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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>Journalist. Musician. Christian. Elephants. Vegetarian. Reader. Writer. Editor. Coffee. Spanish. Exploring. Old books. Barefoot. Dark chocolate. People-watching. Running. Independence. Chips and salsa. Klutz. Rain. Grits. People. Turtles. Photographer. Green pen. Getting lost. Sunflowers. Traveler. Publishing. Subtitles. Smiles. Fast talker. Overthinker. Compulsive quoter.</description><title>Rebecca McKinsey</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @rebeccamckinsey)</generator><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"What if we still ride on, we two /
With life forever old yet new /
Changed not in kind but in degree..."</title><description>“What if we still ride on, we two /&lt;br/&gt;
With life forever old yet new /&lt;br/&gt;
Changed not in kind but in degree /&lt;br/&gt;
The instant made eternity”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Robert Browning&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/22534306129</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/22534306129</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 15:23:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Robert Browning</category><category>quote</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category></item><item><title>meetleia:

Today, I had to tell this chunk muffin she’s, well, a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m08zhigEg61r7flfgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://meetleia.tumblr.com/post/18599193625/today-i-had-to-tell-this-chunk-muffin-shes" target="_blank"&gt;meetleia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today, I had to tell this chunk muffin she’s, well, a chunk muffin.  (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am" target="_blank"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/18599704853</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/18599704853</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 03:27:00 -0500</pubDate><category>cat</category><category>photo</category></item><item><title>thisisjelli:

“Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. “My...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_18596737589" src="http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/18596737589/audio_player_iframe/rebeccamckinsey/tumblr_lzkp5p8YXb1ro0rrp?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Frebeccamckinsey%2F18596737589%2Ftumblr_lzkp5p8YXb1ro0rrp" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thisisjelli.tumblr.com/post/18596138649/love-writes-a-letter-and-sends-it-to-hate-my" target="_blank"&gt;thisisjelli&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. “M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y vacation is ending. I’m coming home late. T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he weather was fine and the ocean was great a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd I can’t wait to see you again.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate reads the letter and throws it away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No one here cares if you go or you stay. I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; barely even noticed that you were away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love sings a song as she sails through the sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone knows it whenever she flies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also when she comes down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every stranger and drifter he greets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And shakes hands with every loner he meets w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ith a serious look on his face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow, c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;arrying with her the good things we know: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to live and a reason to grow, t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;o trust, to hope, to care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate sits alone on the hood of his car w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ithout much regard to the moon or the stars, l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;azily killing the last of a jar o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;f the strongest stuff you can drink. L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ove takes a taxi; a young man drives. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But tears follow after, at the end of the ride, c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ause he might never see her again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate gets home, lucky to still be alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He screams o’er the sidewalk and into the drive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clock in the kitchen says 2:55, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd the clock in the kitchen is slow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love has been waiting, patient and kind, j&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ust wanting a phone call or some kind of sign t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat the one that she cares for, who’s out of his mind, w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill make it back safe to her arms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door, w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;eary head hung, eyes to the floor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says “Love, I’m sorry,” and she says, “What for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m yours and that’s it, whatever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should not have been gone for so long. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m yours and that’s it, forever.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re mine and that’s it, forever.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/18596737589</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/18596737589</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 01:17:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"You never touch just one heart. Because once someone is loved like that, they’ll go on to..."</title><description>“You never touch just one heart. Because once someone is loved like that, they’ll go on to touch countless hearts.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Karen Kingsbury&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/17855025048</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/17855025048</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:17:00 -0500</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>Karen Kingsbury</category></item><item><title>"Never lose your childish enthusiasm, and things will come your way."</title><description>“Never lose your childish enthusiasm, and things will come your way.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/17533730479</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/17533730479</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 22:42:25 -0500</pubDate><category>Under the Tuscan Sun</category><category>Diane Lane</category><category>quote</category><category>Tuscany</category><category>travel</category></item><item><title>"If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do..."</title><description>“If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jim Valvano&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/16824936535</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/16824936535</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:48:00 -0500</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>laughter</category><category>Jim Valvano</category></item><item><title>wearejournalists:

I know the difference between “your” and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luents2xzo1r5mfh8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wearejournalists.tumblr.com/post/12562006417/i-know-the-difference-between-your-and-youre" target="_blank"&gt;wearejournalists&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I know the difference between “your” and “you’re,” and I spawn one gray hair every time I witness the two being misused. I feel like I’m sinning if I don’t read at least 3/4 of the newspaper, and I often find myself reading yesterday’s news to cure my guilt. I have feelings of anxiety when I’m sitting still, because I’m worried I may be missing an opportunity. I can fit everything I own into my two-door Honda Civic. I eat a lot of peanut butter and jelly. There are days of despair when my dreams are light years away, and then others when I am so sure of my destiny that it feels as though I’m walking on a cumulonimbus. I’m a 25-year-old college graduate who despises career lectures and any mention of the words “real job.” I’ve (almost) accepted that the path I’ve chosen will take time and will not result in any sort of great wealth. I hope my friends get rich, because I never will be. Those close to me worry about my fate a great deal more than I do. More often than not, I am certain that the only people reading what I write are my parents and my younger sister. I make them proud, and that is enough for me. I don’t have a salary, benefits, or a 401K. I don’t even have an office, an engraved nameplate, or a reserved parking space. I’m wealthy when I have more than three digits in my bank account. I work two jobs, and I don’t even get paid for one of them. I’m new to all of this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am an editorial intern.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Every journalist is a moralist. It’s absolutely..."</title><description>“Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It’s absolutely unavoidable. A journalist is someone who looks at the world and the way it works, someone who takes a close look at things every day and reports what she sees, someone who represents the world, the event, for others. She cannot do her work without judging what she sees.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marguerite Duras (via &lt;a href="http://thenovelapproach.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thenovelapproach&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/12532395658</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/12532395658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 18:49:00 -0500</pubDate><category>journalism</category><category>moralist</category><category>writing</category><category>quote</category><category>Marguerite Duras</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc19f1GwSV1qcd8nao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/12153842814</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/12153842814</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 03:19:00 -0400</pubDate><category>animals</category><category>photo</category></item><item><title>"You mustn’t let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are."</title><description>“You mustn’t let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marisa de los Santos (via &lt;a href="http://thenovelapproach.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thenovelapproach&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/11801876723</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/11801876723</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 22:54:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Marisa de los Santos</category><category>men</category><category>language</category></item><item><title>http://www.meganterese.com/</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.meganterese.com/"&gt;http://www.meganterese.com/&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Discovered this awesome singer while  watching Rosie Haney and Kaitrin McCoy (two other awesome singers)  perform at Donkey Coffee this weekend. There’s no lack of talent in Athens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/10358473384</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/10358473384</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 10:29:00 -0400</pubDate><category>music</category><category>Athens</category><category>Donkey Coffee</category></item><item><title>catcald:

We will never forget #911 #USA
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr9dc5tCPB1qfax3xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://catcald.tumblr.com/post/10090521432" target="_blank"&gt;catcald&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;We will never forget #911 #USA&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/10090950560</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/10090950560</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 14:38:00 -0400</pubDate><category>911</category><category>USA</category><category>Twin Towers</category></item><item><title>"The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must..."</title><description>“The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Steinbeck (via &lt;a href="http://thenovelapproach.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thenovelapproach&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9978087879</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9978087879</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 21:03:41 -0400</pubDate><category>John Steinbeck</category><category>John Steinbeck quote</category><category>John Steinbeck quotes</category><category>steinbeck quotes</category><category>steinbeck</category><category>john</category><category>writing quotes</category><category>good quotes</category><category>book blog</category><category>grapes of wrath</category><category>of mice and men</category><category>mice</category><category>men</category><category>write</category><category>good writing</category><category>inspire</category></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;I wanna do something that matters, say something different Something that sets the whole...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I wanna do something that matters, say something different&lt;br/&gt; Something that sets the whole world on its ear&lt;br/&gt; I wanna do something better with the time I&amp;#8217;ve been given&lt;br/&gt; I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life&lt;br/&gt; Leave nothing less than something that says, &amp;#8216;I was here.&amp;#8217;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9704351289</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9704351289</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 09:11:00 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>inspire</category></item><item><title>"You know … they say an elephant never forgets. What they don’t tell you is, you never forget..."</title><description>“You know … they say an elephant never forgets. What they don’t tell you is, you never forget an elephant.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Bill Murray&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9690074205</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9690074205</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 21:54:00 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>inspire</category><category>Bill Murray</category><category>elephant</category><category>elephants</category></item><item><title>Loving this right now.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqexnqqSvg1qhiy8jo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loving this right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9321044923</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9321044923</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 23:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>life</category><category>passion</category><category>travel</category><category>inspire</category><category>love</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>"Night time really is the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone..."</title><description>“Night time really is the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Catherine O’Hara&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9242050449</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9242050449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 01:43:00 -0400</pubDate><category>night</category><category>nighttime</category><category>all-nighter</category><category>ideas</category><category>work</category><category>quote</category><category>Catherine O'Hara</category></item><item><title>"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how..."</title><description>“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Richard Wright&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9015245537</link><guid>http://rebeccamckinsey.tumblr.com/post/9015245537</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 19:18:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Richard Wright</category><category>quote</category><category>words</category></item></channel></rss>
