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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>blame it on my wild heart</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @blameitonmywildheart)</generator><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56295636" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/39072569184</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/39072569184</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2012 09:30:59 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxh5zwzMyA1r0mbpqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/38140983173</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/38140983173</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2012 22:44:53 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/107bb2f4a714a76d33546f93c10546f6/tumblr_met0vpiAZN1r206gbo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/37900909097</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/37900909097</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2012 21:47:57 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc2f4hfDUX1r9asn1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/37900826083</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/37900826083</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2012 21:43:45 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>what is love.. to you?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m83z9qmmm51ra5yp6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;what is love.. to you?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36803435112</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36803435112</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 21:57:25 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbkupu7DpK1qj6vx4o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36803170889</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36803170889</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 21:45:01 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35793424?badge=0" width="400" height="224" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36801499162</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36801499162</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 20:24:09 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdr373bhRA1qaobbko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36542149318</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36542149318</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 09:05:31 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>What do you desire?</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nif01WZ9aI?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;What do you desire?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36317779949</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/36317779949</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 11:02:25 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcooz6Y3Wl1qe52v7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/34630496463</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/34630496463</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 21:50:26 +1100</pubDate></item><item><title>4 U</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6znohz7SK1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you do something just for you. You don’t care who sees it. You don’t care what they think of it. All you care about is the thrill, the rush, that moment – and what comes of it – gives you and you alone. There is something magical about not working to any agenda, not even your own. Of having no deadlines, of going wherever you are led. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26968868491</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26968868491</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 19:01:00 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>from the west to the east</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk5nz5Xj1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk4t3rVx1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk4lJScf1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk49Jjwk1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk3xB7pc1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk3lMumS1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zk31hbmI1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some film photos from a recent trip across Australia&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26966812760</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26966812760</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 17:45:01 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>cool on your island</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zje0UFM81qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zjcr98V01qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zjb2FXKP1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zj8tFIGk1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zj88o6rw1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height="321" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zjdctpe71qlmrip.jpg" width="500"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Feathers, aztec patterns, animal prints, turquoise rings, kimonos, tassels, leather, shells, beads, sums up the latest designs from Spell &amp;amp; The Gypsy Collective.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26966499968</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26966499968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 17:35:00 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6zim54UJp1r1nxu5o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26965683077</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26965683077</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 17:10:53 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Words for thought </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of life’s frustrating realizations is knowing&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that I will never get the opportunity to see myself through someone’s else eyes. I&amp;#8217; am the only person who will ever really know me through and through, and when I die, I will die remembering only my own experiences, I will be, essentially, alone forever.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Although frustrating at first, this thought somehow transforms into an epiphany, if this body is the only way for me to experience my life then why would I ever spend any time worrying about how I’ am perceived by others, or dwell over silly insecurities. Since we are all human I think it’s safe to assume that everybody feels the same way, they probably spend 90%  of their time thinking or worrying about how others see them, but if everybody is doing this then we are rarely judging each other!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How delightful that we are so self-consumed! With this knowledge we can free ourselves from fear of judgement, we can reveal in the thought that everybody is only judging us as a reflection of themselves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spend a lot of time wishing we had better bodies, better skin tone, better hair, we spend a lot of time swooning over other men and women, dying for their legs, thinking if we obtained physical perfection  then we could have it all, it would enable us to feel complete.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s only when I stop to clear my head, when I stop and think of all the  happy couples I know, happy friendships, happy love, I don’t see perfection or perfect bodies, I don’t see dark tans and radiant eyes, I don’t think of perfect sense of style or great muscle tone, in fact I don’t really think of physicality’s at all, I think of smiling and talking, looking into each other&amp;#8217;s eyes and connecting, kissing and resting heads on one another’s.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world is not out looking for super models, we are not looking for  dreams, we are not looking for anything but real love, in fact it seems as  times goes by all I’ am really looking for is myself, reflected in the  kindest and happiest of ways, in somebody else’s eyes. Someone who will kiss me when I’ am crying, someone who will ease the stress of self-perception by making me laugh every day, really, really hard.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26964098953</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26964098953</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 16:31:00 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>A beautiful film clip shot in Byron Bay with Angus and his Dog...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DqDT7mZVEq8?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;A beautiful film clip shot in Byron Bay with Angus and his Dog Inca.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26961664897</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26961664897</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 15:40:18 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Floss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stretch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get to know your parents, like really know them, as a person, not just the people that do your washing and clean up after you. You never know when they’ll be gone for&lt;br/&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel. Alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accept certain ina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you&amp;#8217;re 40, it will look 85.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love. Be loved, give good love.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen…&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- written by Mary Schimch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26960925161</link><guid>http://blameitonmywildheart.tumblr.com/post/26960925161</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 15:26:35 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>head in the clouds</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly1oo7mA0F1qlmrip.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you, to leave this world better than when you found it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Wilfred Peterson&lt;/p&gt;
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