I’m gonna name this cake
‘Ce faci noaptea ca sa nu te gandesti ca Rusia trimite drone in blocurile din Romania’ 🤡
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I’m gonna name this cake
‘Ce faci noaptea ca sa nu te gandesti ca Rusia trimite drone in blocurile din Romania’ 🤡
Am scris asta anul trecut dar ceva m-a oprit sa o postez. Un an mai tarziu, ii dau drumul in Univers, pentru ca lucrurile in tara si in lume sunt deopotriva mai bune si mai rele, mai simple si mai complicate:
Din noiembrie anul trecut pana in prezent am trait intr-o stare cvasi-constanta de panica. M-am trezit intr-o luni sumbra de final de noiembrie intr-o tara pe care nu o mai recunosteam, desprinsa dintr-o distopie pe stilul Fahrenheit 451 sau 1984, o tara care voteaza iluzii populiste si fasciste si traieste intr-o mocirla a dezinformarii si a manipularii. De atunci am trecut de la frica absoluta de revenirea totalitarismului, la momente marcate vag de speranta ca ‘poate totusi o fi bine si cu noi’ si, spre rusinea mea, majoritar o stare de disociere, de ‘nu-ma-mai-pot-gandi-la-asta’. Toate scenariile apocaliptice mi se derulau prin cap, de la Cambodgia lui Pol Pot la Belarusul ocupat de URSS, de la Venezuela distrusa de Maduro la a noastra Romanie sufocata de comunism.
In ultimele 2 saptamani zici ca n-am mai fost om. N-am putut citi, invata, exista, eram intr-o stare de fight or flight permanenta, faceam calcule, scenarii, dezbateam ipoteze, plangeam si mancam ciocolata si mancam inghetata si plangeam si apoi mai citeam 5 articole apocaliptice si iar plangeam. A fost probabil cea mai grea perioada traita de noi colectiv, ca tara, din viata mea (sau cel putin de cand sunt eu constienta de mine si de lume).
Si-n tot oceanul asta de anxietate si furie si neputinta, am avut raze de lumina. Nici nu le-as fi putut spera duminica seara, pe 4 mai, dar ele au venit. O mobilizare asa frumoasa, atatia oameni cu aceleasi dorinte pt tara asta care parea uitata de dumnezeu si de lume, atata munca si chiar lupta colectiva spre a apara ce am obtinut cu atata durere si suferinta acum 35 de ani. Am simtit atata speranta ca mi-a fost frica sa o accept. Imi vine sa plang acum, in metrou, pe 19 mai dimineata, aceasta noua Zi a Victoriei sau Zi a Europei pentru noi, doar gandindu-ma la toate prin cate am trecut saptamanile, lunile astea.
Cred ca o singura data am mai zis ca tara asta m-a facut mandra, in 2018, cand am ales sa NU fim si mai mizerabili si sa NU limitam si mai mult drepturilor unei comunitati si asa vulnerabile. Ei bine, acum sunt din nou mandra, de noi si de ce am reusit. There’s a fucking long&hard road ahead, dar macar suntem pe drum, nu am deraiat.
“as fuck” is my favorite unit of measurement
oh to be consumed by books to the point i forget reality exists
To the people living in countries with at least vaguely functional governments:
how does it feel to be god’s favourites????
musings on God, tathev simonyan
I’ve read somewhere that true happiness comes when you go back to the weird stuff that made u happy when u were 13 (or smth along those lines)
So giving that my vampire obsession is back in full force (and has been for the past 6-ish months) i might as well return to this hellhole and just let it be
skipping the ad isn't enough...... i need to banish it. i need to murder it. i need to stab it to death. i need to blow it the fuck up.
One day you go to a cardiology lecture at uni and u think to yourself, ‘oh walking reduces LDL cholesterol, let’s give it a try’ and you find out that you actually love long walks and they’re therapeutic for your soul, and then you start making small changes in your eating habits, incorporating more movement, trying to sleep more and things do seem to be working well, but then social media hits u in the face and everyobody’s like ‘cadio and pilates are the best’ while others are like ‘weightlifting is what u should be doing’ and everyone is ‘managing their high cortisol’ or ‘regulating their hormones’ and everyone and their mother now has osteoporosis in their 20s and like… are u guys ok? Are we, collectively, ok? We’ve made such a big complicated deal out of smth that absolutely should not be scrutinized this much that i fear we have long since lost the plot. I highly doubt humans are meant to live constantly calculating calories, grams of protein, grams of fiber, scheduling upper body or lower body or middle earth fucking workouts or whatever. Like, fucking chill. Get an ice cream, take a walk and look at all the beautiful flowers in bloom and make some pasta. I promise it’s not that deep and you’ll live just fine
I’m 100% certain that other people have written smth on the topic and were probably more eloquent than I’ll be, but what’s absolutely PISSING ME OFF is how everyone is doing their damn hardest to make everything about themselves. Whatever anyone posts online, there will always, ALWAYS be someone to be like ‘well this doesn’t suit MY needs, MY wants, MY desires and I have to point it out in order to’ 1) make you feel bad and 2) somehow, in their twisted lil minds, make them feel better about themselves and their sad little lives. What’s the damn point of commenting under a cheesecake recipe posted by an account that posts dessert recipes and doesn’t have nor has ever had anything to do with high protein shit, fitness, gym, diet culture bullshit, ‘cool but i prefer low cal high protein recipes’???? Like who tf cares girl? U clearly aren’t the target audience so why can’t u just move on with your day and ignore the videos that don’t suit your preferences?? Like, in what world was that comment necessary? What point did u wanna prove? That you are better than everyone else bcs u can’t enjoy a fucking cheesecake slice that, oh the horror, has some sugar in it? Someone posts a bean soup recipe- the comments: ‘oh but i’m allergic to beans’; someone posts a poached eggs recipe- ‘but i hate eggs’; someone posts themselves doing absolutely anything- ‘oh but I DON’T LIKE THIS’ who cares boo??? Honestly, what must be going on in your tired and dark little brains to make you think that every single human on this damn planet must cater exclusively to your needs?
Why can’t we just move on when we see smth that C L E A R L Y isn’t for us, that isn’t harming anyone, that is obviously enjoyable for a lot of ppl, including the one who posted it?
I swear to god some ppl should have a daily reminder that screams in their face ‘NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD NEEDS TO BE ABOUT YOU’
Tom Hiddleston & Diego Calva in The Night Manager 2x03
Is this the heated rivalry everyones keeps talking about???
It’s 2025 and I’m still shipping Klaroline
Guilty as charged
First week of uni-done ✔️
You know how they say, that you should get out of your comfort zone and experience new things and blahblahblah? Well guess what, my comfort zone just fucking exploded...
To methaphorically put it into words, I feel as if I’m on a intensely circulated country road, with holes in the asphalt, without any road signs, without even marks on the road and it’s dark and there are no lights and I gotta make sure I don’t crash into anyone or anything. The goal is, I suppose, to finally get to the highway and safely drive forward, only forward, until the final destination...
Until then, fingers crossed that I’ll be able to get used to this new life that I’m currently creating for myself
Quick update on my life (during coronavirus sadly):
There are 2 months left from this uni year and, if 2 months ago I could say I found a nice lil’ lighted road, with no holes and everything was going as smoothly as it is possible for a rookie like me, now I feel like I’m driving a 20-year old car on the damn Transfăgărășan or smth, with no brakes...
2 months. Gotta avoid the crash for two more months.
2 years later, about a month short of finishing my 3rd year and the road was blown to pieces, the car destroyed, I am now running wildly trying to save myself from I don’t even know what and everything around me is a huge burning mess
Sure, come to med school kiddos, it’ll be fun 🙃
6 years later, med school done, i still hate my decision and fear the future
In the light of ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ emerging in the USA, obviously my fellow Romanians absolutely h a d to have an opinion. Naturally, males were the most vocal, bcs they are the ones whose bodies are not 100% theirs anymore… And what kills me the most is that we are not even 40 years away from a time where abortion was illegal here, a time where so many unwanted babies were born and so many women died horrible deaths by performing unsafe abortions at home… Yet our alpha males don’t seem to care. One of them said that ‘thanks to that law I am currently here’ and that the babies born bcs abortion became illegal will be ‘alive and happy’. And I honestly wanna move to Mars. I’m too heartbroken to go into details about how you can’t fucking claim to protect ‘unborn babies rights’ because said rights do not exist, I just want to point out that, again, and again, and again, women’s lives and women’s bodies are being targeted by… Men. It’s always men, I swear to God, in any situation, anywhere, there will be a man telling you what or how it’s done, even if he has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. And I don’t wanna go into misandry here, but good God sometimes I really wish they would sit down, and shut up, and listen, and not try to undestand, ‘cause they can’t possibly fucking understand pregnancy, but believe us and take our opinions about our own fucking bodies into consideration.
Like… how tf can you go out and protest against abortions, harass women that go into clinics to get one, yell, at the top of your lungs, about how those ‘babies’ lives should be protected, but at the same time not give one single fuck about kids that are already born???? You can’t shut up about the rights of some cells that resemble a teratoma more than a human (cells that, conveniently, don’t disagree with you, don’t criticise you, don’t ask for anything), yet you turn a blind eye to immigrant children, ACTUAL LIVING HUMAN BEINGS, that die at the borders????(that goes for u too europe, fuck u too)
I remember a few years back, after the elections in Ro when a political party that represents the Medieval Ages somehow earned more votes than it should’ve in a country that considers itself civilized, someone asked them on Ig what should a 12 year old that was raped and got pregnant do (‘cause they are obv anti-abortion, couldn’t have expected anything else). And they said ‘give birth’. Case closed. 2025 is just around the corner and I’m terrified of who will govern the country
The fact that this was 3 years ago and now it’s ten times worse is… A nightmare.
The fact that the US is a million times more fucked up now than it was back then is smth i would’ve never predicted.
Now we hate both ukrainian& palestinian kids yet still scream for abortion bans 🥰
And our country is probably in the biggest crisis it’s been honestly since WW2, yet somehow, somehow, out of all the horrible possibilities we ended up with the best outcome. This shocks me the most, would u have asked me if the current political situation was possible back in dec was possible, i would’ve laughed in your face. How strange and deeply fucked life is…
Pogačar my beloved
Me, after becoming obsessed with tdf after randomly watching Pogačar win a stage…
Still here, 3 years later 😂
A very basic sponge cake (i guess??) with pears that fell from our pear tree and nectarines form the farmer’s market (or maybe Lidl) and some walnuts to top it all off
Too little dough and too much fruit for me but ppl said it was good, so 🤷🏻♀️