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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>Student. 20. UWE Bristol. This is a column.</description><title>Just a Speck of Dust...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @aspecofdust)</generator><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is..."</title><description>“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;T.S Eliot&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/48191554027</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/48191554027</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 06:43:05 -0400</pubDate><category>ts eliot</category><category>beginning</category><category>end</category><category>life</category><category>start</category><category>reborn</category></item><item><title>Somerset</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4a8f5c8226ac371091befb6835eb2ee0/tumblr_mka5o5g8d01ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somerset&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46350391906</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46350391906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:21:40 -0400</pubDate><category>Somerset</category><category>countryside</category><category>beauty</category><category>greenery</category><category>britain</category></item><item><title>"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite…"</title><description>“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Chbosky, &lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46350313517</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46350313517</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:20:32 -0400</pubDate><category>infinite</category><category>beauty</category><category>life</category><category>the perks of being a wallflower</category><category>truth</category><category>moments</category></item><item><title>"We accept the love we think we deserve"</title><description>“We accept the love we think we deserve”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephen Chbosky, &lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To me, this quote is the bitter pill in a novel of genius. It couldn’t be more true. We spend our lives believing that what we see is what we get, that sometimes, this is as good as it is ever going to be. That love is a fairytale, and there is no point in reaching for anything better because it just doesn’t exist. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To an extent, I agree. But then, when I met my boyfriend, I didn’t feel I deserved his love because he is so much better than me. He’s understanding and patient. I may be those things too, but I stress and panic and worry. Yet he puts up with that. And he still loves me. If I had accepted he was too good, and found someone else, I’d be miserable. But I’m with someone better, and for it, I am becoming a better person too. Because he makes me better. This statement goes to show that we could be so much more if we just took chances and aimed for better. Because deep down, we know we deserve to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This novel was one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. I read it about three months before the film came out, and I realised that it isn’t just a coming of age story that we can laugh or cry at. It’s a novel of truth and honesty about the real world. My boyfriend tells me I’m crazy for wanting to get into the working life because ‘it all goes downhill from here’. But that’s not true. Wasn’t it Proust who said that he was more miserable in his later, happier years simply because he wasn’t learning anything? The more we experience, the better people we become of it, and that is what Perks makes me feel. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Times can be bad. We may be in a bad mood, having a bad day, or just feeling rubbish. But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The underdog always wins in the end, and you just have to make the most of it. Enjoy life, and be good to yourself :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46349808531</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/46349808531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:12:32 -0400</pubDate><category>the perks of being a wallflower</category><category>love</category><category>deserve</category><category>belief</category><category>feelings</category><category>want</category><category>acceptance</category><category>better</category></item><item><title>"I miss that town, I miss the faces. You can’t erase, you can’t replace it. I miss it..."</title><description>“I miss that town, I miss the faces. You can’t erase, you can’t replace it. I miss it now, I can’t believe it. So hard to stay, too hard to leave it”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photograph, &lt;/em&gt;Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/45853706258</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/45853706258</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 16:04:05 -0400</pubDate><category>photograph</category><category>memories</category><category>leave</category><category>stay</category><category>missing</category></item><item><title>"Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins. The air..."</title><description>“Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins. The air around me still feels like a cage. And love is just a camouflage, for what resembles rage again…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snuff, &lt;/em&gt;Slipknot&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/45853553019</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/45853553019</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 16:02:10 -0400</pubDate><category>secrets</category><category>skin</category><category>innocence</category><category>sin</category><category>rage</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>"We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back..."</title><description>“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, ‘Oh, nothing!’ Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts- not to hurt others.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;George Eliot, &lt;em&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/43806995290</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/43806995290</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 10:41:05 -0500</pubDate><category>Pride</category><category>women</category><category>men</category><category>disappointment</category><category>tears</category><category>hurt</category><category>pain</category><category>life</category><category>realism</category></item><item><title>Just BACK OFF!!!!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My housemate really pisses me off sometimes. Just because you like somebody doesn&amp;#8217;t mean they are not a patronising twat to me, who doesn&amp;#8217;t bother organising a joint session for uni with me, or that he cancelled the session, or anything at all. Just because you have known him longer does not make him a nice or good person. AND just because you disagree with everything I say because you are a fucking jock who is a boastful, laddish dickhead does not mean I am able to stand back, laugh at your pathetic videos that aren&amp;#8217;t that funny or amusing, or just sink below you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;DO NOT ASSUME I AM UNINTELLIGENT OR WEAK, OR JUDGEMENTAL FOR NO REASON. I JUDGE WHEN PEOPLE GIVE ME A REASON TO, WHEN THEY ARE HIDEOUS. LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW. STOP BEING A DICK, AND LEARN THAT HUMANS DO NOT GET ON WITH EVERYONE, AND THAT I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE TOLD WHEN A SESSION I AM ORGANISING HAS BEEN CANCELLED. AND DO NOT ASSUME THAT PEOPLE ARE NOT PATRONISING BECAUSE THEY AREN&amp;#8217;T TO YOU BECAUSE EVERYBODY IS DIFFERENT. GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF AND GO TO YOUR FUCKING JOCK FRIENDS WHERE YOU CAN BE LADDISH AND UNFUNNY ABOUT THINGS THAT NO ONE ELSE CARES ABOUT. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/43561950970</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/43561950970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 07:44:17 -0500</pubDate><category>anger</category><category>jocks</category><category>pathetic</category><category>lies</category><category>weak</category><category>housemates</category><category>annoying people</category><category>annoyed</category><category>patronising</category></item><item><title>My sister in Rhodos. She has such lovely eyes </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9c94d83ca1edf4a738ecfb6049c87e61/tumblr_mi483vQQK51ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister in Rhodos. She has such lovely eyes &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/42929617829</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/42929617829</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 11:21:29 -0500</pubDate><category>eyes</category><category>sister</category><category>holiday</category><category>ginger</category></item><item><title>"Love was kind, for a time. Now just aches, and it makes me blind. This mirrors haunts, my eyes too..."</title><description>“Love was kind, for a time. Now just aches, and it makes me blind. This mirrors haunts, my eyes too bright, that I can’t see the others in my life..”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;‘Lovers’ Eyes’, Mumford and Sons, &lt;em&gt;Babel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/42929289428</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/42929289428</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 11:14:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Mumford and Sons</category><category>Babel</category><category>Lovers</category><category>Eyes</category><category>time</category><category>blind</category></item><item><title>"What do I stand for? Most nights I don’t know anymore…"</title><description>“What do I stand for? Most nights I don’t know anymore…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;‘Some Nights’, Fun, &lt;em&gt;Some Nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944730757</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944730757</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:50:48 -0500</pubDate><category>fun</category><category>some nights</category><category>music</category><category>questions</category></item><item><title>Snow. Fishponds, Jan 2013</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0fc1bade603927ab43b4c60b48f1e51e/tumblr_mgw1k5m6fJ1ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snow. Fishponds, Jan 2013&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944342397</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944342397</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:45:41 -0500</pubDate><category>snow</category><category>trees</category><category>ducks</category><category>river</category><category>beauty</category><category>britain</category></item><item><title>Snow in Oldbury Court, Fishponds, January 2013.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b71b00fc261807dbaf4adad7984def1c/tumblr_mgw1hpbC2q1ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snow in Oldbury Court, Fishponds, January 2013.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944231146</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40944231146</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:44:13 -0500</pubDate><category>snow</category><category>trees</category><category>nature</category><category>beauty</category><category>instagram</category><category>britain</category></item><item><title>The Killers at the 02 Arena, November 2012.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/73d3e6cac09fed17decd6356644034c9/tumblr_mgw11wWd6y1ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Killers at the 02 Arena, November 2012.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40943512837</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40943512837</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:34:42 -0500</pubDate><category>The Killers</category><category>02</category><category>gig</category><category>lights</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>Jenny, my little sister, trying to do the Les Mis pose :P</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6b28d32c7ec4dfebf0a25e45e9a1841a/tumblr_mgw0d23DXg1ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny, my little sister, trying to do the Les Mis pose :P&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40942377260</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40942377260</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:19:50 -0500</pubDate><category>Les Mis</category><category>pose</category><category>sister</category><category>beautiful</category><category>innocence</category><category>purity</category></item><item><title>"Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away, and yet with you, my world has started…"</title><description>“Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away, and yet with you, my world has started…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marius and Cosette, ’One Day More’, &lt;em&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40778996058</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/40778996058</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 14:51:28 -0500</pubDate><category>Les Miserables</category><category>unrequited love</category><category>parting</category><category>life</category><category>first love</category></item><item><title>"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the..."</title><description>“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Nick Carraway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39256721210</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39256721210</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:06:28 -0500</pubDate><category>the great gatsby</category><category>f. scott fitzgerald</category><category>criticism</category><category>advantage</category><category>people</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…&lt;br/&gt;
In life after life, in age after age, forever.&lt;br/&gt;
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,&lt;br/&gt;
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,&lt;br/&gt;
In life after life, in age after age, forever.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,&lt;br/&gt;
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.&lt;br/&gt;
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,&lt;br/&gt;
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.&lt;br/&gt;
You become an image of what is remembered forever.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.&lt;br/&gt;
At the heart of time, love of one for another.&lt;br/&gt;
We have played along side millions of lovers,&lt;br/&gt;
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,&lt;br/&gt;
the distressful tears of farewell,&lt;br/&gt;
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you&lt;br/&gt;
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:&lt;br/&gt;
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.&lt;br/&gt;
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -&lt;br/&gt;
And the songs of every poet past and forever.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;‘Unending Love’, Rabindranath Tagore. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39045163294</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39045163294</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2012 11:23:51 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>love</category><category>today</category><category>tomorrow</category><category>memories</category><category>time</category></item><item><title>Fireworks in Priddy, Somerset, 2012.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6a2ba311fad340870e2a996b240221c5/tumblr_mfqxypnU6l1ru7hiuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fireworks in Priddy, Somerset, 2012.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39040774560</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39040774560</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2012 10:06:24 -0500</pubDate><category>fireworks</category><category>beauty</category><category>simplicity</category><category>colour</category><category>noise</category><category>night</category></item><item><title>"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the..."</title><description>“You do not have to be good.&lt;br/&gt;
You do not have to walk on your knees&lt;br/&gt;
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.&lt;br/&gt;
You only have to let the soft animal of your body&lt;br/&gt;
love what it loves.&lt;br/&gt;
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.&lt;br/&gt;
Meanwhile the world goes on.&lt;br/&gt;
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain&lt;br/&gt;
are moving across the landscapes,&lt;br/&gt;
over the prairies and the deep trees,&lt;br/&gt;
the mountains and the rivers.&lt;br/&gt;
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,&lt;br/&gt;
are heading home again.&lt;br/&gt;
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,&lt;br/&gt;
the world offers itself to your imagination,&lt;br/&gt;
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —&lt;br/&gt;
over and over announcing your place&lt;br/&gt;
in the family of things.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;‘Wild Geese’, Mary Oliver. Tom Hiddleston posted this on twitter, and I immediately thought of one of my close friends, who is currently going through a tough time. I hope it helps you all too.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39040577235</link><guid>http://aspecofdust.tumblr.com/post/39040577235</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2012 10:02:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>wild</category><category>geese</category><category>loneliness</category><category>home</category><category>problems</category><category>solutions</category><category>good</category></item></channel></rss>
