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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>My life. In a nutshell. Anything from relationships, to jobs, parties, life. Me.</description><title>To Whom it May Concern:</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @lyssclarke)</generator><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little?
Just..."</title><description>“Will you meet me in the middle?&lt;br/&gt;
Will you meet me in the air?&lt;br/&gt;
Will you love me just a little?&lt;br/&gt;
Just enough to show you care.&lt;br/&gt;
I tried to fake it,&lt;br/&gt;
I don’t mind saying,&lt;br/&gt;
“I just can’t make it.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sister Golden Hair - America&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/51008470854</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/51008470854</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:49:15 -0400</pubDate><category>Lyrics</category><category>America</category><category>Sister golden hair</category><category>Live</category><category>Love</category><category>Summer</category><category>Song</category></item><item><title>ahackersmanifesto:

This…. is literally too perfect. So perfect...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9d5ecb816764bca325e7ed1ac59ec2b0/tumblr_mk794nm4Aa1qhub0lo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ahackersmanifesto.tumblr.com/post/50637486049/this-is-literally-too-perfect-so-perfect-that" target="_blank"&gt;ahackersmanifesto&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This…. is literally too perfect. So perfect that it hurts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Exactly..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50641272853</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50641272853</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 04:28:55 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>reblog</category><category>Quote of the Day</category><category>strength</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Just one of the photos from my shoot with The Sensual Eye. I...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/65b1209808d99ee4c782448b2be80b9c/tumblr_mmwwdo7edI1ruyi2yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just one of the photos from my shoot with The Sensual Eye. &lt;br/&gt;I think this is the only one that doesn’t show much skin… ;)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesensualeye.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.thesensualeye.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;3, Lyss&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50605037206</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50605037206</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:13:00 -0400</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>photooftheday</category><category>photography</category><category>The Sensual Eye</category><category>Toronto</category><category>skyscrapers</category><category>fur</category><category>heels</category><category>sexy</category><category>nude</category></item><item><title>"True personal growth comes not when you feel the strongest, but when you are most vulnerable to the..."</title><description>“True personal growth comes not when you feel the strongest, but when you are most vulnerable to the world.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;A. Clarke&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50341324914</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50341324914</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 09:57:02 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Quote of the day</category><category>Personal</category><category>Growth</category><category>Vulnerability</category><category>Strength</category><category>Motivation</category></item><item><title>Date a boy who travels | love story from the male perspective</title><description>&lt;a href="http://jamesrusselllingerfelt.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/date-a-boy-who-travels/"&gt;Date a boy who travels | love story from the male perspective&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Ugh. Yes. Always.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50136934248</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50136934248</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 23:03:21 -0400</pubDate><category>Link</category><category>Travel</category><category>Boots</category><category>Boys</category><category>Dating</category><category>International</category><category>Date a boy who travels</category><category>World</category><category>Geography</category><category>National geographic</category></item><item><title>Oh.fuck.me.
Chocolate amaretto ice cream with marshmallows is an orgasm in my mouth.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh.fuck.me.&lt;br/&gt;
Chocolate amaretto ice cream with marshmallows is an orgasm in my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50125610664</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50125610664</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 20:22:23 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Ice cream</category><category>Chocolate</category><category>Amaretto</category><category>Marshmallows</category><category>Orgasm</category><category>Fuck me</category><category>Yummy</category></item><item><title>andrewgibby:

Glory
is a word
only the heartbroken
know by heart.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewgibby.tumblr.com/post/50105400027/glory-is-a-word-only-the-heartbroken-know-by" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;andrewgibby&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Glory&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is a word&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;only the heartbroken&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;know by heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50106630734</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50106630734</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 15:48:55 -0400</pubDate><category>Reblog</category><category>Quote</category><category>Poem</category><category>Andrea Gibson</category><category>Glory</category><category>Heartbroken</category><category>Heart</category></item><item><title>May 10.13. I forget.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I hate feeling ill.&lt;br/&gt;
I would say, &amp;#8220;lets see if playing will make me feel better&amp;#8221;..&lt;br/&gt;
But I haven&amp;#8217;t played in a while.&lt;br/&gt;
I think I forget what to do. :P&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Especially to myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50104573805</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50104573805</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 15:16:04 -0400</pubDate><category>WRITING</category><category>Play</category><category>Self pay</category><category>Self play</category><category>Sex</category><category>I'll</category><category>Ill</category><category>Fuck</category><category>Ugh</category></item><item><title>just for you ; )</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/247ef81a355735ed77e4aa5e299fcf02/tumblr_mmjrsu96CY1ruyi2yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;just for you ; )&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50040335267</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/50040335267</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 18:04:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Because people you care the most for have the biggest...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu65ux7lLD1qzgt9no1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because people you care the most for have the biggest weapons.&lt;br/&gt;They &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;3, Lyss&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49942519695</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49942519695</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 13:13:16 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>reblog</category><category>tablo</category><category>scars</category><category>relationships</category></item><item><title>"One can only move forward from troubling past, by leaving it behind, stopping only momentarily to..."</title><description>“One can only move forward from troubling past, by leaving it behind, stopping only momentarily to remember what you did to bring yourself out of the funk, and remembering all the good you learned from it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;A. Clarke&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49940575982</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49940575982</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 12:36:22 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Quote of the day</category><category>My thoughts</category><category>Past</category><category>Remember</category><category>Move forward</category></item><item><title>May 8.13. The trash can.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Like a wad of crumpled paper.&lt;br/&gt;
That used to mean something.&lt;br/&gt;
Had all the words and all the thoughts,&lt;br/&gt;
That occupied your cluttered mind.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Aim at the trash can.&lt;br/&gt;
Go for the three-pointer.&lt;br/&gt;
Sometimes you&amp;#8217;re better at actions than words.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Perhaps that&amp;#8217;s why they got thrown away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49917943886</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49917943886</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 02:08:25 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Poem</category><category>Trash</category><category>Words</category><category>Cluttered mind</category><category>Thoughts</category></item><item><title>May 8.13. Think...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s all I can do.&lt;br/&gt;
To get rid of a sinking sensation.&lt;br/&gt;
De-cloud my conscious.&lt;br/&gt;
And show me the light.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49917746952</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49917746952</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 02:03:41 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Sad</category><category>Thinking</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Clouds</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Can't sleep</category></item><item><title>May 7.13. Morning sex.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I once read a poem.&lt;br/&gt;
It spoke of your sigh, &lt;br/&gt;
Whispering my name into my own mouth.&lt;br/&gt;
How good it tasted.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now I know I can love my name,&lt;br/&gt;
Because it comes naturally,&lt;br/&gt;
Out of your mouth,&lt;br/&gt;
Into mine.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These thoughts and images,&lt;br/&gt;
Make me want,&lt;br/&gt;
That type of pillow talk,&lt;br/&gt;
In the morning,&lt;br/&gt;
When the sleep is still in your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We barely breath a word,&lt;br/&gt;
The only sounds are barely..&lt;br/&gt;
A groan.&lt;br/&gt;
That grunt you make,&lt;br/&gt;
When your bodies are entwined.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now I can&amp;#8217;t think,&lt;br/&gt;
Of anything else.&lt;br/&gt;
Just you,&lt;br/&gt;
And me..&lt;br/&gt;
Fucking.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49851615225</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49851615225</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 08:47:41 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Poem</category><category>Love</category><category>Sex</category><category>Morning sex</category><category>Sigh</category><category>Grunt</category><category>Groan</category><category>Pleasure</category><category>Thoughts</category></item><item><title>Remember to keep your cool.
Everyone works in different...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/472e1de361ed176d8073d7b486206206/tumblr_mmebjd7N4J1ruyi2yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember to keep your cool.&lt;br/&gt;
Everyone works in different ways.&lt;br/&gt;
Not everyone needs attention 24/7 (like I sometimes do).&lt;br/&gt;
Learn from your mistakes and grow because you did.&lt;br/&gt;
Know that you are worth it.&lt;br/&gt;
Stop asking silly questions you already know the answer to.&lt;br/&gt;
Stop doubting yourself.&lt;br/&gt;
Everyone has a past; not everyone wants to share theirs.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t stop smiling.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t try to feign innocence when you fuck up.&lt;br/&gt;
Work hard and one day it will be noticed.&lt;br/&gt;
Be open and honest always, especially with yourself.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t worry about money, it comes and goes.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t let others influence your decisions, they are yours and yours alone to make.&lt;br/&gt;
Love unconditionally.&lt;br/&gt;
Live in the moment.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These are things going through my head.&lt;br/&gt;
Things I like to remind myself.&lt;br/&gt;
Staying focused on these things can only lead to a full and happy life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49800258788</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49800258788</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 17:25:56 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Motivation</category><category>Live</category><category>Life</category><category>Decision making</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Heart</category><category>Remember</category></item><item><title>May 6.13. Where have I been?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been working a lot more, and because of that, posting somewhat less.&lt;br/&gt;
So time to get back on that.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49778182709</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49778182709</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 13:21:55 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Hiatus</category><category>I'm back</category><category>Consistency</category><category>More</category><category>Poetry</category></item><item><title>May 3.13. Broken.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I had sat down to write this hours ago, while in agony from my ankle.&lt;br/&gt;
Now I don&amp;#8217;t remember what I really wanted to write..&lt;br/&gt;
Isn&amp;#8217;t that how it goes?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49556703751</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49556703751</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 21:45:16 -0400</pubDate><category>Writing</category><category>Broken</category><category>Able</category></item><item><title>May 1.13. The stigma of the big L.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tell me, why is there always a stigma attached to Love, or rather the word Love?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I believe that love is infinite.&lt;br/&gt;It has no beginning and no end.&lt;br/&gt;You are capable of loving many people, places and things!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love my mother, my grandmother, my friends, my cats, my dog, Costa Rica, my favourite pair of shoes&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So why when another person comes into the picture it is such a weird thing to say you love them?&lt;br/&gt;My friend recently told me she wanted to tell the guy she&amp;#8217;s been dating for a few months that she loves him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My question for her was, Why is that something thats making you nervous?&lt;br/&gt;You should never be ashamed of how you feel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love is an emotion. A feeling.&lt;br/&gt;It IS a word, but it is not any more special than any other word in the dictionary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well.. maybe to some. And yes I hold that word dearly to my heart as well, but I know that I will never be afraid to tell it to someone. &lt;br/&gt;You can&amp;#8217;t help how you feel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tell my friends I love them everyday.&lt;br/&gt;And if I ever wanted to tell someone new to the picture that I loved them, I would be saying it because I care about them..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love and sex and relationships are all different for everyone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some people are capable of loving others whom they barely know.&lt;br/&gt;I told someone I loved them because they helped me pick up my books that fell all over the walkway.&lt;br/&gt;And I actually felt love for the person.. A complete stranger!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tell me how that works!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because Love is infinite.&lt;br/&gt;It has no boundaries.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Its the way you SHOW people you love them that matters..&lt;br/&gt;So instead of feeling nervous about TELLING someone you love them.. instead be nervous of how you want to SHOW it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That person who helped you with your essay.&lt;br/&gt;You love them,&lt;br/&gt;Doesn&amp;#8217;t mean you want to marry them or make love with them.&lt;br/&gt;It means you admire them and care about them for what they did for you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Get it?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49363753005</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49363753005</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 11:44:12 -0400</pubDate><category>storyboard</category><category>tumblr writers</category><category>stigma</category><category>love</category><category>the big l word</category><category>writing</category><category>heart</category><category>infinite</category></item><item><title>Very pretty</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Thank you :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49358895730</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49358895730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 10:04:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Apr 30.13. Nostalgia.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Driving around my hometown brings back so many memories. So many emotions.&lt;br/&gt;
Some are light and happy, others dark and sad, but they are all welcome to my psyche.&lt;br/&gt;
I miss this town. The way everything isn&amp;#8217;t hurried.&lt;br/&gt;
The way you know someone everywhere you go.&lt;br/&gt;
The beach.&lt;br/&gt;
The smells, the sights, the sounds.&lt;br/&gt;
Everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49307958925</link><guid>http://lyssclarke.tumblr.com/post/49307958925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 18:16:24 -0400</pubDate><category>writing</category></item></channel></rss>
