As the basement yard said it best:
BLOOD! NOW!
(Tbh, I just wanted an excuse to show off this photo, lol)
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As the basement yard said it best:
BLOOD! NOW!
(Tbh, I just wanted an excuse to show off this photo, lol)
CRAMPS. WHY.
*has a period cramp*
me: I AM BEING STABBED, HELL WOULD BE A PLEASURE AGAINST THIS
*cramp starts to fade away*
me: oh I'm actually fine, I don't have painful periods, I'm not even feeling anything :)
*has another cramp*
me: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE
Honestly Turkish people are so dramatic like for saying we have our period we literally say "the motherland is crying blood" like if that isn't bloody extra idk what it
Scientists like to say the body communicates in ways we’re only beginning to understand. And to that I say (insert explicative of your choice). Maybe that’s true for men, but it’s not true for women-or at least this woman.
Once a month my reproductive organs get mad at me for not being used to their fullest potential. They squeeze my insides until I feel like I’ve been punched by a buffalo, and then send a river of strawberry jam out of a very awkward place to have a stain.
And they do that because they’re not communicating with my brain and whatever organ holds the soul-probably one of those weird ones like the pancreas that we don’t really know what it does.
And if the reproductive organs would just talk to the brain and spleen, then they would know that we’re not anywhere close to having a baby. So stop wasting valuable blood that the brain could be using to write the next great literary hit! We could have had a movie and then a Netflix series remake by now if you had stopped forcing us to lose on average 84 days of the year and several hundred dollars worth of pads and pills and chocolate!
And with all that film money we could have been financially stable enough and relaxed enough to make several babies. But no, reproductive organs, you have to be focused on the short term. You think we’re going to somehow get pregnant at any moment and you need to be prepared. But how is that going to happen when you also give us PMS in addition to the week long shark fest?
Basically, reproductive organs, the only one you should be blaming for your abilities being wasted is you. Don’t take it out on me.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 🍓🎉
[EN]
Remember when that map with each country's unique denomination for menstruation went around? No? Well, my chaotic self sure does and this was a result derived directly from it.
Life was never the same when I found out about the term "Strawberry Week" (German btw). It was probably the sweetest expression I've ever heard associated to that time of the month.
Using it always lifts my mood because of the ridiculous scenario it builds up in my head, reason why I've decided to officially translate it into art (you're welcome).
[PT]
Alguém se recorda daquele mapa-mundo que circulava na internet, com as diferentes denominações que os países davam à menstruação? Não? Ora, eu lembro-se come se fosse ontem e o que vêem aqui foi diretamente influenciado por esse post.
A minha vida não voltou a ser a mesma desde que descobri o termo alemão "Strawberry Week" - "Semana dos Morangos", uma das expressões mais caricatas que alguma vez ouvi associada aquela altura do mês.
Sempre que o uso o meu humor eleva-se de imediato, graças ao cenário ridículo que a minha cabeça conjura, cenário tal que finalmente o decidi traduzir para arte (não têm de quê).
friendly shark week tip:
don't wear jeans when you're bloated unless you want more cramps
The struggle is real.