porcelainninja:

“oh blainers!” i read as hot lava comes pouring out of my eyes and onto my hands on the keyboard and then melts through the computer desk and onto my lap and down my legs and onto my feet and through the floor until i’m spiraling down in a hot angry tornado of irritation and molten hot lava as i collide through the layers of hell and into limbo where i begin the rest of eternity as a floating mass of hatred and my tears

(Source: sherlcocks)