So when does this whole “accepting my body” part of life come in? Cause I have been stuck in the “I hate seeing myself naked and I feel disgusting all the time” phase for way to long.
If anxiety burned calories I’d be the skinniest bitch alive.
AU The Fault In Our Stars where Hazel Grace succumbs to the cancer and dies and in the last scene all you see is Augustus standing out side with a cigarette between his lips and a hand slowly reaching up to light it.
HOW IS THIS ANY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL ENDING!!!!
you really live up to your url
I’m fucking crying, make john find this