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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>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @msmariaferrari)</generator><link>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Life should be a good run. A strong start with a satisfying...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/aedf98e3e7d8596bd15dc548c82b954b/tumblr_mo1stiMNG71sovsp2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life should be a good run. A strong start with a satisfying finish. Scratch that- because satisfactory is not enough, there must be pride and joy once you’re done. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;During my runs I always feel like collapsing, but I’ve learned to embrace that and to push through when it burns an hurts the most. That’s where the magic happens &amp; where the muscles begin to form. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If life was a good run, it would make more sense for me to push through the painful moments and hurtful circumstances, through the tests and trials because it is through the fire that I come forth as gold. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yeah, it would make a lot more sense.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52418950730</link><guid>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52418950730</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 20:20:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I miss being inspired. So inspired that it can&amp;#8217;t be contained in my heart &amp;amp; it makes its...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I miss being inspired. So inspired that it can&amp;#8217;t be contained in my heart &amp;amp; it makes its way to another art- &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I miss being in awe, loving everything and everyone, especially my Creator. It feels like innocence kept me in love- like children who love with no yields, no cautions. The past or future doesn&amp;#8217;t matter, a child will embrace you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Like how I used to embrace life. Lately the pace has been different. More busy, less tempered. More hectic, less eased. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;God, restore what was lost. All this wandering will only lead to you. I don&amp;#8217;t want a life lit up but does not light the way to you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Steady my heart, Selah.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52387091846</link><guid>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52387091846</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 12:31:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nocturnal lovers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve heard that the older you get, the less you sleep. It&amp;#8217;s true- older people wake up at odd hours and never blink during the day. I don&amp;#8217;t know what old feels like but less sleep sound like a good idea. I want to give all my time to you. Closing our eyes for hours feels like a waste of time, when I could spend every waking moment with you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s grow old together, and never sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52386830112</link><guid>http://msmariaferrari.tumblr.com/post/52386830112</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 12:26:39 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
