i want to slam my head against the wall just to feel something, because after this book and the absolute emotional tornado it came with, i'm not sure i will be able to ever again.
i feel empty, and desperate, sad, miserable and relieved, and so full of burning love and passion for this book.
it so violently reminded me why i love reading so fucking much.
it's books like these that make life seem bright and joyful and lively and horrible and beautiful. that make emotions a thing of reality, not just type-written words, ink on paper, a meaningless mess of letters.
i feel so god awful and all choked up with affection.

if i died now i would be most okay with that, knowing i'd had the opportunity to consume this magnum opus of a piece of literature.

doubt thou the stars are fire,
doubt that the sun doth move,
doubt truth to be a liar,
but never doubt i love.

(... this book; thanks shakespeare)