roachpatrol:

the cats locked themselves in the bathroom somehow and i made the situation significantly worse by dismantling the doorknob and finding out the lock bolt is glued in place. now i gotta wait for Maintenance to arrive and explain that i am dumber than two cats. >:T

i started to laugh but then i remembered that when i was a volunteer at a cat foundation, one furry guy who we literally called “dekiel” bc he was THAT stupid managed to open a cabinet that in a normal situation required a key and lot of patience. and he did it so fast i didn’t even see him doing it, he nyoomed between my legs, ran into the corridor and when i got there: bam, cupboard open. and it contained a lot of blankets and towels and stuff like that. which were scattered all over the hall while dekiel, the hyperactive asshole that he is, checked out the empty cabinet and left via nyoom, proceeding to explore the rest of the corridor.

2018 Beat The Backlist

So, you know, this absolutely horrifying year of 2017 is soon ending. And New Years is, like, the time to reconsider, refocus & set some goals, right?

You see, there’s a certain irony about me: I’ve always loved books. I learned to read when I was three, and devoured all kinds of written word much faster than any kid my age had business doing. I’ve checked the most books out of my primary school’s library five years in a row. Mum routinely came to my room in the evenings to remind me about homework, food, and sleep.

And almost all of that I’ve lost in high school.

That’s when depression hit, and out of all the things I’ve missed out because of that, reading has been by far the worst loss. I couldn’t focus on a book to save my life. Something I’d have read in a few hours before now took weeks.

I never recovered from that. Reading is still hard for me, for reasons I don’t entirely understand. I’ve barely read anything in 2017.

And, frankly, this is unacceptable to me. I intend to spend my life reading and writing all kinds of words. So as of today, I’m saying “fuck this” to my mental illnesses and starting READING!

And to help me with that: 2018 Beat The Backlist. (basically, it’s a reading challenge that focuses on working on that TBR list. it is literally that simple.)

Seeing how little I’ve been reading in the recent years, I’m going to start small – for now, my goal is 3 books. If I can do that, I’m gonna slowly raise the bar, and see how much I can get done in the next year.

I’m gonna update this post with my team and a book list in the near future!

Good luck to all of you, guys, whatever you aim to accomplish in 2k18.

Stay determined!


I’m on the Dewey Dragons team! Reptiles represent 🐉

Also, here’s my current TBR:

  • Angela Carter’s short story collection (includes two pieces from Fireworks, five from The Bloody Chamber, six from Black Venus, and two from American Ghosts and Old World Wonders)
  • Unf*ck Your Habitat – Rachel Hoffman
  • Feminism – June Hannam

Good luck, readers!

ok so listen. i like the word movie. but what the fuck even is that word? you guys literally named moving pictures “movies”? like, someone looked at the new invention and went “oh my, those are moving pictures indeed! such movement! we shall call them… MOVIES!”. this is such bullshit. this is like calling airplanes “flyees” because they fly. look at this majestic flyee. look at it go.

oh wait

THAT’S WHAT GERMANS DID WITH FLUGZEUG

i’m so done with this languages thing