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alice oseman makes me want to come out so bad but then i think my friends may not support me like that, and i know my parents would probably disown me. so what do i do. i love the osemanverse for making me feel safe :) <3

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I love radio scilence.

i feel like i relate to both Frances and aled. my situation about aled may not be as dramatic but aled doesnt feel like he can be himself with his mom controlling him. I feel the same. with Frances, its because everyone else has this idea of what i should do in the future or has an idea in their head of who i am, but they all are so completely wrong.

alice oseman creates books that you cab relate to in so many different ways, i love her for that . <3

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“I want details when I ask you about your day”

— Unknown

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reading the alice oseman verse made me understand myself more as a person. or am I just crazy?

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Just sitting there, staring at a friend I hadn't seen in 2 months thinking 'this isn't real' I haven't not one clue what to say. barley anything exits my mouth. then she leaves. I'm such a stupid idiot. I really missed her, now she's gone.

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real

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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its actually so crazy how much i relate to tori spirng. not even just her thoughts but her freindship with becky is the exact same as my friendship with my “best friend”

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stargazing is like a dream. like im falling. but peaceful falling. i could lay there forever and be ok.

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this is the best photoshoot to exist. (maybe not but wtv) just think even now, people are uncomfortable when men weat dresses this was back in the late 90s and brad pitt is a manly man showing that you can wear a dress as a man and look great. I just think his character in fight club and the whole meaning just was great for that time period, it may not have changed anything because a lot of people (particularly men) didnt get the right message of the movie. it wasnt about how men are superior and that they rule everything. its about how we are all consumers, and materialistic and care to much about fame, money, looks, etc. that we need to evolve and become smth that is better. we all are the same, we live then we die so why care so much about a man in a dress. i think people still (obviously) need to be taught the message of this movie because it fr is so right and i agree with it. + love marla singer <3

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..me

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sometimes i think i am mentally ill, but every other time i think i am just being dramatic.

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why is it that the most interesting people are called weird and nerdy but the most ordinary boring people are called cool and popular?

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my hotel bathroom <3