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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>SEEMA ALI..
San Francisco, born &amp; raised.
letting my thoughts and emotions flow.</description><title>QueenSeem.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @wsupseem)</generator><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>3 years later</title><description>&lt;p&gt;3 years later and were still tryna figure out what the fuck were doing with each other&amp;#8217;s hearts.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/46654352159</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/46654352159</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 02:38:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I remember when you said you wanted me for Christmas..


smh.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I remember when you said you wanted me for Christmas..&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;smh.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/38838411075</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/38838411075</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 22:25:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i cannot explain how much I dislike you. I don&amp;#8217;t care that youre family. I don&amp;#8217;t care...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i cannot explain how much I dislike you. I don&amp;#8217;t care that youre family. I don&amp;#8217;t care that youre related to me. I absolutely hate your guts. you don&amp;#8217;t act your fucking age, youre a fucking slob, a pig, annoying as fuck, wild, dirty, and everything in that category. youre beyond disrespectful yet you get treated like a fucking king in this house and that&amp;#8217;s the shit I fucking hate the most. you wished death upon YOUR OWN FUCKING MOTHER and she still babys you. you fucking piece of shit, your 24 years old. ACT LIKE IT. you wouldn&amp;#8217;t be shit without my mom. I don&amp;#8217;t even consider you to be my brother. I say youre the house pet. piece of shit nigga. I hope you get locked up. and trust, im wishing for the day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37318093203</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37318093203</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2012 00:55:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mej2o8GFhz1qmoi91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217549875</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217549875</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 18:19:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt4fmUlAU1qh5bybo6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217514743</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217514743</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 18:19:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>


Tupac holding his middle finger high after being shot.

One...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk6s72eJsP1qdahhjo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Tupac holding his middle finger high after being shot.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;One of the dopest photo’s i ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;the realest.&lt;strong&gt; RIP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217479627</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217479627</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 18:18:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meiz9snRf61qjm9bpo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217445631</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217445631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 18:18:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mei9ccOtEg1qjm9bpo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217420930</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37217420930</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 18:17:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>break ups.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;break ups are always hard. but the last break up I had was easy as fuck, and so damn relieving. I wonder why I even stuck around for as long as I did. why I even defended you? nigga you really aint shit. you had absolutely NOTHING going for you. no job, wasn&amp;#8217;t going to school, wasn&amp;#8217;t doing shit. never had money for anything. never even tried. you always used your life as an excuse. THATS FUCKING LIFE bro. people deal with struggles everyday, you choose and make your own decisions. look at your brothers, you have one who is a lab tech, or something like that, then one whos working at a dealership, and was going to school, then the YOUNGEST brother graduated high school and is about to go to the army. everyone is doing something with their life cept you. I mean yeah your other brother is in jail, but that nigga stay hustling, he aint gonna change. hes a smart guy if you actually get to know him too. youre like the unlucky duckling. but as fucked up as I sound right now, I made the worst decision of being with you, especially for how long I was. I mean yeah at one point I was happy, but then I realized, im only giving, not receiving in the relationship. both people should always give 100&amp;#160;%. I did so fucking much for you.but all you did was yell at me, cuss at me, complain, bitch, and not support me in anything because you were constantly insecure with yourself and jealous. I cant have a nigga who cant trust me, cus that shit is annoying s fuck. and, you never fucking gave me space. always blowing up my phone. but anyway, so I blocked your number after we broke up. and you still found a way to bug me. now, you changed your number and are starting to blow up my phone again. like do I have to report you as harassment or some shit? I might as well just change my number. but you still call my house phone like the psycho that you are. you had the nerve to tell me your sob story last night, as if I give a fuck! saying how you forgive me for hurting you, and that you were still using drugs when we were together and youre JUST telling me now, saying that youre tryna be a man about your shit. bitch please, first of all, I didn&amp;#8217;t apologize so you cant forgive me because I hope I hurt you, this is just all karma baby. and secondly, you aint manning up about anything cus you pussy ass nigga always making excuses. but like ive said a million times before, when im done with someone, IM DONE.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37081226063</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/37081226063</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 21:04:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>O.M.G.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me1bpla0S51r2gypdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;O.M.G.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36928865215</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36928865215</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 23:15:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>diabetes.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;it makes me a little sad that I see a lot, and I mean a lot of advertisements for breast cancer, and suicide awareness, and stuff like that, but never any diabetes stuff. not once have I gone to the store and seen diabetes awareness shirts or bracelets or anything of that matter. diabetes is such a huge disease in the world, and it affects so many people, including a whole shitload of children, including ME. I find it kind of rude about that, but its whatever. I had to go and get my own diabetes shirt made and make my own bracelet. like the only time I have seen diabetes stuff in store was when I went to walgreens and it said &amp;#8220;donate to the juvenile diabetes research group&amp;#8221;. yeah so anyway, just a small rant.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36925350103</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36925350103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 22:23:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>rain</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i absolutely hate the sound of rain, especially when its raining hell hard like this. it really scares me. ugh.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36869837909</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36869837909</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 03:09:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9npasw4gx1qe52v7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542952992</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542952992</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 17:15:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma8w3wBf8x1qe52v7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542701459</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542701459</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 17:12:19 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mciue3yZ4T1rre3ugo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542228049</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36542228049</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 17:06:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>first loves.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i always heard that first loves never die. i never believed it. you can always start another relationship whenever youre ready. but i never understood WHY people said first loves never die. ive had relationships after you, and i always ended up thinking about you one day or another. i always ended up thinking about OUR memories, even if i created new ones with other people. i guess thats what it means to have a first love, they really never do die.. youve stayed in the back of my head constantly.. your name stayed in my mouth, your memories stayed in my heart, and your face stayed in my mind. the touch of your hands stayed on my palms, your kisses stayed on my lips. why was your love so strong? why wont your love leave me alone? your love seemed to always be there, like a shadow. it hurts that we couldve been that undefeated couple, but what hurts more is that YOU STILL love me. it hurts because its like if you love me til this day, almost 3 years later, why did you even let me go in the first place? i mean yeah you wanted the single party life, but look at how much youve changed. youre doing things you said youd never do. i mean thats inevitable, cus everyone ends up doing that, but still. i feel like since you changed, your love will too. i asked you what you wanted for christmas, and you said &amp;#8220;you&amp;#8221;. i said bullshit, cus if you did you wouldve made a move, and you said &amp;#8220;its not christmas yet&amp;#8221;. i was speechless, for once. ive always wanted to go off on you, yell at you for a good 30 mins , to let you know how much ive been hurt, to let you know how much it hurt when you finally let my hand go, when you threw in the towel. everyone could see that we still loved each other, even til this day. they always told me , &amp;#8220;you guys are meant for each other&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;you could feel your chemistry in the room&amp;#8221;. we were that type of couple that argued all day, but we never broke up. never did the break up to make up thing. we stuck through it. this is a pain that i cant hide, because a part of me is always torn. im still the only girl who&amp;#8217;s met your mom. youre still the only guy who my sister liked. you still even call my sister &amp;#8220;sis&amp;#8221;. after so many years, so many tries, you finally opened up to me. you were never the type to talk things out, but you finally did. you still want to keep your promises that you told me years ago. but only time will tell, and thats what we always say to each other. this was the kind of relationship where i took care of you, i was the wifey. i went to your football games, i stayed late always getting in trouble. i lied for you, bought you food after practices, bought you amazing gifts, spoiled tf outta you. i remember when i was in the hospital, being diagnosed with diabetes, and you said &amp;#8220;stay strong, youre my little trooper&amp;#8221;.. two years later, you asked how my diabetes was, and i said good, and you said &amp;#8220;cus youre my trooper&amp;#8221;. i guess i can say your love didnt change, and im forever thankful. i dont even know why i keep rambling on about this. i guess i just have a heavy heart. like cmon, i even wrote a MEMOIR on you. i had projects on our relationship. i can sit here all day and talk about you, but i know no one would care haha. but i just dont know what to do at this point, i mean like ive always done me, working and going to school, but youre always on my mind..&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;*to be continued*&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36541850856</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/36541850856</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 17:01:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes you really have to do what&amp;#8217;s best for you , whether you like it or not. It&amp;#8217;s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you really have to do what&amp;#8217;s best for you , whether you like it or not. It&amp;#8217;s not something you want to do most of the time, but you know it&amp;#8217;s something you definitely need to do. I&amp;#8217;ve always had faith in us, but I&amp;#8217;ve also taken enough from you. I&amp;#8217;ve pushed myself away and you noticed. I can&amp;#8217;t help but say I need to breathe. I need to be free right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/29172158491</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/29172158491</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 23:50:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>yourmothersfavoritee:

my faveeeee.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o2_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o3_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o4_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o5_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o6_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o7_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o8_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8gn0fQ29r1rcfdn6o9_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourmothersfavoritee.tumblr.com/post/29111158091" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;yourmothersfavoritee&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;my faveeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/29135915004</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/29135915004</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 14:20:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0k9htKOy21qc1ybno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/19930961050</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/19930961050</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 21:39:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hzk16kO11qjlwh3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/19930953503</link><guid>http://wsupseem.tumblr.com/post/19930953503</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 21:39:01 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
