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?
Yess , and this cover has the perfect shades of purple and blue for universe city
idk why but universe city feels purple to me
Bro I'm mentally kissing you on the mouth rn no homo
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
The ultimate DREAM LIFE
i want to finish all the osemanverse books because i love it all so much but then again im scared that once i finish them all ill have nothing else to do and my life will lose all meaning and ill be sad forever
"I still don't trust you young people and your... what is it? 'Tumble'?"
"Tumblr, Mum."
I wrote a song! it’s called Dysphoria. it goes like this:
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I did🙌🙌 this pride month is already going so well
It's pride month I really should text her
— Calla Quinn