Unexpected Pixar rage. 

I’d steeled myself to feel all the feels and FINALLY go see Inside Out.

But what I did NOT prepare for was the bullshit short cartoon they showed before the movie. It was about a lonely boy volcano, with a face, looking for volcano love, singing an insufferable song about being a lonely volcano and not being able to find a lady volcano.*

Now I have a goddamn VOLCANO reminding me that I’m dying alone?! A VOLCANO needs a soulmate?

Thanks for reminding me I’m at the movies alone, Bitch Volcano. Maybe you need to look inside yourself for validation — did you ever think of that?

Pixar can go fuck itself. In 3D.

* “Lady volcano” is my new favorite euphemism for my vagina.