La tristeza premenstrual es uno de los peores sentimientos que existen.
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La tristeza premenstrual es uno de los peores sentimientos que existen.
Me @ myself: This happens every month why can't you stop being a baby like every other person with ovaries??!?!??!?!!
avoiding the sadness by realizing that there’s so much things to see outside
My interior critic is as seductive and honeyed as warm baklava. It tells me I am a terrible person and the worst writer in the world, and I believe it.
It took me nearly thirty years to understand the robustness of my premenstrual pattern, but these days I know the week before my period will always include a single day in which I fantasise about murdering strangers, most specifically slow drivers, and another in which everything can reduce me to sentimental tears: supermarket adverts, the polished corner of an oak table glowing in the sun, a pigeon taking off from a hawthorn branch into the wind. For much of that week the voice of my interior critic is as seductive and honeyed as warm baklava. It tells me I am a terrible person and the worst writer in the world, and I believe it. But after decades of bafflement, these states are now something like old friends, and I greet them with a deal of archness.
— Helen Macdonald, Vesper Flights (Grove Press, August 25, 2020)
sometimes when ur premenstrual u just gotta sit on the floor with a sad petulant pouting face after one slight inconvenience just to show your hormones how emotional they’re making you and that’s how being female goes sometimes
Imagine snapping at Loki while you’re premenstrual. You say some pretty mean stuff to him, not fully realizing what you’re spouting off and definitely not meaning a word of your tirade.
Loki, however, doesn’t realize what’s really going on. All he knows is that you’re suddenly pissed off at him and he’s not completely sure what he did to make you so mad.
It takes you a moment to simmer down, but you find some chocolate and pour yourself a drink (Tony would likely pop off about you “getting soused at one in the afternoon” if your PMS didn’t send the Hulk into a corner to cower in fear and cry like a baby.) as you mull over what happened.
Tú no sabes que es el infierno, si no has tenido un dolor menstrual.
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