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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?”

what pride flag is this (wrong answers only)

Also this just made me remember how I would know someone on Twitter is a tumblr refugee and its when they start talking to them selves on the replies of their own tweet treating it like the tumblr tags

Hii guys looking for active moots where are ya'll at

Maybe because sadness can be a deeper emotion for writers to explore

why is it easier to make your characters miserable rather than happy?

danie & jamie

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Eclipse

the bond between mutuals who only share one or two fandoms is stronger than an entire fandom combined… I do not know what you are blogging about but you are right, pip-pip and bing-bong are homosexuals who crave blood and understanding and I will heart that in support

My love language is sending gifs about love to my friends

EXCERPT #33:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

[...]

I am doing well, thank you for asking. In fact, I have been searching for a new favourite hiding spot, actually.

The last one ended up being infiltrated by a group of youngsters, and suddenly there were too many people there who could mess with my things.

Hell, once, some teen actually took one of my things! Those menacing kids… The only person I truly trusted in my hideout was Thalia. I don’t think about her much these days.

On another note, I can’t wait to try out this new hiding spot, although it is a big risk, as you never know when them kids could show up. It seems they end up finding all of my good hiding spots! I would hate to have to be an adult and kick them out.

I want to have a good spot for my set-up, one that allows me to talk on this radio to anyone who may be listening, like you, dear listener, directly. Especially so without this bad, busy background noise. I do apologise for my microphone, it seems to have been bugging out recently.

I do miss talking to you, old sport. I am always wishing back the old days. But, instead, I must not dwell on the past. Instead, I need to keep looking towards the future.

People say a lot of things about the future and its memories. That they’re scary… Unknown… Even dangerous. But that mustn’t stop you from dreaming and fulfilling those dreams. They could come true, you know?

You must be true to yourself, old sport. Keep on shining.

And, always, keep on listening.

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