I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

This is so, so important you guys.

i logged out on my mobile devices but about to log out on my laptop, but before i do, i need to scream angerily for a minute. if you wish to send hate, sure, have fucking at it; i dont care anymore. for those of you who are kind and lovely, i hope you're alright, and i may see you again one day.

now onto the screaming.

FUCK YOU. fuck everyone who took my words out of context, fuck everyone who verbally attacked me, fuck everyone who told me i was a mentally ill parasocial dream stan person. FUCK YOU!!

fuck everyone who's ever EVER sent a damn threat to ANYONE for not jumping ship immediately, for not automatically believing twitter speculation.

FUCK YOU for telling wilbur to kill himself, to stick to the 27 muscian rule. and fuck you who SUPPORTED DOXXING wilbur. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!! fuck, you.

fuck you all for every shit thing ive had to see, hear or experience in the past fucking almost WEEK

fuck you for driving me away from what has made me grow, from what has given me reason to live. congrats, and fuck you.