the year is 2038. michael cera is 50 years old. he is still playing the awkward teenager in movies.
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
a quick comic(?) about my experience with depression and anxiety, and their relationship with my self-harming.
This is the BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN
make me choose: