Hullo! My name is Hannah, these are my complications in life; these are the things that have ruined me forevermore. I constantly think back to decisions I've made years ago, and what would have happened if I had done something, anything differently. All I need to remember though is everything happens for a reason, and I should just get rid of the beetle on my back telling me to turn right. Basically, this is a blog regarding things I enjoy. Very much a multifandom blog. I'm so sorry.
And what is ‘instant’ death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
Looking for Alaska (John Green), pg 146 —
posted 5:01 pm on Monday, April 9, 2012 with 238 notes