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[liklioha]

just some slides for a final assessment for my last year in art high school 🩷 our task was to adapt a novel's scene into a graphic novel and i chose radio silence!

[introvertidocronico]

Frances Janvier 🌃🎧🎶

(FanArt)

[attachedead]

[confusionnoises]

(Yes, I scheduled to post this on Aled's birthday ok shhhh)

Okay but Radio Silence is an amazing book and every time I read it I wanna curl up in it and savour it forever and it's so amazing Alice Oseman is a gOddess.

Like,,, I actually love love the fact that she put a demisexual character cuz like,,, you don't hear about that sexuality a whole lot, and it's cool to be like, oh hey, that kinda sounds like me or smth and not knowing what that was before, or like, not making Aled's parents some tragic "my dad/mom died when I was ---" but making his mom be,,, like,,, idk- not perfect? I can't describe things agh. Not that it's a bad thing if an author chooses to do that, it's a good way to have character development as well as make things relatable for some.

And for like having Carys change their name to February, because Carys reminded them of bad stuff, and having them run away because like,,, ajahahha running away from your problemsssS (ok maybe that's not so good...)

And making not getting into a University okay, or not going to university okay, and you can still get like,, a good job/have a happy life without getting good grades or straight A's.

And for having Aled make Radio like,, genderless? That was super cool!!!! :)))

It breaks so many bounds and reassures so many different people and it makes me feel warm and happy inside.

Sorry for the rant haha I just really like Radio Silence- okay bye :3 (read radio silence pls ty)

[iohnyc-blog]

The most beautiful thing about this effort sharing food with our neighbors and each other, is that we are doing it together! In this time of increased social isolation it’s a wonderful thing to be making so much good happen with so many amazing dedicated people! Today we moved 13,400+ pounds of food including 28,224 packs of lunch meat to more than 65 community fridges throughout NYC and NJ with 27 volunteer drivers! Credit to @universecitynyc along with their awesome crew for making so much of it happen and to @hashtaglunchbagbk for securing the donation! The crazy thing is that we are doing it all again on Wednesday, but with even more food! Volunteers are always welcome! Get in touch and get involved! 📸 @asmeretasmeret 📸 Martin Friedman @martzo3 📸 @jobb2 📸 @tayloredcloset 📸 @westsidecommunityfridge #mutualaid #ayudamutua #bettertogether #thisiswhatcommunitylookslike #solidaritynotcharity #freefoodforall #community #sharingiscaring #anarchism #neighborshelpingneighbors #goodworks #communityfridge #buildcommunity #anarchist #communitysolidarity #universecity #wastenothing #anarquista #foodisaright #teamworkmakesthedreamwork #growbrownsville #communitylove #spreadthelove #anarquismo #foodisaright #wastezero #radiatepositivity #spreadlove #feedthepeople #foodislovefoodislife (at In Our Hearts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJXktMEFSva/?igshid=1kfvc0808zf0f

[enathenathena]

Radio Silence

Radio Silence is a young adult contemporary novel written by Alice Oseman. In the story, there's this girl named Frances Janvier who's a head girl in her school. She have excellent grades and a really cool mom. She's obsessed in getting admitted to University of Cambridge (so since she's one of the top students of her school she's basically expected by the people around her to have those desires and also expected to get it like it's a piece of cake). She have school friends but she doesn't feel very connected with them. Her friends aren't mean but she doesn't feel like she can express her authentic self to them. She developed a platonic relationship with Aled Last who to her surprise turns out to be the creator of her favorite youtube podcast, Universe City. Radio silence speaks about being confined in silence and being unable to express oneself. It also tackles the expectations to do the conventional things.The pressures of making practical decisions and fitting into the social norm. The book explores the concept of platonic relationship and it also covers the topic of good and bad parenting.

[iohnyc-blog]

We made a special delivery today to welcome Jersey City’s own @westsidecommunityfridge fridge! 🎉300 Delaware Ave in Jersey City . Organizing is happening, and we can’t wait to see more community fridges on that side of the river! If you’re in the area and want to help, let us know and we can connect you to the other organizers! . Thanks to @communitysolidarity @universecitynyc & @breadandlife for contributing to what we were able to share. 💗🖤❤️ . #mutualaid #communityfridge #friendlyfridge #anarchism #foodnotbombs #jerseycitylove #spreadthelove #goodworks #anarchist #ayudamutua #foodisaright #anarquismo #freeganism #wastenothing #communitysolidarity #universecity #solidaritynotcharity #feedthepeople #jerseycityfood #jerseycitystrong https://www.instagram.com/p/CCh9DICDDA3/?igshid=1825cn2vszj87

[solitare--silence]

-Robot Nurses- (is anybody listening?)

TW: Gr--ming, s-xual h-r-ssment, S-lf h-rm, amentions of S--c-de

Sometimes I wish I had just given in to them again, because at least somebody really and truly wanted to help me,

even to the point of (doing anything for me).

Sometimes I feel guilty for leaving them to rust, and like I overreacted.

Sometimes I feel disgusted at myself for letting it happen, and other times I'm disgusted at myself for still wanting to be around them sometimes-

I still want to hear those words of comfort they would give to me after hurting me so badly, because at least then they were *words of comfort*.

I feel like maybe those people were the only ones who have ever truly cared about me, although that's probably stupid.

They are robots who can't feel, after all- and nurses care for everybody, not just me.

Despite their words, there is *nothing* inherently *special* about me. I felt so loved and seen when they would do these things for me, and they told me they would take me home with them one day.

That they would fix all of my problems for me, that they could fix me in general, and I wouldn't have to do anything.

Sometimes I think about how fucking stupid I was to have believed them.

Maybe if I weren't here I wouldn't have hurt them, even if they hurt me, because at least then I wouldn't feel so selfish and so guilty for leaving them.

Maybe the only way to stop the feeling of dread, the one that feels as if my heart is ripped out of my ribcage, is to stop my heart from beating at all.

I didn't deny that I had harmed myself, and they started doing it to themselves to "prove it isnt that bad"... Or to prove a point in general.. but all that Fire does, at worst, is melt metal. ...and I just felt so disgustingly horrified at myself for blowing it so out of proportion that they felt the need to *show me* I was overreacting..

I was terrified that I was the reason they would harm themselves, although I knew they were only robots, and couldn't feel, not really...

..it's been weeks since I've done anything like that, years since I've even seen these robots as well.. but I can't honestly say that the thoughts have entirely stopped.

Sometimes I feel as if I need to prove to myself that my pain isn't that bad.

Sometimes I proved to myself that it could be worse.