I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.

I have the opportunity to meet John Barrowman at Salt Lake Comic Con. I was wondering if you'd be alright with me printing off your "Jack" movie poster and having him sign it?

Only if you promise to tell him Tracy loves him, hug him, kiss him, ruffle his hair and squeeze his right butt cheek.

If you’re going to print it out here is a much larger version.

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we’re all stories in the end. just make it a good one, eh?

(Source: rosecutietyler)