<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:12:20.386-08:00</updated><category term='my star'/><title type='text'>The Face Behind The Mask</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-8400424248166820813</id><published>2012-02-01T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:24:22.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came and you took this heart and set it free</title><content type='html'>Dear god I haven't touched this thing for a month or so O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe you me, there's has been stuff happening in my real life, I just haven't wanted to talk about it that much on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a new boyfriend. We've only been going out since the 26th but I feel like it's already been months. He's just been so up front and honest with me. It's mind boggling. But I think that's my favorite thing about him. Not that many people have been that honest with me. He literally told me his deepest secret. (I'm not putting it up here obviously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a ring today. I was so excited. It's meant to be an engagement ring, but I'm treating it as a promies ring until I'm eighteen. I'm not completely sure that we will get married though. I'm moving up to my dads house (yes the one I made reference to in the slenderblog xD) on the 18th. I told him that if he can deal with the distance and me not seeing him a lot then I will gladly marry him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly? I don't think is want to be with anyone else, because I haven't met anyone so honest in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this and put the picture of us and the ring on here later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I want to either take a nap or go outside. It's frigging 68 degrees outside. Maryland weather, y u so bipolar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7x0y51ZzPg/TymZ_DhRQRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0s078ODsaYo/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7x0y51ZzPg/TymZ_DhRQRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0s078ODsaYo/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And here's us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T_eSdac9aA/TymaQ4AaKqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qvyFFXDS76w/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T_eSdac9aA/TymaQ4AaKqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qvyFFXDS76w/s320/photo+(1).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;RANDOM: I actually wore my hair up most of today :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqnVuh5RCGM/TymfZYHu8JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1V38cQDVS2c/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqnVuh5RCGM/TymfZYHu8JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1V38cQDVS2c/s320/photo+(2).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-8400424248166820813?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8400424248166820813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-came-and-you-took-this-heart-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/8400424248166820813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/8400424248166820813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-came-and-you-took-this-heart-and.html' title='You came and you took this heart and set it free'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7x0y51ZzPg/TymZ_DhRQRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0s078ODsaYo/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-3521538137964164778</id><published>2011-12-20T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:52:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of this.</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking sick of everyone bitching me out because I'm actually speaking my mind for once. Well, sorry I don't want to fucking bottle everything up anymore. Sorry that I'm still hurting over this. Sorry that I'm weak. Sorry that I feel like crying every night but don't. Sorry you're so used to me just holding everything in that you don't like this, even though this is what i need to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-3521538137964164778?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3521538137964164778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sick-of-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/3521538137964164778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/3521538137964164778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sick-of-this.html' title='I&apos;m sick of this.'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-5498156980663103901</id><published>2011-12-09T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:43:40.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my star'/><title type='text'>Well, It doesn't happen overnight....</title><content type='html'>But you turn around and a month's gone by. And you realize you haven't cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healing, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Moya Zvezda &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-5498156980663103901?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5498156980663103901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-it-doesnt-happen-overnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/5498156980663103901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/5498156980663103901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-it-doesnt-happen-overnight.html' title='Well, It doesn&apos;t happen overnight....'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-1601280446279650065</id><published>2011-12-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T19:45:44.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got bored today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was super borred in Spanish class so I started doodling shittily, just things that I wanted to scan onto my laptop and make less shitty. Well I didn't do that. Instead I outlined some pics of me, changed somethings, and made drawings for my blog characters. Well only two of them. :P&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOZXD_VxeU/TtmX3patLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PCHPni6fJLY/s1600/Destiny+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOZXD_VxeU/TtmX3patLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PCHPni6fJLY/s320/Destiny+I.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fhZiOlb4Uc/TtmX33iLqCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Nia3zbesBQ/s1600/Tori+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fhZiOlb4Uc/TtmX33iLqCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Nia3zbesBQ/s320/Tori+I.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of want to make Destiny into a kind of puppet-master. Hence the red strings. I got the idea for them to be red from that one Chinese thing that says that there's a red string of fate that guides you or something like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made Tori too tan though. Ah well, I'm too lazy to go back and fix it. :P I will eventually. I really like that picture of Destiny though.... Just the pose strikes me as epic. you can't see her eyes, so you don't truly know what she's thinking. (Also, I haven't decided what colour I want her eyes to be yet. :P If anyone from my slendy blog reads this, leave a suggestion? [psh I'm so not fishing for comments] )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, one of the half-assed doodles was Destiny posed kinda like that with a string connected to Tori, Sky, Kako, Vic's grave, and Lucia. It turned out horrible, I can't draw. XD I can only edit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So this is just to get this out here, just for a mental image for those who read my slendy blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-1601280446279650065?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1601280446279650065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-got-bored-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/1601280446279650065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/1601280446279650065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-got-bored-today.html' title='So I got bored today'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOZXD_VxeU/TtmX3patLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PCHPni6fJLY/s72-c/Destiny+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-1401082993586504577</id><published>2011-12-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:02:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moya Zvezda</title><content type='html'>A/k/a:&lt;a href="http://mlats-shadow.blogspot.com/"&gt; This kid with bad grammar. :P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "moya zvezda" is Russian for "my star". Now you may be thinking "Star? What the fuck kind of pet name is that?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not really a pet name, it just makes me think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the stars are always there? No matter how much we take them for granted? Whether we see them or not? Even if we forget about them, the stars will always be there to shed some light for us when the moon and sun are gone.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he's been since I've met him. He's always been there when I needed him. He's my star, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its like 2AM and I'm done my damn biology&amp;nbsp;brochure&amp;nbsp;so I can finally sleep. thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-1401082993586504577?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1401082993586504577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/moya-zvezda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/1401082993586504577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/1401082993586504577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/moya-zvezda.html' title='Moya Zvezda'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118955519671654714.post-3436379846853884840</id><published>2011-12-01T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:40:29.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction of Sorts.</title><content type='html'>Hi~ My name is Dory and... well I don't think I've ever eaten a fish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding XD My name's Tori and I fucking LOVE FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is just gonna be a place to rant about my real life, I can rant about my slender-shit infested life on the ARG blog. XD Oh that reminds me, you guys must've seen this in your updates right? Feel free to leave a comment our of character. You don't have to use your profile, you can just go anon with your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not doing this for comments, I'm going it for teh lulz. and to have a place to rant about REAL life. Or just type spaztically,&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys from my blog can see, I am Tori and Tori is me, just you know in deep slender shit and generally possessed by ghosts :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drop me a line if you want. if not I'll still post XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118955519671654714-3436379846853884840?l=unmask-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3436379846853884840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/introduction-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/3436379846853884840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118955519671654714/posts/default/3436379846853884840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unmask-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/introduction-of-sorts.html' title='An Introduction of Sorts.'/><author><name>Tori Francis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352861215975945904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ybCGPXnxWc/Tv5ykU4pKWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P9ES9fW8dW4/s220/102_0466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
