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“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.”</description><title>the pursuit of happiness.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @tpoh)</generator><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>maroon5br:

Happy Valentine’s Day &lt;3 *-* 
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/4c3b9daab5f003e2f01246029c618a85/tumblr_mi7lnnL0iC1qhkw2yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://maroon5br.tumblr.com/post/43072304297/happy-valentines-day-3"&gt;maroon5br&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day &lt;3 *-* &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/43076775805</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/43076775805</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 09:27:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You know what I think? I think that we all deserve better. I think that they need to make up their..."</title><description>“You know what I think? I think that we all deserve better. I think that they need to make up their minds, figure out what they want. If they want us, they’re going to have to fight for us, because we’re going to find someone so much better than them, someone that actually deserve us; someone that makes us look at them and go “what the hell was I thinking?””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wordsandlyrics.tumblr.com/"&gt;wordsandlyrics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15168216661</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15168216661</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 00:39:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>thoughts of January 1st... approx. 8:34pm</title><description>&lt;p&gt;what do you call a state of emotional equilibrium? you&amp;#8217;re not hopelessly in love. you&amp;#8217;re not angry at the world. you&amp;#8217;re not depressed. you&amp;#8217;re not outstandingly proud&amp;#8230; you&amp;#8217;re just there, soaking up the world around you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s times like these I like to sit and think about all the possibilities I have. all the opportunities I plan to find. all the plans I can make. oh how exciting life can be for me. and it is&amp;#8230; but then it get&amp;#8217;s a little overwhelming. I start to get down on my self. I&amp;#8217;ll never have the drive to do all those things, things like that only happen to a very few people, what will my life amount to? And then I start to ask myself, who will I share it with? Will I become old and grey alone with 6 cats? or will I find someone who wisks me away into the nicholas sparks fairy tale. will I have to settle for someone who can support me, and that I can have a mutual relationship with? and then I go even further&amp;#8230; will i have a family to support? one that makes me proud? of course, aren&amp;#8217;t all parents proud of their children? I think that&amp;#8217;s a form of love. And then we&amp;#8217;re back at love. And it makes me angry that I don&amp;#8217;t have it yet&amp;#8230; and before I know it. I have infact upset my equilibrium and experienced every emotion that I was complaining of not having.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there is no such thing as equilibrium. we homo sapiens. such silly creatures.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15154854028</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15154854028</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 20:35:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Auld Lang Syne - Lea Michele
I went to see New Years Eve, and I...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_15105515289" src="http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15105515289/audio_player_iframe/tpoh/tumblr_lx3g7uglyt1qcrcg4?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Ftpoh%2F15105515289%2Ftumblr_lx3g7uglyt1qcrcg4" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auld Lang Syne - Lea Michele&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went to see New Years Eve, and I must say, it lives up to the trailers. I loved it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Touching song with a modern touch.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15105515289</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15105515289</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 19:33:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>a recap of my 2011.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Well 2011, I expected a lot from you&amp;#8230; and I&amp;#8217;ll give it to you. You met my expectations. You gave to me, you took from me. You bore witness to landmark events of my life&amp;#8230; you knew I would say farewell to this year a different person than the one who greeted it. As a member of the high school graduating class of 2011, my classmates and I looked forward to you for many years indeed. And in such respect you were gracious, watching me walk across a stage on June 6th, ranked 9th in my class of 35, and graduating with honors, scholarship, and a prestigious citizenship award. You gave me experiences I would never again be able to match. Watching my friends and I thrive in final days of each other’s company on the beaches of the east coast. After which we were to experience the splendor of eastern hemisphere for the first time, marveling at it&amp;#8217;s hidden treasures. You took from me a mother temporarily, and a grandfather permanently. However you have left my faith in tact that there is a day unknown to me that I will see him again. You gave me my first employment, my first taste of adult life. The joy of the paycheck and the pain of its expenditure. The feeling of exhaustion, and perseverance of obligation. Testing my patience, and enhancing it just the same. You sent me off 200 miles away to the best college in the world. Thus watching me learn to live alone, make new friends, and struggle in studies. You gave me a new taste for coffee, and calf muscles built to walk up mountains. You took from me my glory, and watched me pass my crown to a new homecoming queen. You watched me give my heart to someone new. And get it broken. But none-the-less you watched me learn a lesson. A lesson that will last through the years. You added a year to my age. A rather insignificant year, equaling 19. Nothing special happens. You planted doubt of God in my mind for the first time in my life. You took from me my best dog&amp;#8230; for that I have not forgiven you. and now, I&amp;#8217;m savoring your last moments&amp;#8230; or rather, wondering what to expect from your predecessor. 2012 has big shoes to fill. You have kept me busy; you&amp;#8217;ve kept me on my toes. Never knowing what to expect. You gave me so much, so much that I never expected. You also took from me, some I expected and some I did not. To sum you up in a word&amp;#8230; I choose &amp;#8220;change.&amp;#8221; Change, something I never had to deal with before, has suddenly reared its head. This seems to be my first real taste of change&amp;#8230; an acquired taste, I feel, that I will find opportunity to acquire in the future.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15105121180</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15105121180</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 19:22:28 -0500</pubDate><category>change 2011 happynewyear</category></item><item><title>I wish I was in New York right now</title><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15104891804</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/15104891804</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 19:16:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‎&amp;#8221;There are four questions of value in life: What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;‎&amp;#8221;There are four questions of value in life: What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.&amp;#8221; -Johnny Dep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/13877826133</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/13877826133</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 12:21:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>an autopsy.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;when i die, i want to have &lt;strong&gt;wrinkles&lt;/strong&gt;. the kind that come from laughing too much. i want to have a &lt;strong&gt;less than perfect waist-line&lt;/strong&gt;, one that says that i enjoyed good food. hopefully i&amp;#8217;ll have something to show for my education, at least a &lt;strong&gt;decent hair cut&lt;/strong&gt;. i want &lt;strong&gt;strong arms&lt;/strong&gt;, the kind that can hug those i love. i hope i have &lt;strong&gt;poised lips&lt;/strong&gt;, a pair that haven&amp;#8217;t been worn out by gossiping. i want the soles of my feet to be &lt;strong&gt;rough&lt;/strong&gt;, the kind that show i had to work, because otherwise what will my life have been worth? but my hands, i hope they&amp;#8217;re &lt;strong&gt;soft and delicate&lt;/strong&gt;, as a &lt;em&gt;classy&lt;/em&gt; lady&amp;#8217;s should be. i hope my wallet is &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt;, my bank account, my purse, my house too, that i gave all i could. i hope my shoulders are &lt;strong&gt;relaxed&lt;/strong&gt;, because i carried no burden against anyone. i hope my hair in &lt;strong&gt;thinner&lt;/strong&gt;, that i lost some in the struggles of life. finally, i hope my cause of death is a heart-attack, because my heart loved to much, many&amp;#8230; that i was &lt;strong&gt;too in-love&lt;/strong&gt; with life, experience, humanity, to possibly live another second.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12957381332</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12957381332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 23:50:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>marmariseasier:

It’s a big school but we’re all still family
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqphk6Xek1qctagmo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://marmariseasier.tumblr.com/post/12872828444/its-a-big-school-but-were-all-still-family"&gt;marmariseasier&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It’s a big school but we’re all still family&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12882427309</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12882427309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 10:13:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and..."</title><description>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Neil Gaiman (via &lt;a href="http://wordsandlyrics.tumblr.com/"&gt;wordsandlyrics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12776434675</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12776434675</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 23:26:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>all i want to do is to cry and scream, and cry some more.
just bawl&amp;#8230; really let it out.
quite...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;all i want to do is to cry and scream, and cry some more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;just bawl&amp;#8230; really let it out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;quite frankly i&amp;#8217;d like to just sink below the ground, fall off the face of the earth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i just want to beg him to let me in, beg him to give me a chance.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12776126394</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12776126394</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 23:18:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lulvb4Hhwa1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12775880884</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12775880884</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 23:12:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Please don’t have sombody waiting on you"</title><description>““Please don’t have sombody waiting on you””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12674999595</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12674999595</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 23:45:39 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>he layed on his side, there in bed&amp;#8230; starring straight across the mattress at her silhouette...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;he layed on his side, there in bed&amp;#8230; starring straight across the mattress at her silhouette outlined by the cotton sheets. her back turned towards him, he soaked in the image of her soft brown hair cascading over the pillow. the nape of her neck shown in the moonlight, descending to her pale shoulders. What shoulders these were, those that held her beautiful carriage and posture, these blades of elegance, the beginnings of her slender arms&amp;#8230; she was a work of art, she was. even in her slumber&amp;#8230; she was a thing of beauty. how had he manage to fool her he was worthy of her time, how long could he keep up this charade? as he reached out to rub her shoulder he realized, it didn&amp;#8217;t matter, weather it was God&amp;#8217;s mistake or hers, she was his at that moment, that was enough for him&amp;#8230; he knew this one moment could last him a life time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12546974461</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12546974461</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 00:11:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change..."</title><description>“‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Johnathon Safran Foer (via &lt;a href="http://wordsandlyrics.tumblr.com/"&gt;wordsandlyrics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12546208161</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12546208161</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 23:47:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Until then...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve done all I can do, I&amp;#8217;ve said all I can say, if you want me in your life you&amp;#8217;ll put me there.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12488000848</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12488000848</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 18:54:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>halloween in snowy retrospect.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a blizzard outside, but we decide we can withstand&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And so you take my hand&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Putting it in your pocket&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There we stand, at the corner of Port Republic and Market&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we wait there for a pedestrain crossing&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I look at you and think in passing&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are these goose bumps because of you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or are they from the temperature, holding steady at 32.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Snow flakes are sticking to my eye lashes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You brush them off, clumsily, without your glasses&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s an unusual end to October&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And I doubt the kids around us are even sober&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The light changes and we dash across&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The road covered in an icy gloss&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My high heels aren&amp;#8217;t made for these conditions&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So many snow flakes, there have to be a billion&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tonight you&amp;#8217;re my Superman and I&amp;#8217;m your Lois Lane&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And when you hold me this close I go can&amp;#8217;t help but go insane&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But this isn&amp;#8217;t a movie where you promise me forever&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is reality and that won&amp;#8217;t happen, not ever&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#8217;re a business major, and I&amp;#8217;m an undeclared&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you laid us out on paper we couldn&amp;#8217;t be compared&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What am I to you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are we the same as our costumes?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While you&amp;#8217;re off saving the world, am I just the girl who waits for you to come around?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is is one of those times when I wish time could be rewound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because you see, I&amp;#8217;ve given you my heart&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And it seems, you&amp;#8217;re contemplating tearing it apart.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12402250462</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12402250462</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 23:36:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the..."</title><description>“Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Colbert (via &lt;a href="http://imfantasyparade.tumblr.com/"&gt;imfantasyparade&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12238130041</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12238130041</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 08:10:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what..."</title><description>“I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Richard Siken, from &lt;em&gt;Crush&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://effyeahliteraryquotes.tumblr.com/"&gt;effyeahliteraryquotes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12143245769</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/12143245769</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 21:30:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>the contents of my head.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i brush my teeth. i love you. i iron my laundry. i think of the day. i love you. i grocery shop. i drive. i read. i love you. i think of my father. i need money. i love you. i run. i lie. i work. i stare. i brush my hair. i hate my hair. i love you. i make my bed. i need to work out. i love you. i think of my life&amp;#8230; i love you&amp;#8230; and i think of my life again, and I can&amp;#8217;t see it without you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/11031476309</link><guid>http://tpoh.tumblr.com/post/11031476309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 16:38:27 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
