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.
this had better be the summer where i suddenly get hot or else i give up
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.
story of my life or
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
written by Hanif Kureishi (via ryannxp)