gt;
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