despite everything, it's still you

My local library finally has all of the alice osman books

Alice I love you so so much but pretty pleaseee with 12 cherries on top draw sprolden soon. I miss them so much

I was talking to someone about heartstopper earlier, it was going fine until they said that Michael and Tori’s friendship/ relationship in heartstopper 4 and 5 felt “forced” I asked her if she had even read solitaire (because she would know that it wasn’t fucking forced if she had. It was literally written before heartstopper.) and this DUMB. BITCH. Says “what’s that?” Some of these heartstopper fans cannot be real.

GUYS MY LIBRARY NIW HAS ALL OF ALICE'S BOOKS!!!!!

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I'M SO HAPPY

"It's not a midlife crisis, it's just a life crisis."

-Solitaire, Alice Oseman

An opening comic for my new art Zine about playing games! I really rushed to get it done in time to trade for the local zine fair, but it was so worth it! You can buy a hard copy here

I am realising I am more micheal Holden coded than I first thought... oh no

My fourth copy of solitaire is here (this is the only thing that has given me excitement since I was 11)

for my fellow solitaireheads

about time i did some michael and tori fanart! enjoy

HAPPY QUEER SPROLDEN SATURDAY

i love how tumblr is like my little secret. it’s the only social media where like none of my friends use and i honestly feel like i can just be myself here.

The ending of solitaire hits you so emotionally hard that it takes a bit to fully process what you just read. The ending of that book made me shed a tear. For reference, I have never cried at a single piece of media. That book is simply my favorite book ever

what people think alice oseman books are like: blushing awkward first meetings, little chaste first kisses, giggling teenage boys holding hands what alice oseman books are actually like: hey what if your entire personality is actually a carefully constructed facade to make other people like you and to disguise the fact that you don't actually know who you are. if you stripped away all the walls, all the artificial things that you think make you up, what would be left? what would happen if you stopped living for other people and started living for yourself? is there even a person in there or just a gaping void with nothing left in it? wouldn't that be fucked up? do you even know yourself? do you even have a real personality anymore?