Unofficial goal is like 42
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Unofficial goal is like 42
books I've finished in 2025:
1. Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer
Sweetpea has a surgeon team appt today. He's doing great it's just a checkup. It is a 6hr round trip though. Yay 🥲. I'm keeping busy.
I'm working on my reading log and trying to read at least a book a month. I'm listening to Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier right now. It could just be my recent mood but I'm annoyed at how melodramatic and repetitive the main character is. Shes referred to herself as a 21yo little school girl like 5x which was yucky enough the first time. I read a summary of it and started reading it because I liked where it goes.
On a side note there was a crash on the interstate. We pulled off on a side road to not be late and saw some firefighters getting back to their station. One of them walked his protective pants down to his ankles and sat on the side step of the firetruck to strip. He was just wearing tight blue briefs and, just wow. I couldn't get B's attention fast enough 😂
imagine asking an old lady "what is the nature of your relationship with my father" and getting, as a response, a 470 pages manuscript that basically tells the story of all the sexual adventures this woman had throughout her life instead, only to introduce the father in question on the last 80 pages. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't exactly appreciate it but maybe that's just me
- Michael Kinnucan, “The Gods show up”
Leitura Atual:
3º volume da saga A Mediadora: Reunião
Sinopse:
Em REUNIÃO, terceiro livro da série A mediadora, Suzannah ainda sofre com sua paixão platônica por Jesse. Nada demais para uma adolescente. Só que o rapaz morreu há quase dois séculos e ‘vive’ assombrando o quarto de Suzannah, em sua nova casa, na costa oeste americana. Entre a juventude platinada local, no melhor estilo de OC, a menina tenta se adaptar ao novo colégio e à nova família, herdada com o casamento da mãe. Entre as recentes amizades e agitos naturais da idade, ela resolve pendências do mundo espiritual.
Yo no quiero que dejes todo por mi. Que reproches tus decisiones. Que te obsesiones con mi carne. No necesito compartir una casa que se vuelve un manicomio de reclamos. No luches por mí, no soy un trofeo. La promesa de unos besos con sabor a nada no es mejor que seguir tus sueños. El amor propio a veces es sólo el deseo de coger con quien se embelesa con nuestra simetría imperfecta. No necesito tu carta de renuncia a tus amigos, tu ciudad, tus bares y los domingos de flojera. Lo único que quiero es que te sientas libre a mi lado, sin reproches, sin angustias, sin expectativas. Y si eso ya se malogró, entonces nos estamos quitando aire y esperanza el uno al otro.
Cuadernos viejos, Quetzal Noah
I am certain that over the course of your own life, you have noticed that people's rooms reflect their personalities. In my room, for instance, I have gathered a collection of objects that are important to me, including a dusty accordion on which I can play a few sad songs, a large bundle of notes on the activities of the Baudelaire orphans, and a blurry photograph, taken a very long time ago, of a woman whose name is Beatrice. These are items that are very precious and dear to me.
Source: The Bad Beginning by Daniel Handler