Sleep Is For The Week, Not The Weak, So Rest, Bitch.

Sleep is for the week, not the weak, so rest, bitch. 

me: im giving up *still has hope*

12.09.21

A well-earned—so I must remind myself ad nauseum—relaxing weekend, one of the last I may see for a while now as I become caught up with the momentum of my classes. I set up my new bookshelf, now home to a plant and some books I found at a local used bookstore. I’m hoping to bring the rest of my favourites from home (is here supposed to be home now?) in a couple of weeks.

On another note—no apology will be given for the delight that is my own organic humour—I’m nearing the end of River Flows in You. It has been a drawn out process, but more in the sense of savouring, or so my nostalgic mind tells me.

I may be gone for a while. I’m not sure, more so than usual. I will be back. Until then, I hope you find what you need, if not what you’re looking for.

You’re still here? It’s over, go home.

Go!

23.08.21

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” —The Catcher in the Rye, J.D Salinger

I love CrashCourse and Vlogbrothers, but—as I’m not a fan of non-sci-fi-fantasy-adventure fiction—this is the first novel of John Green’s I’ve read. It may end up being the only one, but it holds a special place in my heart. “Sycamore Trees” and “Capacity for Wonder” are my favourites, but it’s beyond that. This book bleeds humanity. It keeps me afloat on bad days. It reminds me that we’re not alone. This book means everything to me. I give John Green, as a human being, 5 stars.

Ok… 6 stars.

19.08.21

A cool day out at the lake with family and my favourite shoes, but there’s a chill in the air. It must be Thursday.

“I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.” The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky