and so happy my very best friends could all be there (Ellen and Anna aren’t in this pic but I love you) (and Ruth wish you’d been there) 🙋🙋🙋💖💃

Steals this fabulous picture from Cat. WHAT A GREAT DAY 💃


It’s solitaire’s book birthday today! Here’s what I and my friends look like today!!! Will try and post some pics of the day a bit later

Anonymous said: hi, so i'm dying to get your book, but amazon or the book depository don't ship them to my country, so i'm going to wait til december when i'm going to disney to get it, so sorry i can't support you right now nonnie, but i'm getting it later this year, i'm sure by then you'll be the most successful writer :)

oh wow thank you so much i really really do appreciate it!!!! really hope you enjoy the book when you finally get your hands on it! <3

Anonymous said: Question about Solitaire - do you feel the same way about Pride and Prejudice as Tori or was that completely fictional? Also, how many words was Solitaire in total? I loved it btw, you did great <3

yay thank you so glad you enjoyed!!!

nope, sadly i’m not tori - i love pride and prejudice, and i love the tv series and the film too!!!

solitaire is around 73,000 words :)


I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there." - Sonmi-451



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#solitaire is on a table at the bookshop I grew up in @waterstones_bluewater !!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

i cried in our local book shop today well tears formed in the eyes 
so unbelievably proud of alice and so grateful to have such amazingly talented and caring friends

i love my friends i genuinely don’t think i could have better friends than i do


U r beautiful and ur gonna do great today

My mother is worried that I have mental problems, I found a book about teenage paranoid delusions during a routine search of my parent’s bedroom, after that I started slipping certain choice phrases into our conversation.

❝ Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again — and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto. ❞