
My followers don’t message me, don’t reblog things from me and it’s sort of like, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to do a double back flip out of a 30 story building, land in a tractor and drive off throwing sherbet at everyone that looks at me, while screaming “I AM THE MASTER COMMANDER!”?
Will that make you love me? Because I don’t understand.
To those people who constantly tell others to kill themselves on the internet to make themselves feel better. I Hate You.

If there was only one message I could pass on to every single person in the world right now, it would be this..






