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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="20090728114713" class="img" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090728114713.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/278800283</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/278800283</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 10:30:55 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>"The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was,..."</title><description>“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcel Pagnol (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/223805006</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/223805006</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:22:26 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>"If you are depressed, you are living in the past. 
If you are anxious, you are living in the..."</title><description>“If you are depressed, you are living in the past. &lt;br/&gt;
If you are anxious, you are living in the future.&lt;br/&gt;
If you are at peace, you are living in the present.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lao Tzu (via &lt;a href="http://amydoughty.tumblr.com/"&gt;amydoughty&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://jewelinthelotus.tumblr.com/"&gt;jewelinthelotus&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://somethingmeaningful.tumblr.com/"&gt;somethingmeaningful&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://lapetitemort.tumblr.com/"&gt;lapetitemort&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/141204210</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/141204210</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 04:52:07 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"She likened it to a childhood crush, such strong almost obsessive feelings, but more, it had depth...."</title><description>“She likened it to a childhood crush, such strong almost obsessive feelings, but more, it had depth. She felt attracted to everything about him, the way he talked, the way he dressed, the words he used, his apparent innocence. Yet he was filled with a deep knowledge of wise insights. He always said the right things, even whe she didn’t want to hear them. The darkness lifted and she could suddenly see beyond. When he breezed into the room, he brought clarity and brightness with him. He was walking hope and she could tell that things for her be… not fantastic or wonderful or happily ever after, but that they could be okay. And that was enough.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cecelia Ahern, &lt;i&gt;If You Could See Me Now &lt;/i&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136802714</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136802714</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:56:13 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn’t just a friend either. Instead, our..."</title><description>“He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn’t just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn’t like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136802192</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136802192</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:55:06 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"No one deserves to be treated that way. So even if you love him with your entire heart, with every..."</title><description>“No one deserves to be treated that way. So even if you love him with your entire heart, with every fiber of your being, with so much passion that it hurts to think about it, you need to forget what you want and remember what you deserve.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136801312</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136801312</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:53:35 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"And you asked me if he was worth it, if this was worth it. I said, the thing is, the happiness that..."</title><description>“And you asked me if he was worth it, if this was worth it. I said, the thing is, the happiness that I feel when I’m with him is unlike any happiness I have ever experienced. But the sadness that consumes me during the long periods when the happiness is gone is unlike any sadness I’ve ever had, too. It is bottomless and makes me feel hopeless and sad and ugly. And I can’t decide which one is more affecting, Can I live without the happiness, can I live with that sadness? I don’t know…I don’t know anything anymore.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136771516</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136771516</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:55:11 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"A girl only needs three things in her life: love to make her weak, alcohol to make her strong, and..."</title><description>“A girl only needs three things in her life: love to make her weak, alcohol to make her strong, and friends to pick her up when the first two make her hit the ground.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136770481</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136770481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:53:10 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on” from a relationship. It’s not like you..."</title><description>“I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on” from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to “move on”, you are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute of everyday until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136763503</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136763503</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:40:06 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I’ve always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to..."</title><description>“I’ve always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don’t want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. no one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at the point that I don’t know what I want. I just know i want it to be easy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jill A Davis (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136750339</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136750339</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:13:37 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring..."</title><description>“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor, but when those senses weaken, another heightens; memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mitch Albom (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136747083</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136747083</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:07:03 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"You can spend your whole life thinking you want commitment. You grow up with a clear idea of exactly..."</title><description>“You can spend your whole life thinking you want commitment. You grow up with a clear idea of exactly what it is that you want, and yet when you have it, when it’s there, attainable, on your doorstep, you change your mind. Perhaps this is what we need: a dream, a hope for the future, something to aspire to, and perhaps we need to keep replacing this dream with something a little bigger, because when we manage to fulfill the dream, we usually find out that it’s not what we wanted in the first place, or if it is, it doesn’t feel the way we always thought it should. Sometimes, if you’re very mixed up, very stupid, or very thoughtless, you screw up the dream just as you get it. you tell yourself you don’t deserve it, and you have to start all over again.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jane Green (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136718888</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136718888</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 01:08:29 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"When you’ve hit breaking point sometimes you need to be held, and sometimes you need to talk. The..."</title><description>“When you’ve hit breaking point sometimes you need to be held, and sometimes you need to talk. The odd thing is we tend to talk to the most unlikely people. We talk to strangers in the street, a kind word or a reassuring hand on our arm causes us to open up, causes all the pain to come spilling out. We talk to strangers, or to people who are not in our inner circle because we don’t care and they won’t judge. We don’t think about the consequences of talking to those we don’t know well. We don’t worry that they are seeing us at our most vulnerable, that they may take advantage of that. No. Why would we?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jane Green (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136718694</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136718694</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 01:08:16 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Guys drink to forget about girls. Girls drink to think back about the guy. When guys are in love,..."</title><description>“Guys drink to forget about girls. Girls drink to think back about the guy. When guys are in love, they become poor. When girls are in love they become pretty. Guys can forget, but can’t forgive. Girls can forgive but can’t forget. Guys break up when they feel love from another girl. Girls break up when they feel the separation from their man. Guys feel curiosity towards all girls. Girls feel curiosity towards guys who are interested in them. When guys are heartbroken they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl. When girls are heartbroken they try to find his characteristics in another guy. But finally, guys wish to be her first love, girls wish to be his last.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136711725</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136711725</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:55:09 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"There was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were..."</title><description>“There was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detatched, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Daphne DuMaurier (via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136704420</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136704420</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:41:15 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I hated the person he had become…the person that loved me then changed. Changed into someone who..."</title><description>““I hated the person he had become…the person that loved me then changed. Changed into someone who left me in ruins. As I hated the person he became, why do I love him still? Maybe it is the memory of the happy times of what I know is still there. Or maybe I just don’t want to admit I cared so much more than he ever could.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136702335</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136702335</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:37:14 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s not okay that you hurt me, but I am okay. I deserve more, and I know that now. And maybe you..."</title><description>“It’s not okay that you hurt me, but I am okay. I deserve more, and I know that now. And maybe you knew that inside, that you couldn’t give me that yet. So you set me free. We would’ve been so great, you would never have wished for more than I would’ve given you. But you never gave it a chance. So now you’ll never know what could’ve been. Maybe someday you’ll regret it, maybe someday you’ll think it was the best decision you ever made, but maybe someday you’ll see me walking, smiling and happy, alongside someone who’s also smiling and happy because he has my heart. Maybe then you’ll stop and realize what you’re missing, because someday, someone is going to thank you for letting me go…””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136701903</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136701903</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:36:31 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I wish he meant it when he kissed me, because then I could look back and remember someone who loved..."</title><description>““I wish he meant it when he kissed me, because then I could look back and remember someone who loved me. Now I can only look back and realize someone used me.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;quotewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136701667</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/136701667</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:36:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>(via dirtylittlestylewhore)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/UU8sftjMcnzp9eesBhHOdSEjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://dirtylittlestylewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;dirtylittlestylewhore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/114421283</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/114421283</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 19:42:55 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."</title><description>“Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert (via &lt;a href="http://littlemiss.tumblr.com/"&gt;littlemiss&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/113109336</link><guid>http://beehives.tumblr.com/post/113109336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 06:31:13 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
