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favorite books: radio silence - alice oseman

i wonder- if nobody is listening to my voice, am i making any sound at all?”

I love buying tea, I love making tea, I love drinking tea, I love you tea.

Band trip vibes rn

masc4masc hiking date

I was jumped off logs and hopped over the stream looking for clay while my gf found lots of pretty rocks :))

Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing

what people think alice oseman books are like: blushing awkward first meetings, little chaste first kisses, giggling teenage boys holding hands what alice oseman books are actually like: hey what if your entire personality is actually a carefully constructed facade to make other people like you and to disguise the fact that you don't actually know who you are. if you stripped away all the walls, all the artificial things that you think make you up, what would be left? what would happen if you stopped living for other people and started living for yourself? is there even a person in there or just a gaping void with nothing left in it? wouldn't that be fucked up? do you even know yourself? do you even have a real personality anymore?

Re-reading radio silence, is like reliving an old memory, a one that is "yours", a one that YOU own . And we never even get to do that with our "real life" "own" memories, and at this point I'm not even sure why we keep combining the word "real" with the word "life".

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

-Sylvia Plath