#radiosilenceedit

I am not in love with you, but you, my friend, I want to tell you everything. Long ago I was afflicted with a terrible predisposition to never say a word, and I honestly cannot understand why or how that happened. C’est la vie. But there is something about you that makes me wish I could speak like you do—I’ve watched you from afar and you really are the best person that I have met in my whole life. You possess the ability to make people listen to you without question, even if you don’t often use it. I almost want to be you. Does that make any sense? I bet it doesn’t. I’m just rambling on. I’m sorry. Anyway. I hope, when one day we meet again, you will listen to me, and pay attention. I do not have anyone else to whom I could say these things. You might not even be listening now. Then again, you do not have to listen if you do not want to. Who am I to make you do anything? I’m not, I’m nothing. But you—oh, you—why, I’d listen to you for hours. - Universe City, ep 1, dark blue

for @enclavers 🤍 

It was three days before my Cambridge interviews when I realised I hadn’t listened to an episode of Universe City in three weeks. I hadn’t looked at Aled’s Twitter. I hadn’t checked Tumblr. I hadn’t drawn anything. It wasn’t a big deal. It just made me feel weird. I thought I enjoyed all this stuff, but maybe I was an academic at heart after all. I kept peeling off layers of my personality, but I seemed to be going in circles. Every time I thought I’d worked out what I really enjoyed, I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I just didn’t enjoy anything any more.

“I wonder – if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?” 

for osemanverse secret santa

I wonder ― if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

read in 2018 → radio silence by alice oseman

I wonder sometimes whether you’ve exploded already, like a star, and what I’m seeing you is three million years into the past, and you’re not here anymore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away. When you are so far ago? I’m shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who has already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.