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Happy birthday to Aled and Carys Last

Happy birthday to Kizzy Edgell

Happy birthday to Con O’Neill

Happy birthday to billzo

And lastly happy birthday to…me :)

Happy birthday to Aled and Carys Last

Happy birthday to Kizzy Edgell

Happy birthday to Con O’Neill

Happy birthday to billzo

And lastly happy birthday to…me :)

I JUST finished Radio Silence.

Oh. My. God.

That was beautiful, I literally can’t come up with a better word for how perfect it was than: Beautiful.

The way Alice Oseman writes first person is stunning, I’m not even a die-hard-study-needs-to-get-into-good-college girl, but I am a senior in high school who doesn’t really see a point in going to college but doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life and—characters like Frances, Aled, Raine, Carys, even Daniel, spoke to me. On a whole ‘nother level, I connected to so many characters in this book and TRULY felt like I wasn’t alone. The plot was amazing—‘simple’ I suppose, but oh my god. I could see it all clearly, and I was very invested in how everything turned out.

And SPOILERS RIGHT HERE, that end scene, when the announcer is announcing Aled and he and Frances are backstage, my heart was stuttering with nervous excitement right along with them. I was listening to “It’s All So Incredibly Loud” by The Glass Animals as I read it, and oh my god. This book felt like a dream come true. Like a longing for more, a creative supernova exploding, a painful ache when a friend moves away, the crushing rush of LIFE when something goes right—this is my new comfort book. That can be very much concluded.

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman is a freaking masterpiece in my opinion.

VERY TEMPTED TO MAKE A “POV You’re at The Ark’s Concert” PLAYLIST W/ CROWD AMBIENCE AND POST IT ON YOUTUBE AND HAVE THIS BE ONE OF THE SONGS FOR IDK WHAT REASON

IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS THIS, I’LL FUCKIN DO IT, JUST GIVE ME SOME SONGS *YOU* THINK FIT THE ARK AND THEY WOULD PLAY AT A CONCERT AND LEMME KNOW!!!

TLDR: WHAT ARE SONGS THAT YOU THINK ‘THE ARK’ WOULD PLAY AT A CONCERT??

GUYS!! I MADE A UNIVERSE CITY THEMED JOURNAL!!!

LOOK AT IT! IM GENUINELY EXCITED AS HELL ABOUT THIS!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH—AND I FEEL LIKE FRANCES WOULD HAVE ONE

EXCERPT #12:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

This is a signal… Oh, of, um… Distress… And… You get it… Do I have to say this every time?

I don't know why I’m asking you, old sport. You’re the one who needs to listen to me saying the same things over and over.

[Sighs]... I know you want me to get to the point. But… well…

There is none…

There is no point!

I haven’t seen her. Anywhere.

I’ve been on patrols, changing my location every night to somewhere new, places I’ve never even been before.

I called Nightcrawler… just in case he knew… That’s how you know I was desperate, old sport. That’s how you know I tried! I swear!

Of course, in all “Nightcrawler” fashion, he doesn’t let me speak and instead continues to ask why I haven’t been answering… blah, blah, same old stuff…

So, he was no use either.

I revisited those streets… Every. Day.

And nothing…! Just the same people, same crowds, moving out of the way for me.

I’ve started to theorise that she may have just dyed her hair a normal colour and changed out of that dress… It’s easy to blend into the crowd if you try hard enough… But why?

We met so quickly and exchanged such little words… Why did she have the urge to run? To hide?

I’m starting to give up hope, old sport. But I’ll keep trying. I need to know who she is…

[…]

…and she just had this faded, dyed hair! Just like mine! You would’ve been jealous of how cool she looks, as I feel about you, February.

I wonder if you’ll look any different, since I last saw you, when we see each other again.

I wonder if you’re thinking about me as often as I think about you.

I really do wish you were here. You would be able to find this girl, I just know it.

You always knew exactly where to look, whenever I lost something, or whenever we played ‘Where’s Wally?’, you’d always know in a matter of seconds where he was hiding.

You always found me, February, in my darkest of times. But how on Earth am I to find you? If I cannot even find Wally on a page of a children’s book, what chance do I have searching the universe for you?

Maybe you can find yourself… Perhaps, that’s what you’ve been away trying to do. Perhaps you already did. And for that, I am so proud. Please, February, let me find you; let me tell you how proud I am.

♪ There’s nothing left for us anymore Why aren’t you listening? Why aren’t you listening to me? There’s nothing left. ♪