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</description><title>acheronta movebo</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @darksuspension)</generator><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/</link><item><title>"He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."</title><description>“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Emily Bronte, &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92795124835</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92795124835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 07:01:07 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>emily bronte</category><category>wuthering heights</category><category>quote</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>"And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside."</title><description>“And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Tabitha Suzuma, &lt;em&gt;Forbidden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92790035821</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92790035821</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 06:01:12 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>tabitha suzuma</category><category>forbidden</category><category>quote</category><category>acceptance</category></item><item><title>"In the face of pain, there are no heroes."</title><description>“In the face of pain, there are no heroes.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; George Orwell, &lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92785050998</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92785050998</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 05:01:31 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>george orwell</category><category>1984</category><category>quote</category><category>heroes</category><category>pain</category></item><item><title>"That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think..."</title><description>“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Sarah Dessen, &lt;em&gt;The Truth About Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92780351359</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92780351359</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 04:01:42 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>sarah dessen</category><category>the truth about forever</category><category>quote</category><category>death</category><category>grief</category></item><item><title>"I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly."</title><description>“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Aldous Huxley, &lt;em&gt;Brave New World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92775787053</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92775787053</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 03:02:13 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>aldous huxley</category><category>brave new world</category><category>quote</category><category>passion</category></item><item><title>"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart."</title><description>“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Haruki Murakami, &lt;em&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92771003924</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92771003924</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 02:01:45 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>haruki murakami</category><category>kafka on the shore</category><category>quote</category><category>memories</category></item><item><title>"Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it...."</title><description>“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92766088663</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92766088663</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 01:02:14 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>f. scott fitzgerald</category><category>the beautiful and damned</category><category>quote</category><category>desire</category></item><item><title>"There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite."</title><description>“There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Iain Thomas, &lt;em&gt;I Wrote This For You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92750854993</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92750854993</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 21:56:18 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>iain thomas</category><category>i wrote this for you</category><category>quote</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>"Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they..."</title><description>“Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Stephen King, &lt;em&gt;Hearts in Atlantis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92717372313</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92717372313</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 12:07:18 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>stephen king</category><category>hearts in atlantis</category><category>quote</category><category>heartbreak</category></item><item><title>"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it..."</title><description>“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Haruki Murakami, &lt;em&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92712998678</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92712998678</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 10:31:42 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>haruki murakami</category><category>norwegian wood</category><category>quote</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?"</title><description>“Do you love me enough that I may be &lt;i&gt;weak&lt;/i&gt; with you?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alain de Botton, &lt;em&gt;Essays in Love&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wordsnquotes.tumblr.com/"&gt;wordsnquotes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92655416104</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92655416104</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:27:35 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>alain de botton</category><category>essays in love</category><category>love</category><category>weakness</category></item><item><title>"Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made..."</title><description>“Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Catherynne M. Valente, &lt;em&gt;Deathless&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://joannalannister.tumblr.com/"&gt;joannalannister&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92651797805</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92651797805</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 21:41:26 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>catherynne m. valente</category><category>deathless</category><category>strength</category><category>coldness</category></item><item><title>"The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark..."</title><description>“The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Alice Hoffman,&lt;em&gt; Practical Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92648195687</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92648195687</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 20:54:40 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>alice hoffman</category><category>practical magic</category><category>quote</category><category>sun</category><category>moon</category></item><item><title>"I survived, but it’s not a happy ending."</title><description>“I survived, but it’s not a happy ending.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tim O’Brien, &lt;em&gt;The Things They Carried&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://brivid.tumblr.com/"&gt;brivid&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92644691832</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92644691832</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 20:08:29 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>tim o'brien</category><category>the things they carried</category><category>survival</category></item><item><title>"And so, being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy."</title><description>“And so, being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Edgar Allan Poe, &lt;em&gt;Romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92641318448</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92641318448</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 19:22:20 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>poetry</category><category>edgar allan poe</category><category>romance</category><category>quote</category><category>melancholy</category></item><item><title>"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite..."</title><description>“The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Oscar Wilde, &lt;em&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sansastarkt.tumblr.com/"&gt;sansastarkt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92638063530</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92638063530</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 18:35:27 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>oscar wilde</category><category>the picture of dorian gray</category><category>beauty</category></item><item><title>"Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny..."</title><description>“Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I’m thankful for it. It’s like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.&lt;br/&gt;
The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Haruki Murakami, &lt;em&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92635054681</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92635054681</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 17:48:53 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>haruki murakami</category><category>kafka on the shore</category><category>quote</category><category>love</category><category>pain</category></item><item><title>"My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring."</title><description>“My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;/em&gt;, Robert Louis Stevenson (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mirroir.tumblr.com/"&gt;mirroir&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92632322188</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92632322188</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 17:02:28 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde</category><category>robert louis stevenson</category><category>devil</category><category>monsters</category></item><item><title>"How nice – to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."</title><description>“How nice – to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;– Kurt Vonnegut, &lt;em&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92629807444</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92629807444</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 16:15:55 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>kurt vonnegut</category><category>slaughterhouse-five</category><category>quote</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>"With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?"</title><description>“With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Fyodor Dostoevsky, from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://yippiie.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/the_brothers_karamazov_nt.pdf"&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bonhivers.tumblr.com/"&gt;bonhivers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92627556222</link><guid>http://acherontamovebo.co.vu/post/92627556222</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 15:29:58 +0300</pubDate><category>lit</category><category>prose</category><category>fyodor dostoevsky</category><category>the brothers karamazov</category><category>love</category><category>humanity</category></item></channel></rss>
