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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>a blog</description><title>This is Me.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @amber49204)</generator><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>been awhile</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve started dreaming again. About death &amp; angels &amp; babies. I didn’t know for sure if I believed in angels. But there are always orbs in my pictures. And someone once gave me an entire envelope of pictures where the orbs were only on me. and she said to me…you’ve got an angel, amber &amp; I think it’s probably your Dad. And I say he deserved better than that. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve decided that loving someone, is what I do best. I’m not very good at hating even though I still keep trying. After all I’m not a quitter. My mother still rips my  heart out every chance she gets &amp; my sister has succesfully wasted any talent she’s ever had.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I have Allen &amp; I have Jackson. And so I keep smiling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move along, Move Along.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/68030539</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/68030539</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 17:54:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I can feel the cold in my bones again</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s the last week of October. And in a few short weeks it will be the 16th of November. And until I get past that day, November always feels so heavy. I miss my Dad. More than anyone could ever imagine. There is no comforting me but I just wish someone would try anyway. Anyone. My Dad was the most amazing person you could ever meet. He could make anything funny. He could make anyone smile. He was so full of life. And then someone stole his. Some drunk fucking bastard who didn’t even have the heart to stop his car &amp; see what the hell had happened. I guess even now I”m not finding any forgiveness. I miss him is all. =[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/56824367</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/56824367</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:37:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>shitty week</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m having the shittiest week ever!! I feel totally worthless the last few days. Can’t remember shit therefore I am fucking up everything I do at work. I’m trying to overcome my “new girl” status &amp; it’s so hard to do when I keep screwing up. I think I ask the wrong questions &amp; say “I don’t know” too much. But then when I try to do things without asking…to prove my confidence or independence I get interrupted. So either way I get frustrated. Either because I’m not able to do some things by myself yet or because when I try to someone steps in without my asking them to. I’m seriously getting pissed off about it. And the only person I can be mad at is myself. And all along I thought I had so much strength. Where is it now??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/53810399</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/53810399</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 12:45:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a..."</title><description>““Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Keats&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936947</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936947</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:32:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/wWEoTccCneczp1xcBJwex8Ugo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936747</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936747</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:28:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Blake Shelton</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://amber49204.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/51936259/wWEoTccCneczj39e1gtQYOQl&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blake Shelton&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936259</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51936259</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:23:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Amber on Authortree</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.authortree.com/butterfly49204"&gt;Amber on Authortree&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935448</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935448</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:16:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My First Book- In Need of a Pause</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/inneedofapause"&gt;My First Book- In Need of a Pause&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935405</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935405</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:15:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Amber on Myspace</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nitebutterfly"&gt;Amber on Myspace&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935313</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:14:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Forgiveness</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What a crazy ass week!! Some girl locked herself in our bathroom today at work. And she couldn’t figure out how to unlock it to get out. So she started to freak the fuck out &amp; scream for her boyfriend. I almost fell out of my chair laughing. But I really needed that laugh after 40 some crazy hours doing paperwork &amp; answering the phone &amp; dealing w/ old people who can’t hear you unless you scream at them. I never knew how tiring this would be!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m so sad for my sister with her situation right now. A lot of things have come into light recently &amp; I’m trying so hard to be there for her but it’s hard. And it frustrates me when she says she will come see me and never does. I drive an hour to see my family. Between gas &amp; the mileage on vehicles &amp; the time to get there it’s exhausting sometimes. But I love them &amp; can’t imagine my life without them.[especially jenna]  So I go. And me being here is not a good enough reason for Crystal to say she can’t make it. Because when I lived in Luna Pier she never came to visit. And then there were two other apartments I had that she only managed to come to Once at each place. And it’s shitty I think. Because what I really wanted all those years was just to be close to her. But it never happened. Then I find out some crazy shit here recently &amp; suddenly she wants my forgiveness. And I can do that. I will do that for her. But I want to see a difference. If I’m supposed to forgive her for never being there for me. For closing the door in my face back then….I want to see a change &amp; I want to see it now. I don’t think that’s a whole lot to ask for. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935087</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51935087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:12:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Work.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been at this job now for a little less than a year. And I’ve never doubted myself this much my entire life. I guess it’s good that I finally have something that challenges me because otherwise I’d be bored out of my mind &amp; we all know where that leads. (more running, leaving, losing) But things are good. I’ve never been so in love in my life. And that is equally terrifying. But again…I can’t say I’m bored. My book is NOT doing well. I mean I sold all the ones I had in stock on my own. But as far as marketing it online &amp; out in the public; I’m really not good at that. That’s all I really have tonight….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Till later.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;amber&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51472157</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51472157</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:55:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/wWEoTccCne8scip8zpaaWTXko1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51471674</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51471674</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:51:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"He who does not weep, does not see."</title><description>““He who does not weep, does not see.””</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51471496</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51471496</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:50:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/wWEoTccCne8s70qdqwzPa7Sno1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51470960</link><guid>http://amber49204.tumblr.com/post/51470960</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:47:18 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
