632,000 notes. My, my.

DEAR TUMBLR:

I don’t know who writes something like that, but dear me. It does not make you a sick bastard not to reblog something. Especially if that something is a patently obvious statement such as this one here. *prods* I mean shit, what do you think I’m going to say? “Why yes, of course I wish a disease existed that put millions in agony, draining hospital resources and the hope of humanity alike! Why yes, of course I wanted my grandmother to have died of heart cancer; of course I preferred that a close family friend die after her breast cancer relapse!”

Guilt tactics are pathetic, and are an insult, and I’m not a lesser human being for wanting my internet-home to stay free of them.

Please stop.

Unless you’re going to include a link that involves donation to cancer research, or something mildly useful.

Stop.

Please.