just finished reading radio silence by the monarch/queen themselves alice oseman
i feel both empty and full /pos
like dawg i thought this was gonna be a silly book abt two burnt out gifted kid besties doing a silly little podcast but no i got hit with the sad instead
I WAS NOT MENTALLY PREPAREDOKAY
i saw a handful of people talk about how bad aled’s mom was and stuff while reading but i didn’t fully register it in my head?? LIKE HELLO, THE DOG?? I DID THIS TO MYSELF DIDNT I?😭
anyways, it was really good😊
The Ballad of Orpheus (Excerpt)
☀︎ HE DIDN’T MEAN TO DO IT. He really, really, didn’t.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Nate left the house early, under the impression that he would be able to make it back home in one piece before breakfast.
He was wrong. So damn wrong that everything hurt.
☀︎ TUCKED AWAY, hidden behind cliffs and snow-topped trees, laid a boy in moist grass. The fresh blades dug into the back of his shirt, leaving green stains mixed with vermillion.
No one would ever think a 12-year old boy would be stupid enough to run off to the woods after a blizzard, much less go near the freaking coal mines. But what else was he supposed to do?
The sky was a dull blue, the clouds painted in soft pink. From afar, the outline of deep orange seemed to wrap around the Earth, ready to encase it in its warmth.
The promise of another day felt tantalizing. He wished to reach out to the comfort of its rays; the sun’s blinding light.
But the sun would never rise. No, not for him, not anymore. No matter how much he’d pray for one last glimpse, the gold light will never shine onto him; for the star had no time to visit, and he never got to feel that warmth again.
Within the green, shielded by a mother’s calloused hands, was a musician’s final curtain call.
☀︎ THIS IS A STORY about a boy named Nathaniel, and it begins at the end, with Nate dying before the sunrise.
i feel like a grandma whenever i’m on ig i just learned how to post stories
whoever said burts bees lip glosses taste good is a filthy LIAR
“Our fear, it lines his pockets, love,
So take that rage and bottle up
And put a drop into his cup of wine.
You don’t need him,
You don’t need me,
With that poisoned bottle,
You’ll be free,
But be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine.”
when your interests/obsessions don’t hit like they used to<<
me going through the five stages of grief every time i remember yosuke was originally gonna be a love interest:
i wish they sold moon cakes in my area
☆ just a bundle of nervous energy ☆ call me Vela! ☆ 16 years old ☆ we do messy book rants, brain dumps, and all kinds of dumbassery
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