Holozän

What about little microphones? what if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? when you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat,and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. one weird thing is, i wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which i know about, but don't really want to know about. that would be so weird,except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat,because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet.and at the finish line at the end of the new york city marathon it would sound like war.

jonathan safran foer

I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.

—A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
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I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

—Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via theunquotables)

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

George Bernard Shaw (via feellng)

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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

 C.S. LewisThe Four Loves (via feellng)

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People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…

Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love (via feellng)

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

Robert FulghumTrue Love (via feellng)