Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
This is the kind of strip I always wanted to do more in which it teaches about depression symptoms rather than just watching the characters suffer. For those who are interested, you can read more about the cognitive symptoms of depression here:
Tartakovsky, M. (2013). The Cognitive Symptoms of Depression. Psych Central. Retrieved on May 23, 2014, from http://psychcentral.com/lib/the-cognitive-symptoms-of-depression/00016214
There are obviously more symptoms than I could put into the strip, I would have loved to put in an extra panel on negative thinking, which is particularly destructive for one’s confidence and motivation to do well.
#double bitch face #hahha #ho fudging ho
and then god said let there be sass and hence sam winchester was created
The Family Business
Destiel is ridiculous, Dean is straight…
well, that one time, but he’s straigh…
but still, he’s strai…
ok but he’s stra…
proof Dean Winchester is
When tree branches get in my way
Vine by: Logan Paul
How we manage to cram such genius in 6 seconds is beyond me. This is art.
I JUST FOUND OUT I HAVE TINY DICE??
LITTLE TEENY DICE
ITTY BITTY BABY DICE SO SMALL
When you need a little luck
son oF A BITCH
circumhorizontal arcs photographed by david england, andy cripe, del zane, todd sackmann and brandon rios. this atmospheric phenomenon, otherwise known as a fire rainbow, is created when light from a sun that is at least 58 degrees above the horizon passes through the hexagonal ice crystals that form cirrus clouds which, because of quick cloud formation, have become horizontally aligned. (see also: previous cloud posts)
I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.
So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.
i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled
so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god
I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.
Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.
I tried shouting things at passersby but they ignored me.
Now I emit allohormones in a gypsobelum that bonds selectively with the recipient’s hemolymph to reconfigure their bursa copulax into a copulatory canal. I can only say one thing, “I want to mate with you,” but really, what else ever needs to be said?
We tried mating with others, but we were sterile.
Now we reproduce asexually via mitosis and we’re having a serious existential crisis as to which one of us is the original.