<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[My Blog]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hearts & half-asleep is a personal blog about navigating life as a young adult. It’s a space for quiet thoughts, everyday moments, and reflections on growing up—like late-night thinking, small joys, and learning how to be more present.]]></description><link>https://www.valentinegirlt.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2026 20:33:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.valentinegirlt.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[All that and a bag of chips]]></title><description><![CDATA[I've been thinking about what to write for a new post, but I finally decided on writing about the feeling of embarrassment. Lol. What a silly emotion. Sometimes there's reason behind it, and sometimes it's just unnecessary and brought on by the constant thoughts flowing through your mind. "Oh my god, I can feel my body and I'm alive and I don't know what to do with my arms." Or just overthinking a text to someone you like, and then the whole time it wasn't embarrassing, and you're just...]]></description><link>https://www.valentinegirlt.com/post/all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1c99197ab417a19fbe85bc</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 20:36:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5647f9_67e46518760149938a7b0ec3f3818692~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_640,h_480,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tiffanyandreaaa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The middle parts]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was laying on my couch, or I guess I am laying on my couch, watching Adventure Time when I wondered what happened to our childlike creativity? I just finished school last Wednesday and I also lost my job (unfortunately), so I’m totally free to do whatever I want whenever I want. Which sounds amazing in theory, but having so much free time somehow caused me to feel like I have nothing to do. Or maybe more accurately, nothing I can do. This morning I walked into the kitchen while my grandma...]]></description><link>https://www.valentinegirlt.com/post/the-middle-parts</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a026cd42fe6e98eed43144b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 00:09:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5647f9_41a43e4097f5453cb56715e0f88656ed~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_900,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tiffanyandreaaa</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[warm air, loud thoughts]]></title><description><![CDATA[Im trying to be here more. I think my whole life I’ve spent a good amount of time daydreaming. And I'd say it was for good reason. I grew up in a small town, with a single mom and two brothers that were a lot older than me. And to be honest I never really had many friends or anyone I could call my best friend until high school (after freshman year because quarantine cursed me and everyone). And even then, it kind of felt like everyone already had their go-to person, while I was just always...]]></description><link>https://www.valentinegirlt.com/post/warm-air-loud-thoughts</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f04f08ddc36f176230d6df</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2026 06:11:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5647f9_a87e5da8c97d459d818d5d4b63e392b8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_900,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tiffanyandreaaa</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>