rubatosis
n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
"I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway."
written by
written by
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via taitetsu)f (via writingsforwinter)
story of my life or
"Happiness in intelligent people is one of the rarest things I know"
written by Ernest Hemmingway (via engineeringparadise)
written by Ernest Hemmingway (via engineeringparadise)
I’m really good at keeping secrets because five minutes later I forget what you told me because I don’t care