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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></description><title>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @paperhat)</generator><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Edie Sedgwick, c. 1960s.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdmhq17ifq1qb7gb1o1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edie Sedgwick, c. 1960s.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53296884414</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53296884414</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:31:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Photo</category><category>Edie Sedgwick</category><category>1960s</category></item><item><title>"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of..."</title><description>“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Iain S. Thomas, &lt;em&gt;I Wrote This for You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53296167472</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53296167472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:22:02 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Iain S. Thomas</category><category>I Wrote This for You</category></item><item><title>"Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become..."</title><description>“Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Olivia Laing, &lt;em&gt;Me, Myself and I&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53295085598</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53295085598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:06:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Olivia Laing</category></item><item><title>Rita Hayworth, c. 1951.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d7ac9ed86ea6d1f5abda21714e369230/tumblr_mnqaqc1vLj1r0rezxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rita Hayworth, c. 1951.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53294635722</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53294635722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:00:44 -0400</pubDate><category>Photo</category><category>Rita Hayworth</category><category>1950s</category></item><item><title>"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight,..."</title><description>“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53293140186</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53293140186</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:39:21 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Fyodor Dostoevsky</category></item><item><title>"I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I. The body lives by itself once it has begun. But  thought —..."</title><description>“I &lt;i&gt;exist&lt;/i&gt;, I am the one who keeps it up. I. The body lives by itself once it has begun. But  thought — &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; am the one who continues it, unrolls it. I exist. How serpentine is this feeling of existing — I unwind it, slowly…If I could keep myself from thinking! I think I don’t want to think. I mustn’t think that I don’t want to think. Because that’s still a thought. Will there ever be an end to it? My thought is &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think…and I can’t stop myself from thinking.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre, &lt;em&gt;Nausea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53293107538</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53293107538</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:38:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Jean-Paul Sartre</category><category>Nausea</category></item><item><title>"The silence was enchanting. Infinite space seemed to enter it, and my spirit, alone with the stars,..."</title><description>“The silence was enchanting. Infinite space seemed to enter it, and my spirit, alone with the stars, seemed capable of any adventure.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;W. Somerset Maugham, &lt;em&gt;The Summing Up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53292117945</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53292117945</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:24:29 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>W. Somerset Maugham</category><category>The Summing Up</category></item><item><title>"But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman."</title><description>“But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53291258356</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53291258356</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:11:42 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Albert Camus</category></item><item><title>Is This Love (Horns Mix), Bob Marley and The Wailers, 1978.</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_53181304606" src="http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53181304606/audio_player_iframe/paperhat/tumblr_mi5p6ymaqI1qih11e?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fpaperhat%2F53181304606%2Ftumblr_mi5p6ymaqI1qih11e" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is This Love (Horns Mix), &lt;/em&gt;Bob Marley and The Wailers, 1978.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53181304606</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53181304606</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:33:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Audio</category><category>Is This Love</category><category>Is This Love (Horns Mix)</category><category>Bob Marley and The Wailers</category><category>1970s</category></item><item><title>"You don’t need religion to have morals. If you can’t determine right from wrong then you lack..."</title><description>“You don’t need religion to have morals. If you can’t determine right from wrong then you lack empathy, not religion.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Unknown&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53181127835</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53181127835</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:28:28 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Unknown</category></item><item><title>"All I can say is this: I am a man like so many others, living through my own experience, a man who..."</title><description>“All I can say is this: I am a man like so many others, living through my own experience, a man who looks at things around him humbly, respectfully with naive curiosity, and above all with love. This love produces the tenderness and pity which I feel towards everyone I meet. I am not a pessimist and I don’t want to be one, but my preference is for those who suffer most, who are the victimes of evil, injustice and deceit.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Federico Fellini&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180991995</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180991995</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:25:04 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Federico Fellini</category></item><item><title>Photo by Nacio Jan Brown, Berkeley, California, 1973.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b07de9156c640b947f709af4687b1aa0/tumblr_mnbt8re15Q1qe0lqqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photo by Nacio Jan Brown, Berkeley, California, 1973.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180364790</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180364790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Photo</category><category>1970s</category><category>California</category><category>Nacio Jan Brown</category></item><item><title>"Just as many girls can be immensely harmed by the impossible cultural demands to be pretty, slim..."</title><description>“Just as many girls can be immensely harmed by the impossible cultural demands to be pretty, slim princesses, so too are many boys immensely harmed by exhortations to never cry, toughen up and be a man. Please, let our children be children.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Fry&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180195908</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53180195908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:05:29 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Stephen Fry</category></item><item><title>"There is always something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain..."</title><description>“There is always something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoevsky,&lt;em&gt; The Idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53166421784</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53166421784</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:18:21 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Fyodor Dostoevsky</category><category>The Idiot</category></item><item><title>Elizabeth Taylor by Roddy McDowall, 1956.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/954b18a5c4283635fdad63ca4a20d311/tumblr_moip3wHhbK1r7wjfyo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth Taylor by Roddy McDowall, 1956.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53166303744</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53166303744</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:16:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Photo</category><category>1950s</category><category>Elizabeth Taylor</category><category>Roddy McDowall</category></item><item><title>I Am a Rock, Simon and Garfunkel, 1966.</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_53153783035" src="http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53153783035/audio_player_iframe/paperhat/tumblr_moig34c0if1qaxnil?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fpaperhat%2F53153783035%2Ftumblr_moig34c0if1qaxnil" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53153783035/i-am-a-rock-simon-and-garfunkel-1966" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Am a Rock&lt;/em&gt;, Simon and Garfunkel, 1966.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53153783035</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/53153783035</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:23:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Audio</category><category>Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel</category><category>I Am a Rock</category><category>1960s</category></item><item><title>Françoise Hardy.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lireuqGHfw1qa8vdso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Françoise Hardy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52895871217</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52895871217</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 17:34:16 -0400</pubDate><category>Photo</category><category>Françoise Hardy</category></item><item><title>"I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born..."</title><description>“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply &lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;…You are a shit.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frida Kahlo, from anunsent letter to Diego Rivera.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52816652189</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52816652189</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 17:32:59 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Frida Kahlo</category><category>Diego Rivera</category></item><item><title>"My life didn’t please me, so I created my life."</title><description>“My life didn’t please me, so I created my life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Coco Chanel&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52812629742</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52812629742</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 16:30:10 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Coco Chanel</category></item><item><title>"If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint."</title><description>“If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Edward Hopper&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52810300312</link><guid>http://paperhat.tumblr.com/post/52810300312</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 15:57:52 -0400</pubDate><category>Quote</category><category>Edward Hopper</category></item></channel></rss>
