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

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe (via feellng)

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
This is all practice.

Chuck PalahniukInvisible Monsters (via feellng)

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)