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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>Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.</description><title>Roxy In Transit</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @roxyintransit)</generator><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known..."</title><description>“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do no just happen.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Elisabeth Kubler Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/46024085155</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/46024085155</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 16:04:26 -0700</pubDate><category>quote</category></item><item><title>“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c188eba2c267a7e99842e7acb0ebaa65/tumblr_mgycvmSnTF1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?” ―Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/41063330554</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/41063330554</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 17:45:21 -0800</pubDate><category>Angkor</category><category>cambodia</category><category>quote</category><category>travel</category><category>Adventure</category><category>murakami</category></item><item><title>The way the sun felt on my skin, the soft breeze in my hair, the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbax9frxrn1qacr8to2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbax9frxrn1qacr8to7_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The way the sun felt on my skin, the soft breeze in my hair, the way your skin touched mine gently. The view of that magical island in front of me, the deep blue ocean crashing beneath me. The feeling among it all that despite the chaos in the world, beauty exists where you choose to see it, when you choose to acknowledge it, and it stays in you, however long you want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32790580958</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32790580958</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:15:00 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>travel</category><category>cambodia</category><category>paradise</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo2_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo3_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo4_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo5_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo6_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo7_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo8_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ymxo5FAU1rq3h5vo9_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32739458735</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32739458735</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 09:04:38 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>moon</category></item><item><title>It’s funny how something so large and destructing can still be...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb8ozb1JWn1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It’s funny how something so large and destructing can still be so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32702182054</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/32702182054</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 17:21:11 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>wave</category><category>ocean</category></item><item><title>kristinnoeline:

The baby elephant who spent a day at the beach...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7dlysf3iP1qgb22po1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7dlysf3iP1qgb22po2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7dlysf3iP1qgb22po3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinnoeline.tumblr.com/post/28630565998/the-baby-elephant-who-spent-a-day-at-the-beach-and" target="_blank"&gt;kristinnoeline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddstuffmagazine.com/fun-and-cuteness-of-baby-elephant-on-beach.html" target="_blank"&gt;The baby elephant who spent a day at the beach and had the time of her life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31963735270</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31963735270</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 19:45:51 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing - for the same reason..."</title><description>“There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing - for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins - their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens … The spectacular truth is - and this is something that your DNA has known all along - the very atoms of your body - the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on - were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jerry Waxman (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://astral-travel.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;astral-travel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31775334175</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31775334175</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2012 20:02:11 -0700</pubDate><category>travel</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>The morning after…
How do you pursue truth in a world...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mai67x5HBU1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The morning after…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How do you pursue truth in a world where truth is lost? I find truth in the lyrics of a song, in a novel, in nature, alone, in moments with those that I love. Then as the night turns to morning, I fear the truth will slip away. The world takes it. The morning gets to it. It is only in the strong-willed that it can prosper. But never easily. For it is rare for us to not only see the truth but to live it. I find myself trying to convince and sell the beauty of this forgotten life. Where has it gone? Will it ever win?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31734772172</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31734772172</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2012 09:38:21 -0700</pubDate><category>musings</category><category>truth</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mactwyv0AA1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31534865877</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31534865877</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2012 12:24:34 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>inspiredalice:

An average human looks without seeing, listens...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m71qgbwT9t1rs0uzwo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://inspiredalice.tumblr.com/post/27045823685/an-average-human-looks-without-seeing-listens" target="_blank"&gt;inspiredalice&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without awareness and talks without thinking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31463737506</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31463737506</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 08:30:26 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>Isn’t she the sweetest?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo7_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo8_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m507dgfdXK1qca6wyo9_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn’t she the sweetest?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31274213955</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/31274213955</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2012 09:12:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“One day you’ll be old and decrepit and you’ll...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HRDtS1qRu10?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;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;“One day you’ll be old and decrepit and you’ll be saying I, either, wish i had or I’m glad I did.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I’m glad I did. This place, these people, and this experience will be with me forever and every single day I will dream of the day that I finally return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/30129624169</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/30129624169</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 15:53:00 -0700</pubDate><category>cambodia</category><category>marine conservation</category><category>video</category></item><item><title>I sometimes think I was born into the wrong life. This crazy, loud, everything bigger, everything...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I sometimes think I was born into the wrong life. This crazy, loud, everything bigger, everything better society I find myself so often trying to escape.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would love to become a wandering gypsy, free of everything that bounds me here; money, expectation, society&amp;#8217;s greed, that damn urge to always want more. Why? Why do we always want what we cannot have? Why do we want the newest, fastest, greatest whatever it is that we see again and again on square boxes we sit staring at hour after hour? The sound that booms to us from the radio of our fast, shiny cars; that society tells us if we have, will make our lives easier, make us more attractive, make us happier… make us what? Robots that can no longer think for ourselves? All we see is the biased view from the news, the stories that are censored and edited and changed completely from the original content, until we react exactly how they want us to. I do what I want.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These cities that we build our civilizations around aren’t constant. The only thing that’s constant is change, and with that comes a time when our civilzation must one day check out of this place, like we once upon a time checked into. I’ve walked through the Angkor ruins in which over a thousand years ago was the wealthiest and most powerful empire in all of Southeast Asia and now lies in a pile of rubble in one of the poorest countries in the world. I imagined how life was back then, trying to find the point that distinguishes now from then. Somewhere along the way that daunting voice questions “how long will it be before people are walking on our ruins?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzll4pPRZf1qacr8to1_1280.jpg" width="500"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We claim that technology has advanced our view of the world around us but I beg to differ. If we really understood and grasped what else is out there, maybe we’d be more content with our own lives and appreciate all that we do have. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s a lesson I live over and over, to each place I travel and each friend I meet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish to have nothing, live in freedom, knowing that all that I have is my memories and experiences and the bonds I&amp;#8217;ve formed with people over the years. I wish to merely learn, love and dance in the rain and live happily ever after in my wonderful, dreamy bohemian life. I want nothing more than to feel my soul pressing against the inside of my skin, prickling out through my fingertips, reminding me that I am alive.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/29589704184</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/29589704184</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2012 18:21:00 -0700</pubDate><category>ramblings</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7bkirGSAa1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/27424523900</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/27424523900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2012 12:23:15 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>quote</category><category>truth</category><category>travel</category><category>happiness</category></item><item><title>Got this little guy smack dab on my sternum. If he looks...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6vnuzD3xN1qacr8to2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6vnuzD3xN1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this little guy smack dab on my sternum. If he looks familiar, it’s because he’s the same one that I designed for &lt;a href="http://www.roxannecook.com" target="_blank"&gt;my portfolio&lt;/a&gt;. I’m currently working with the tattoo artist on a concept I have for a sleeve and I’m super stoked about it… it will be the most personal and the most artistic one yet. More to come…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26814672287</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26814672287</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2012 22:13:00 -0700</pubDate><category>tattoo</category><category>seahorse</category></item><item><title>Check out these stunning portraits by Kumi Yamashita, created...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6rqndAK4f1qacr8to1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6rqndAK4f1qacr8to2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6rqndAK4f1qacr8to5_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6rqndAK4f1qacr8to3_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6rqndAK4f1qacr8to4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out these stunning portraits by &lt;a href="http://www.kumiyamashita.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kumi Yamashita&lt;/a&gt;, created with nothing more than a wooden panel, some galvanized nails, and a single, unbroken sewing thread. &lt;span&gt;It’s inspiring to think about what other simple, every-day materials could be used to create works of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kumiyamashita.com/constellation/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.kumiyamashita.com/constellation/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26670268173</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26670268173</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2012 19:23:37 -0700</pubDate><category>art</category><category>thread</category><category>nails</category><category>inspiration</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6mhwiXzV41qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26477879641</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/26477879641</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2012 23:26:42 -0700</pubDate><category>photo</category><category>inspiration</category></item><item><title>I used to be rudely awakened by loud chickens every morning from...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59kxhKKJR1qacr8to7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to be rudely awakened by loud chickens every morning from my cardboard bed, drenched in sweat, sand and salt in my hair, body sticky with insect repellant. But every day, I marveled at the ocean. I exchanged smiles with everyone I crossed paths with. I spoke a new language. I introduced my palette to new exotic flavors. I studied the world under the sea and pretended to be a marine biologist. I was not only protecting the reefs but a community that grew very near and dear to my heart. Now, some mornings I wake up and I don’t recognize this life any more. I just want to go home.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/24629035887</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/24629035887</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 13:29:00 -0700</pubDate><category>cambodia</category><category>koh rong samloem</category><category>marine conservation</category><category>travel</category></item><item><title>Oh, the tangled web we weave.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4rgjionnq1qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, the tangled web we weave.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/23969670363</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/23969670363</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 18:38:00 -0700</pubDate><category>quote</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3sb19VM831qacr8to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/22756033949</link><guid>http://roxyintransit.tumblr.com/post/22756033949</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 19:03:09 -0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
