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

You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

—Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via feellng)

There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.

—Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via feellng)

Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

—Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via feellng)