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i want a juno remake where elliot page gets michael cera pregnant

you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk

sunday is just i have to set my computer on fire i have to do laundry i have to find god i have to make tea i have to quit my job and start a new life in a different state i have to be more honest with the people around me i have to clean my room i have to cut my hair i have to be more deliberate with my hobbies and downtime i have to make a doctors appointment i have to go back to therapy i have to start dating i have to make more friends i have to go on a long drive i have to spend 4 hours disassociating in a target i have to paint my nails i have to tell my mother i love her. but instead i will simply sit. 

Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is

i don’t think we can gaslight gatekeep girlboss our way out of this one boys

*says ‘I’m so fucking sick of this pandemic shit’ in a distinctly vaccinated, pro mask, pro lockdown, pro taking all the necessary safety measures way*

this two-years-old shitpost just gained a hundred notes who the snickerdoodles dug it up