Author: iamanolive

I’m Anoushka (formerly known by a couple of other random names, but I currently like this one better, so that is what you shall remember). Welcome, human, to my little corner of the internet, my blog – Dipped in Ink, a cozy (or sometimes not) little place where I share my opinions on books, rave endlessly about my terrible writing skills and my busy, chaotic life, and, most importantly, a place where I can escape from this horrid old reality that seems to be my very worst enemy. Oh and I also talk a lot about my hatred of time, so that’s important.

july inked on paper (farewell to the month of the ridiculous)

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july was actually insanely weird.

mostly in that i vaguely recall still being in the first week of it BUT SOMEHOW WE’RE IN AUGUST AND I’M FAILING TIME AGAIN. (#rude)

but also because i very uncharacteristically spent most of it doing other kinds of ignoring-math-assignments shaped stuff that surprisingly DID NOT include reading and/or writing, which is possibly even more shock-inducing than my unkempt foreignness with time.

(AREN’T I FULL OF SURPRISES LIKE THAT)

i maybe one day successfully convinced myself that i’d grown bored of my smol blog looking the same since an entire year and another half and therefore needed to have new and shiny things thrown at it. so i did the throwing. which included creating the new featured image graphics (BECAUSE I’M NOT WASTING CHOCOLATE BY THROWING IT INSTEAD, DARNIT) you probably saw on the rambles section of this otherworldly phenomenon (aka dipped in ink) if you’re nice like that, or didn’t if you’re not. and changing up themes and habitually freaking out over the workings of the universe and such.

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what happened when this savage song took the world by storm

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i have this bad habit where i read the first chapters of books about 47645 times before moving on to read the rest of it’s entirety.

and it’s bad because i happen to be an interminable idiot who only does this to the books she likes and makes it her life mission to read every single book whose first-chapter she’s ever hated and see it until the end.

i don’t know, man. falling in love with books is scary because they take over my life and make me want to read them about a thousand times over and every other book i’ve ever read seems so dull and worthless in comparison. they make suing the world seem like such a fun prospect BECAUSE THE WORLD IS SO PLAIN AND BORING.

(why can’t we have monsters and star-covered girls named ilsa who fall in love with cats)

which is maybe why i run away from stories that promise greatness.

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the olive’s #amcurrently update for the 30th of april || ft. the island where the volcra abandoned her and what she’s been doing (APART FROM WRANGLING OUT AN INTERNET CONNECTION FROM SAND-DENSE THIN AIR, OBVIOUSLY)

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sometimes all the months go by in a blur of days and you’re left wondering how you landed in april in the first place.

it’s just the slightest bit surreal looking back over half-drafted february wrap ups when you should be working on one of the present month. it’s also ridiculous how we celebrated new years’ FOUR ENTIRE MONTHS AGO ALREADY.

but mostly you’re just a little busy freaking out over that latest post you drafted some two months ago but that you’re still burnt out from like you’d scrambled to finish it before your harshly self-imposed deadline of last night. after which you’re left wondering about how maybe something is wrong with your abstract perception of the universe and you’ve got the concept of time all mistaken.

(which, no offense, BUT YOU PROBABLY HAVE)

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january inked on paper || the perfect bookworm life would be one where all we did was eat books and sleep. WITH CERTAIN CHOCOLATE-FLAVORED OVERLOADS because chocolate is important for survival DARN YOU. (welcome to my world)

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i shall forever begrudge the simple fact that we don’t currently live in a world ruled by chocolate.

because then we wouldn’t forever be insearch of incredible stuff since it’d technically be handed out on a silver chocolate-made platter. LIFE WOULD BE PERFECT.

(except maybe for the time when we’d wish said universe would have been better off ruled by me instead, BUT SHH. we’re talking about chocolate currently)

january was a slightly ridiculous month wherein the world didn’t allow me to conquer it and the dragons in my backyard decided to burn it down as revenge.

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december inked on paper || look at me being habitually rebellious and posting december recaps at a time that most other people save for those of the present month. HELLO I AM A REBEL.

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decembers have the habit of being one of the most eventful times of year.

mostly because of all the vacations. vacations are the only times out-of-normal things deem it alright to happen. such as discovering magic inside cupboard spaces or having giants accidentally break open your hotel door and whisk you away to magiclands. or learning swordfighting with pen-shaped gifts from centaurs and going on road trips that shall change your life for the rest of time. discovering water to change the course of civilization. (they never had schools at the time. IT WAS AN ALL-SEASON VACATION. THE LUCKY BEANS) and running away from home and falling into a hole where monsters roam. WHICH ENDS WITH HAVING ALL YOUR BONES EATEN, YOU HEADLESS REVOLUTIONARY. (why are you always so dumb, bob)

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welcome to 23 || wherein we create goals for the new year and casually proceed to forget all about them (BECAUSE WE MUST KEEP UP #HABITS DARNIT) ft. becoming queen of the dragons and other goals for 2023

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i have a memory of last year i keep thinking about a lot.

the last day of 2021. me being convinced i could become world ruler if i just POSTED MORE. and therefore putting up an entire timetable right above the desk where my computer usually sits. that place people sometimes use to hang up periodic tables and the like.

one of those post ideas included a goals list for 2022. people did it and i wanted to do it too.

you know. thinking back, i’m actually cackling in the quietest voice over how much i loved smol anoushka and her blatant inability to stick to plans.

because if she’d gone through with them, i would currently possibly have been in the middle of hiding under blankets from all the forgotten goals she’d made herself that day.

AND I’M ACTUALLY VERY GLAD I STILL GET TO HAVE A CHANCE TO QUALIFY AS QUEEN OF THE WORLD AND KEEP MY TITLE AS FABULOUS HUMAN.

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happy end-of-your-reading-challenge to all those celebrating BUT I STILL HAVE FOUR BOOKS LEFT and thus am not one of the celebrating parties || wherein i accidentally forget to sleep and read for 24 hours straight. and then inflict upon you all the details of my nightly escapades. YOU’RE WELCOME.

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i currently have all the library books stacked around me on the bed, along with all the stolen ones from my sister’s stack.

(because what else do you keep sisters around for, am i right?)

basically, welcome to the world’s newest dilemma: THERE’S ONLY TWO DAYS LEFT AND I’M ONLY FOUR BOOKS AWAY FROM SMASHING MY 2022 READING CHALLENGE LIKE THE QUEEN THAT I CLAIM TO BE. BUT ALSO THERE’S FOUR BOOKS. AND ONLY TWO DAYS. it’s a problem.

THE WORLD IS CONCERNED.

(although, TECHNICALLY, it’s not. the concerned parties in question is only just me because LOOK. I WANT TO APPEAR QUEENLY AND WINNING = QUEENLY. i must be queenly)

(EXCEPT MY MUM MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT CONCERNED TOO BECAUSE SHE DECLARES I MUSTN’T GIVE UP SLEEP. but it’s ok. I’VE BRIBED WITH CAKE*)

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the end of the year book tag (the 2022 version) || wherein people freak out over yearly changes AND PAST CONQUESTS THAT HAVE TRAGICALLY FAILED. also books. because there’s always books.

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welcome to that one time of the year when we’re forced to acknowledge all the dangerously real fact-shaped things lying in wait beyond the woods.

i’ll let you in on a secret. it’s a sad one. a possibly dark one. it might crush your soul SO BE WARNED AND DON’T SUE ME LATER.

there’s only eight days left. for the year to change again.

and it’s a sad truth. with all the crossed out corners in your notebooks where dates have been rewritten because you got the year all wrong. and forgotten ages and new things and failed reading goals and all the words in your head you never got around to writing.

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november inked on paper || welcome to the last time we ever get to add 22 to the end of a date. i’m actually very sad.

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november was such a weird month.

november was crowds and people and dogs and chaos. it was fancy dresses and weddings and basically just a whirlwind of things happening, most of which don’t even make sense anymore.

but i vaguely remember it being fun. i majorly just recall it being disappointing.

although the disappointing part of it can hugely be attributed to the sole mistake the world made of running away too fast. basically, i can’t believe we’re only a month away from 23 AND IT MAJORLY FREAKS ME OUT??

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that time when loveless ran completely contradictory of its title and had me flailing over printed pages || my life is perfect

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maybe one of the best selling points of a world-loved author is when their books are ridiculously easy to binge-read within the smol lengths of a mere four hours.

in other words, ALICE OSEMAN PROBABLY DESERVES TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD SOMEDAY.

although i wouldn’t exactly encourage the idea too much, because MAKING THE WORLD ALL MY OWN IS MY LIFELONG DREAM DARNIT. but i also wouldn’t be completely against the otherly dreams, because, COME TO THINK OF IT. this reality would be so much better than, say, a marissa meyer rule BECAUSE I AM FIRMLY AGAINST THAT.

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