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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>Dream a little dream.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @janemaay)</generator><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Dear Mama</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s been a month since you left us, mama. We still miss you every single day.However, knowing that you are safe in His arms gives us strength to live on. We love you mama, now and evermore. Sayang sayang sayang, mama. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/32803474548</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/32803474548</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 09:58:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>You’re in a better place, I’ve heard a thousand...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g3k1rJOQPdY?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’re in a better place, I’ve heard a thousand times&lt;br/&gt; And at least a thousand times I’ve rejoiced for you&lt;br/&gt; But the reason why I’m broken, the reason why I cry&lt;br/&gt; Is how long must I wait to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br/&gt; If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place&lt;br/&gt; Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br/&gt; I’ve never been more homesick than now&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Help me Lord cause I don’t understand your ways&lt;br/&gt; The reason why I wonder if I’ll ever know&lt;br/&gt; But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same&lt;br/&gt; Cause I’m still here so far away from home&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br/&gt; If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place&lt;br/&gt; Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br/&gt; I’ve never been more homesick than now&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; In Christ, there are no goodbyes&lt;br/&gt; And in Christ, there is no end&lt;br/&gt; So I’ll hold onto Jesus with all that I have&lt;br/&gt; To see you again&lt;br/&gt; To see you again&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; And I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;br/&gt; If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place&lt;br/&gt; Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br/&gt; Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br/&gt; Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I’ve never been more homesick than now&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/30987577567</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/30987577567</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2012 05:16:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Waiting here for you.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J3OEGnH5x8g?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting here for you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/29877129456</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/29877129456</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 00:02:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
You can forget how to love someone. I’m almost sure of it. It’s a skill like anything else, right?...</title><description>&lt;div class="entry grid_8 prefix_2"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can forget how to love someone. I’m almost sure of it. It’s a skill like anything else, right? If left unattended, it withers, it dies, it gets forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m forgetting what it feels like to really love someone or maybe I’ve already forgotten. It could be too late. I could be faced with something great, someone great, and not know the first thing to do with it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do I put my arm around you like this? Do we spend every night together? Do we move in after two years? What are the rules? You have to teach me. I’m a spring chicken. When everyone else was getting into relationships and learning how to be a great partner, I was working or laying in bed or running away from the possibility of meeting someone because I was scared, because I wouldn’t sacrifice anything, because the concept of sharing my day-to-day life with someone else left me trembling, even though it’s what I wanted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A dry spell can quickly turn into tumbleweeds. A few months can turn into a few years. Time is always screwing you up like that. It’s always reminding you that, contrary to what you might think, you’re not calling the shots. Time is. Time dictates everything and it can either kill something or make it grow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things have already changed. They’ve been changing and I’ve just been too frightened to acknowledge it. Just be nostalgic, just think about a day that’s not today, and you’ll be fine. You won’t have to move forward. That’s how it works, right? If I don’t pay attention to what’s happening right now, if I choose to focus on the stuff that’s already happened, I’m freezing time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Right?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wrong. It’s this kind of thinking that has led me here, that has caused me to forget the most valuable skill of all and be writing this stupid thing in the first place. I’m not sure what it is that I want. A boyfriend who can reteach me what it feels like to be cared for, to be protected. A boyfriend who can teach me how to not be so terrified of everything. The irony is that I’m an intimate person. I thrive off intimacy. But in the past few years, something has shifted to the point where I’m just frightened of human connection. It’s the one thing I crave the most but it’s also the main thing I run away from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are two things I know how to do: Be someone’s friend and work. All of my brain power goes to those two things and it’s like there’s no room left for anything else. My best friend is the opposite. She knows how to be in relationships but struggles with work. It makes me think that every person has their deficit. Mine just pertains to love. For some reason, it’s more mortifying than any other deficit. It’s the most shameful&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/forgetting-how-to-love-someone/#e0rtGCqk7vToWM4W.99"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/forgetting-how-to-love-someone/#e0rtGCqk7vToWM4W.99"&gt;http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/forgetting-how-to-love-someone/#e0rtGCqk7vToWM4W.99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/29552756062</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/29552756062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2012 10:55:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and..."</title><description>“Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27824220550</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27824220550</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 04:22:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3xxewNk9u1r8xmu1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27823766483</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27823766483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 04:08:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7gja1ApoY1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27823434293</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/27823434293</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 03:58:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Lucky Ones.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7"&gt;&amp;#8220;Every now and then the stars align,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8"&gt;Boy and girl meet by the great design,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9"&gt;Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10"&gt;Everybody told me love was blind,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_11"&gt;Then I saw your face and you blew my mind,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_12"&gt;Finally you and me are the lucky ones, this time&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/20708363735</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/20708363735</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 07:27:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;I love you more than songs can say, but I can&amp;#8217;t keep running after...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I love you more than songs can say, but I can&amp;#8217;t keep running after yesterday&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; - John Mayer&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19655852022</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19655852022</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:04:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>We tend to forget that happiness doesn&amp;#8217;t come as a result of getting something we don&amp;#8217;t...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We tend to forget that happiness doesn&amp;#8217;t come as a result of getting something we don&amp;#8217;t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Frederick Keonig&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19624466047</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19624466047</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 08:42:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh what a beautiful day.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m16jisxO0J1r0wa7do1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh what a beautiful day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19622550912</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19622550912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 06:52:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
“I am someone who is  looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2fo39NVSE1qc04yqo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am someone who is  looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”~Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19116124043</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19116124043</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 09:26:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Too beautiful :)))) </title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IYkIH9U-GmM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too beautiful :)))) &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19115429572</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19115429572</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 09:00:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>28.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Feeling a little melancholic today. So many thoughts ran through my mind as i was running on the thread mill. Memories, only if they can be erased. Maybe its the rain or perhaps, the thought of me turning a year older in a week&amp;#8217;s time that made me feel this way. The events that took place in the past 1.5 years have really changed me and sometimes i do miss the old me. The cheerful, warm, hopeful and trusting self. Why am i so afraid to open up? Why do i find it so hard to trust anyone anymore? Why do i shy away whenever someone try to get close to me? I guess i&amp;#8217;m just too afraid of getting hurt again. Maybe its the devil inside me who constantly reminds me of my failures. But. It&amp;#8217;s been too long. I&amp;#8217;m trying . Slowly but surely. I&amp;#8217;m wishing that 28 be the start to many new experiences, sweet  memories, laughter, happiness and love.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19114764106</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/19114764106</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 08:30:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n5LJWG-sQys?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/12104388351</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/12104388351</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 01:02:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Isn’t he adorable?? *melt*</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltob5jHxeO1r0wa7do1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn’t he adorable?? *melt*&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11947558063</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11947558063</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 08:39:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnykcg6Tih1qcxieko1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11934945240</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11934945240</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:31:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnygcr7abb1qcxieko1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11934808426</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11934808426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:28:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnjkfaxvvU1qcxieko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11932614197</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11932614197</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 21:40:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll0zfsaK8k1qcxieko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11932451510</link><guid>http://janemaay.tumblr.com/post/11932451510</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 21:37:34 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
