“Be there or be square” is such a stupid threat. No one knows what it means to be square. When I hear that, all I picture is hyper realistic minecraft Steve. Personally I like to hit them with “Show up or blow up.” There’s full clarity there. You will leave no one guessing. No one knows what it means to be square but everybody knows what it means to fucking explode.
probably feels good as fuck to be a 1960s house wife blissfully dissasociating on barbiturates and speed and your husband comes home and starts screaming at you for no reason and in the state of fugue you calmly grab the hot pan of oil off the stove
imagine you’re a tiny thing. your mama is big and strong so you follow her everywhere. she’s very strong, which is why when she falls asleep on the floor you sit with her. you sit with her until she starts to fall apart. but its ok because she’s strong. and then you get really, really, really thirsty, and you think if you sleep it’ll be okay. and then you wake up surrounded by water and you see a face beyond the water and its blurry and you dont know how to feel about it so you go back to sleep and then you keep seeing the face beyond the water and they talk to you in soft words you dont understand and you’re still so small and confused but you know the face beyond the water is helping you. maybe it loves you. but you’re a tiny thing. and then one day you decide you’ve had enough water, and then you start to move. and you see the face beyond the water, who is so happy to see you and they do something you’ve never seen a face do, their mouth curls at the end in a smile and youve never seen it so you do it too and you keep doing it because you love the face beyond the water so much and they love you too and they’re strong like mama and they feed you and pet you and love you and one day you grow so big they can ride you. and they make you a hat and goggles to protect your eyes and they show you all sorts of wonderful things and YES this is about the happy ghast from minecraft im OBSESSED
These undercovers will try and convince you to act violently/break the law just so they have an excuse to arrest you and use violence on protestors. Call them out as cops and don’t let them fool you or fellow protestors.
yea in my opinion english language is prudish. my mother has an unspoken rule that screaming FUCK SHIT CUNT is equivalent to saying ouch, but a single blyat gets you a smack on the lips and a lecture. i still swear like a sailor in ukrainian, a language rich with hundreds upon hundreds of variations of swear words and “swearifying” any verbs and nouns, but when i curse in english it doesn’t even register as profanity. i fear there’ll come a time when i give an important speech in english, using “fucking” as an adjective to fill in the gaps, and not realise i’m using foul language tm
In case you haven’t been following, here is a short summary of the misnamed Russian-American “peace process” regarding Ukraine.
The US demands that Ukraine accept an immediate unconditional ceasefire. Ukraine agrees.
Russia rejects any talk of such a ceasefire, and instead asks for a halt on strikes on energy targets, an area where Ukraine is hurting Russia. The US agrees and Ukraine agrees.
Russia within one day violates the terms of its own proposal, attacking Ukrainian energy infrastructure along with other civilian targets. There is no US response.
Meanwhile Russia insists that the United States enforce on Ukraine Russia’s war aims, even though they are outrageous and even though Russia is not winning the war. The US agrees.
The United States also insists that Ukraine concede its mineral wealth in exchange for nothing at all.
This has not been a peace process. It has not even been appeasement. It has been the US throwing its power on Russia’s side in a war of aggression.
was playing 20 questions on the 8 hour drive to visit my grandparents & after like 10 minutes of utterly fruitless questioning my brother suddenly asks me with such exasperation & contempt “is it some sort of petrified remains”
Today my team lead (who is notably a guy) said “I’m just a girl in a world” and one of my coworkers responded “no you aren’t!” I then without hesitantion said “I know a way to change that though”
Maybe it’s time for a Sad Bastard Cookbook sequel? Maybe a spin-off for parents of small children? Maybe both?
I’m new here. What’s a Sad Bastard Cookbook?
Glad you asked! We wrote a cookbook full of judgement-free recipes you can make when you’re suffering from mental illness, physical disability, poverty, or anything else late-stage capitalism throws up that makes basic self-care feel impossible. Some of the recipes were our own, some we collected from the community.
The ebook is free–you can download a copy here if you wanna check it out.
I’m a community! Or at least, a Person! Can I contribute my recipe for survival food?
YES PLEASE.
If you have a survival recipe that you make for yourself, or to feed a baby, toddler, or small child, please share that recipe here.
I’m a fan of the original Sad Bastard Cookbook—when will the new ones be here?
We really have no idea. We’re in the very early planning and writing stages of the two projects, but when we have more information, you’ll probably see it here first!
“If you vote now you’ll have to vote again later, so it’s better to just have a single party system” Ok. If you brush your teeth now you’ll have to brush them again later so it’s better to just gargle bleach.
I know this is a joke but like, yeah. It is. I promise you.
See, I had graduated early from highschool and then got my associates in Zoology. But then, from ages 18-23, I was medicated with antipsychotics and (for those last two years) a deadly combo of sedatives due to misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis, and then a psychiatrist who was legitimately on drugs and just writing random shit that almost killed me.
Anyway, needless to say, my brain turned to mush and stopped working, and it took me 6 years to get some sort of bachelors degree (in fashion??) and I graduated at the bottom of my class.
And then I got properly diagnosed (the “psychosis” was just narcolepsy) and got off all those meds. And I was so afraid my brain was permanently fucked. And it is, cause of the narcolepsy part, but the narcolepsy doesn’t kill the parts of your brain where your smarts are.
But I went back to school. Got another bachelors studying sustainable tourism. Turns out my smarts hadn’t gone anywhere when my brain turned to mush. I graduated with a 3.98 GPA.
Now I’m getting my masters in biology studying the intersection of tourism and the conservation of the critically endangered Cozumel raccoon. And doing well. 🤷🏻♀️
Your brain is not a muscle in the literal sense, but it is a muscle in the sense that the more you use it, the better developed it becomes. Not using it might make its usefulness dip for a bit, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone forever. You might have to work your way back up, start with easier exercises (puzzles, creative exercises, critical thinking questions) before jumping back into the stuff you used to do, but like a couch to 5k slowly ramp up the difficulty and you’ll get there in the end. No one’s brains are useless, you just gotta meet ‘em where they’re at.
You know that post that was going around like a year ago. That said something like ‘hey you don’t need to wear any makeup’ and people kept commenting shit like 'yeah just a little eyeliner is enough’. This is how this post feels to me
“I’m having my son in 2 months and I’m jealous of how cute baby girl clothes are” you can put your newborn son in a little strawberry print romper, I swear. he won’t mind. he won’t develop a complex over it, I promise.
It’s so interesting how heavily gendered baby clothes are an extremely modern phenomenon like even in the midcentury period baby clothes were often the same cut and color for baby boys and baby girls but now you can’t put your son in a pink romper and you have to use baby glue to affix a flower to your daughter’s head so everyone knows she’s a little girl.
adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
I’m not learning to tailor my fucking clothes stop sending links. If they don’t make clothes that fit I simply will not buy them. They should just sell clothes that fit. And if not I will continue to wear my sweatpants
I’m not learning to tailor my fucking clothes stop sending links. If they don’t make clothes that fit I simply will not buy them. They should just sell clothes that fit. And if not I will continue to wear my sweatpants
“Why didn’t they just communicate?? They’re so stupid!” Have you considered that communicating with someone you love and value and don’t want to hurt is scary and that vulnerability takes practice and that perfect characters with perfect words make the most boring stories of all
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