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.
Continue reading “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”
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*)
Continue reading “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.”
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.
Continue reading “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.”
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??
Continue reading “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.”
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.
Continue reading “that time when loveless ran completely contradictory of its title and had me flailing over printed pages || my life is perfect”
if we started a conversation about the kind of month september ended up being, i’d possibly run away into the far, far corners of the haunted woods and never return.
haunted woods are ridiculously fascinating. THERE’S SO MANY SECRETS AND DARKNESS AND FUN. there’s also the slight possibility that you might someday stumble upon hidden underground libraries AND LIVE THERE FOR AN ETERNITY (immortal rooms that let you borrow some of their magic are pretty amazing like that) and return back to overground humanity when the initial question-asker who led TO YOUR UNEARTHLY AMAZING FATE is no more and the names of the months have changed and then you could use all of the fantasy you’ve devoured TO TAKE OVER UNIVERSES AND DECLARE YOUR RULE AS QUEEN, BURNING DOWN OF ALL THE VILLAGES THAT DEEM IT ACCEPTABLE TO DISAGREE WITH YOU.
Continue reading “september inked on paper || WHO THE HELL IS IN CONTROL HERE??? and HOW DARE THEY break my reputation of BEING FABULOUSLY UNPUNCTUAL??? HOW DARE YOU, BOB”
look. the volcra* devoured me okay??
they’re actually incredibly loyal beings who always kidnap me whenever i need them to. or maybe they’re just good liars and i feed them all the strawberries sometimes so they keep secrets for me. BUT THEY’RE GOOD PEOPLE OKAY?? i love them. only second to dragons obviously. AND ALSO OLIVES AND MY SIX OF CROWS. six of crows rules.
but look. i’m back!!!!!!! aren’t you THE HAPPIEST??
yes. yes you are.
Continue reading “what goes on with the olive’s life (and all the details you need to know about unfortunate disappearances and world conquering || a #amcurrently update wherein i am excited and tired and also IN DESPERATE NEED OF OLIVES AND SLEEP. also HIIII I’M BACK AND BRING CAKE BECAUSE YOU MISSED ME (YOU DID)”
if someone happened to read 366 books in an entire (non-leap) year, would that mean they have successfully defeated the months?? by outnumbering the entirety of the days??
it should right?? because that would be fun and also make time look mortal and possible-to-mess-with. which, honestly?? WOULD BE QUITE PHENOMENAL ACTUALLY!! while also giving us the LONG-AWAITED CHANCE AT REVENGE. fun stuff.
but then there’s also this: if someone read 30 books every month, WOULDN’T THEY HAVE TO EVILLY CACKLE WHILE THEY CONVENIENTLY PROCEEDED TO IGNORE THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE?? and wouldn’t huge HUUUUGE accomplishments such as READING 30 BOOKS IN A MONTH (OHMIGOSH WHAT) seem hugely and unfairly mediocre and simple, every-day stuff??
Continue reading “july inked on paper || wherein the books betrayed me?? ft. talk of defeating time and the universe + ice cream + the general brekker obsession with dark chocolate and maybe ridiculous levels of gushing because i’m obsessed like that”
possibly, one of the worst things in life is when you read an entire book and then realize that you are passionately of the mind that what you just read MUST BE BURNED DOWN, even if aforementioned burning TAKES DOWN THE WORLD WITH IT.
it’s even sadder if you accidentally happen to read an entire SERIES that matches the description.
hi i’m the olive (REMEMBER ME?? i rule upon the worlds??) and i spent 2 sleepless days wasting my time trying not to throw books and torn hair at the wall.
mostly because it wasn’t the wall’s fault, ok?? BUT ALSO BECAUSE AFOREMENTIONED BOOKS WERE ON MY IPAD AND THE IPAD IS MY LIFE SO THIS IS TECHNICALLY SELF-DESTRUCTION AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT.
Continue reading “i binge-read the summer i turned pretty and am now a sleep-deprived mess. SEND HELP?? || so i may have stumbled upon my MOST HATED BOOK OF ALL TIME THAT SHALL BE THE REASON BEHIND MY EVILLY SAD DESTRUCTION”
sometimes the months decide to be ridiculous and fly by you.
it’s the way of the world actually, because it feeds off of evilness like that.
giving you major existential crises sometime around july and the end of the year are it’s greatest reasons for being.
so that’s how you find yourself dreaming of a windy january day (or, like, a scorching hot one, depending on where you live, YOU ALIEN), looking out the window at the ice cream truck (REVERSE THE CONDITIONS OF EVERYTHING IF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE IS INVOLVED) and worriedly obsessing over the fact that EVERYONE SKIPPED MAY AND NO ONE EVEN SEEMS TO NOTICE.
Continue reading “june inked on paper || wherein all the screaming happened and exams tortured my soul + IT’S SUMMER”