July 2012
17 posts
rubatosis
theantidote:
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 way people hum to themselves while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
(via dictionaryofobscuresorrows:)
“I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the...”
– Fernando Pessoa, from “Uncollected Poems” (translated by Richard Zenith)
