Astro Boy (2009)

Astro Boy (2009)

Director - David Bowers, Cinematography - Pepe Valencia

“You know, I tried to find my place in the world. I - I thought I found it, but I guess fitting in can be a lot more complicated than it seems, huh?”

Don’t scroll past this.

Reblog to let your followers know that they should never start cutting.

I know this website makes it seem like that shit is normal but trust me, it’s not. And once you start, you’ll never really start and it will haunt you for life.

It never gets easier, it never stops hurting, it isn’t (and will never be) “cool” or “the only way out”

Please don’t start. If you already are cutting, tell sometime and get help, it’s not as scary as it seems and you will be better off by it.

If even one person reads this… Please. You matter.

Don’t start.

the ‘normal everyday school-aged kids with monumental world-saving burdens’ trope is amazing and I hope it never dies because it beautifully illustrates the stressors that exist in adolescent and young adults’ lives and how important it is to recognize other peoples’ battles even if they aren’t the same as your own because everyone reacts differently to academic schedules and the pressures of maintaining a job alongside getting a worthwhile education simultaneously. the solidarity exchanged between the people who share the same struggles—akin to the characters of mismatched social backgrounds in the tight-knit, unlikely ‘framilies’ in works that fit this trope—is often one of the most powerful bonds of friendship in the modern age. just my two cents.

YOU ARE NOT ANNOYING FOR TALKING ABOUT STUFF YOU LIKE.

If you’ve found something that you can talk about for hours, that makes you so happy and excited when someone brings it up, that’s not annoying. That’s amazing and beautiful and you’re adorable.

Keep talking about the stuff you like. The right people will listen.

im going to have a stroke

Head tilted back, the villain let the last drops of poison drip into their mouth and slide down their throat. The hero gaped.

“Are you happy now?” 

“You just killed yourself.” The poison was supposed to be a bluff. No, oh God, no.

The villain smirked, before doubling over in a coughing fit. “I don’t care. You probably have an antidote, anyway.” 

They did, but the hero didn’t know if they’d find it in time.