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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>unbearable lightness of being</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @itastelikecake)</generator><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>The Defibulators “Get What’s Coming” (via...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="245" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U1zMrdTQsHQ?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;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1zMrdTQsHQ&amp;feature=share"&gt;The Defibulators “Get What’s Coming”&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/MusicFog"&gt;MusicFog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/3463284481</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/3463284481</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 08:03:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Wine does not go in sippy cups</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfjnlmWEit1qfc81x.bmp"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Its one of those days when my son has kept me up all night being difficult to say the least.His blanket was skewed, he couldn&amp;#8217;t reach the  juice sitting next to him. My leg was touching him.He didn&amp;#8217;t like the movie.He wanted my pillow.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A chant of  &amp;#8221; mmommy,mommy,mommmy! In his high pitched ,frantic monotone shriek. I finally say &amp;#8221; what son?  All of this at 4 am. It is these days that i reconsider the meds that have been offered to him..But i feel guilty that I cant handle it. That I am not enough. That i have made some egregious mistake in a past life, to have made my son suffer so.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My son sniffles and finally answers, his panic attack abated for now whispers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I love you&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2912234581</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2912234581</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 15:31:00 -0500</pubDate><category>autism</category><category>kids</category><category>moms</category><category>wine</category><category>alone</category></item><item><title>This is my son 7, right before he was diagnosed with autism.If i...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfgtjy1ydv1qgz7vpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my son 7, right before he was diagnosed with autism.If i could do it all over again. I would do it twice.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888411840</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888411840</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 02:45:00 -0500</pubDate><category>autism</category><category>adderall</category><category>moms</category></item><item><title>"feeling alone feels good, but it dont feel right” bukowski"</title><description>““feeling alone feels good, but it dont feel right” bukowski”</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888167459</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888167459</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 02:23:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title> often, things don’t goes as planned.a child dies,oops and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfgsfiyI0h1qgz7vpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt; often, things don’t goes as planned.a child dies,oops and daddy too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i used to kiss your toes at night,right up to your nose.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;in the end it all came down to ugly nuns, and a bonfire of vanities and lost hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;im still here, waiting for the message to get thru…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888142881</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888142881</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 02:21:00 -0500</pubDate><category>stars</category><category>gauges</category><category>sleep</category></item><item><title>So much for the small talk.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am 34 and  have progressive M.S. also somthing nicknamed the &amp;#8220;suicide disease&amp;#8221;  i mention these things first, because , right now that is what defines me. My shortcomings. My temporary blindness.The pain in my face.And the silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Using my cameras. Giving away my cameras.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Which by definition ,has become an extention of my loss of vision. Trying to capture everything i see. Mostly my children.All the beauty in the world.All the colors.Before it goes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to see as much beauty,and tattoo my entire body. Before i go blind or end up in a wheel chair.Is that so much to ask? Also. i want a monkey.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888101823</link><guid>http://itastelikecake.tumblr.com/post/2888101823</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 02:17:00 -0500</pubDate><category>photography</category><category>M.S</category><category>chronic pain disorder</category><category>blindness.tattoos</category></item></channel></rss>
