it's about due time i picked up a book again.
the bell jar by Sylvia Plath. heard a lot about it but never really got down to getting a copy, until yesterday.
*correction
she died by asphyxiation from a gas stove and not from putting her head in the microwave.
god only knows how i came up with that. that is a fucking morbid way to die by the way. to first smell your hair burning, your skin drying, your eyes hardening, the heat permeating through your scalp...i don't even know whether you'd be conscious enough to feel your brains getting cooked inside.
not that i know anything about putting heads into microwaves.
just saying.
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