The Third Reich is a bit Rubbish

“Medea”, 1868, William Wetmore Story.
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What is an ‘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. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

-John Green, Looking for Alaska (via observando)

Apr 6 / 1,469 notes

These tweets consistently make me think really really hard about life.  It’s not comfortable but I like it.