finishing things you love ruins the experience because you are aware it will end at some point

Well done, Hannah.

No, really.

Congratulations. You had a whole week off and you managed to do, what, two posts?

sigh.

Anyway, lots of ~things~ have happened.

First of all, I finished Freaks and Geeks.
brb crying my eyes out. 
IT IS SO MAGNIFICENT WHY WAS IT CANCELLED WHY WHYWHYWHYWHY????

omg sam's bitchface <3

this is ridiculously adorable

 

Also check out my so-called life guyyz

Moving on.

I finished The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

It is depressing and brilliant and sad and funny and depressing and interesting and DEPRESSING.

It is written so...SO...there is not a valid word to express the way in which it is written.

Or maybe I just don't have the right word available.

The little details are described with such beautiful, ridiculous metaphors that makes everything so much more perfect and vivid. To write a whole review would take lightyears, even though the book (novel? semi-auto-biography? piece?) is reasonably short.

I don't think that I am old enough to grasp it fully.

I get the point of it being great and all though.

It really is evident that Sylvia herself was a bit mad whilst writing The Bell Jar. Maybe being mad was good in her case?

Of course it was.

Anyway, this is really rambling and non-sensical but basically go read it unless you don't want to slightly ruin your life.

-Hannah x