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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.-Oscar Wilde 

I am Jess, an 19-year-old Ottawa [Canada] native, Montreal transplant, theatre production student, music-book-movie appreciator and amateur baker, with a longing to travel, far too many clothes and a love for Canada Dry Ginger Ale. 
Contact me via jessasart[at]gmail[dot]com</description><title>Life Imitates Art</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @lifeasart)</generator><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I’ve been off school for a week with the dreaded swine flu. I’ve finally started to get...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been off school for a week with the dreaded swine flu. I’ve finally started to get my strength back yesterday. Today I decided to walk to the famed Fairmont Bagel. I strolled home with warm seasame bagel. It was really lovely. Just when I begin to loath this city I fall back in love again.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/245557757</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/245557757</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 21:42:34 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"This is how it works.
You’re young until you’re not.
You love until you don’t.
You..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;This is how it works.&lt;br/&gt;
You’re young until you’re not.&lt;br/&gt;
You love until you don’t.&lt;br/&gt;
You try until you can’t.&lt;br/&gt;
You laugh until you cry.&lt;br/&gt;
You cry until you laugh.&lt;br/&gt;
And everyone must breathe,&lt;br/&gt;
until their dying breath.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is how it works.&lt;br/&gt;
You peer inside yourself.&lt;br/&gt;
You take the things you like,&lt;br/&gt;
and try to love the things you took.&lt;br/&gt;
And then you take that love you made,&lt;br/&gt;
and stick it into some—&lt;br/&gt;
someone else’s heart,&lt;br/&gt;
pumping someone else’s blood.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Regina Spektor, &lt;i&gt;On The Radio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/241067650</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/241067650</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:57:52 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, … back home to a..."</title><description>“You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time-back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thomas Wolfe&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/225414524</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/225414524</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:24:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes, my best has to be enough.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, my best has to be enough.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/223383428</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/223383428</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:30:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You run through the forest, settle before the sun.
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me.
You..."</title><description>“You run through the forest, settle before the sun.&lt;br/&gt;
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me.&lt;br/&gt;
You should come back home, back on your own now.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ragged Wood, &lt;/i&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/219578483</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/219578483</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 21:02:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life."</title><description>“Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mother, &lt;/i&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/219270030</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/219270030</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 14:00:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough..."</title><description>“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/215908330</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/215908330</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:40:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Enlightenment is man’s leaving his self-caused immaturity. Immaturity is the incapacity to use..."</title><description>“Enlightenment is man’s leaving his self-caused immaturity. Immaturity is the incapacity to use one’s intelligence without the guidance of another. Such immaturity is self-caused if it is not caused by lack of intelligence, but by lack of determination and courage to use one’s intelligence without being guided by another.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Immanuel Kant&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/207689349</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/207689349</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:43:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>If there wasn’t a minus amount of money in my bank account, I would have gone home by now.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If there wasn’t a &lt;i&gt;minus &lt;/i&gt;amount of money in my bank account, I would have gone home by now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/205460043</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/205460043</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:45:13 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted,
Though our skin may not touch skin.
Look for me..."</title><description>“But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted,&lt;br/&gt;
Though our skin may not touch skin.&lt;br/&gt;
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.&lt;br/&gt;
I will come on the breath of the wind.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Decemberists, &lt;i&gt;Yankee Bayonet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204687576</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204687576</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:08:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Back to an old tradition. This week’s favorite PostSecret.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr0r3x8JHa1qz9se3o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to an old tradition. This week’s favorite &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204684657</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204684657</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:04:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Truth is, as a base of operation, you cannot beat a fucking saloon."</title><description>“Truth is, as a base of operation, you cannot beat a fucking saloon.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al Swearengen, Deadwood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204682477</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/204682477</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:02:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Elizabeth I take II.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqyv1e1Uwy1qz9se3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth I take II.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203798192</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203798192</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:34:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare..."</title><description>“I grieve and dare not show my discontent,&lt;br/&gt;
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,&lt;br/&gt;
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,&lt;br/&gt;
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203796940</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203796940</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:32:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Gets in his car and drives away,
Far from all the things that we are.
Puts on a smile and breaths it..."</title><description>“Gets in his car and drives away,&lt;br/&gt;
Far from all the things that we are.&lt;br/&gt;
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out.&lt;br/&gt;
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise.&lt;br/&gt;
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise.&lt;br/&gt;
Hey child, things are looking down,&lt;br/&gt;
That’s okay you don’t need to win anyways.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t be afraid just eat up all the gray,&lt;br/&gt;
and it will fade away.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Patrick Watson, &lt;i&gt;The Great Escape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203795327</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/203795327</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:30:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘Round about midnight when it’s still too hot to think
We’ll go back down to the..."</title><description>“‘Round about midnight when it’s still too hot to think&lt;br/&gt;
We’ll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink&lt;br/&gt;
Everyday working, not gettin’ far&lt;br/&gt;
No, this town ain’t much for startin’ up, it’s only made for stars&lt;br/&gt;
And here comes sad nights again&lt;br/&gt;
Here comes sad nights again.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Blue Rodeo, &lt;i&gt;Sad Nights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/180854751</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/180854751</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 22:24:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"If there’s one thing I’ve learned about people, many will do anything — anything — not..."</title><description>“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about people, many will do anything — anything — not to die. And they’ll do anything to keep from living their life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuck Everlasting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/175177285</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/175177285</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:35:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have been in my new city, and home, for one day plus a week now. Tomorrow I start classes. I am...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been in my new city, and home, for one day plus a week now. Tomorrow I start classes. I am terrified, excited, confused all in turn. I don’t know what to think. I’m going to hold my head high and give it my all. Because thats the best I can do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/170139494</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/170139494</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:29:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Whenever people say, ‘We mustn’t be sentimental,’ you can take it they are about..."</title><description>“Whenever people say, ‘We mustn’t be sentimental,’ you can take it they are about to do something cruel.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Brigid Brophy&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/169230374</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/169230374</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 18:11:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to..."</title><description>“I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/165481150</link><guid>http://lifeasart.tumblr.com/post/165481150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 00:42:27 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
