Mad - Blog Posts

HAHAHA, did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?

khikhikhi, look what's happening 🤭

I've never felt more intimatly aware of the threat of nuclear war than these past fews hours of my life.

Like no joke I had a dream that the would went into MAD* and for some reason,,, no one was panicking.

*Mutually Assured Destruction

Like we were all scrambling and internally afraid yes but at the same time- most of everyone (at least in the vicinity of my city) was calm.

Like it wasn't a surprise. We all just knew we had to start packing bags and find somewhere to go.

I fucking hate that this could happen at any point now too. Like with the American election results turning another page in our unfortunate history.

Unless things go smoother than gravel in these next few years, I'm pretty sure I won't be surprised if MAD does happen.

That's how fucking bad this shit is. It's quite literally one of the endings to a Worst Case Scenario.

Honestly I can only hope we come back to our senses someday.

For now I will cope by consuming JJK brainrot and just getting through life.

M-Addily I drew Addily going mad

WHY AM I CRYING??

MAD?

A resume of the think of my Ponysona become mad (And not mine)

Crab grave Sad Grab #crab #grab #crap #grave #sad #mad #smad #engraved #drawing #sketch #nintendo3dsxl #flipnote #ocean #draaikolk #krab #tekening #graai #folk #beachgrave #mermay2019 #toolateformermay so #mermay2020 ? #🦀 #🙆 #🌊 Excuse me I didn't mean to turn my tags into vague rhyming poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/ByOXP_rCUPg/?igshid=rub68d453ltw

Drew some sad me and a drawing of a morning that my mom did yell at me cause she was pissed off with other people and took it out on me

Lemme be honest--

A lot of things make me mad, and when I mean a lot, I mean a LOT

One of them is when the mouth doesn't match the words.

...

AUGHH--😠

I literally have to watch Squid Game in Korean with subtitles bc like-- I just CANT watch it in English!😣

Not to mention, Korean js sounds amazing--

And I see a lot of people watch it in English and it's just like... how?!

GIVE ME YOUR SKILLS😣💔

I also never noticed that I've watched Villainous in English once for like the whole show, and I've never noticed the way the lines don't fit

I needa rewatch it to feel satisfied again☹️

This song just magically makes you dance again and again and you just can't do something about it :]

Why is chill-music just so magic?

When I close my eyes I feel like I am immersed in another world, everything around me is so relaxing and going on in slow motion.

it does ;-;

What emotion are you experiencing right now?

Happy

Sad

Mad

Etc...

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@joeygraceffa

Muthashan

For as long as I can remember I’ve had memories, and some of the clearest ones are of my trips to Bangalore and Chennai, where my relatives live. I recall the 24-hour train journeys to Bangalore, which I would spend jumping from top berth to top berth like a drunk monkey, and I also remember the excitement with which I would search the platform in Bangalore for the subject of this article: My Muthashan, my grandfather.

My grandfather is the embodiment of “eccentric scientist.” He is bald with a thin line of hair forming a semicircle around the back of his head and a shiny head that, according to him, is very useful when guiding aircraft. When he wakes up (at 4 in the morning), he brushes his teeth and goes down to the kitchen to have a glass of water. While reaching for the glass, his hand invariably knocks over every other utensil located within half a foot, which serves as an alarm clock for everyone else. Except my grandmother, who is used to this, and continues to sleep soundly in her room. The rest of us crack our eyes open, see that the sun hasn’t risen yet and flop back onto the bed.

Another one of my grandfather’s traits is his absentmindedness. While most of us may forget our handkerchief or maybe a water bottle, Muthashan is very capable of forgetting a person, as my Ammuma (my grandmother) will happily tell you. Let me give you an example.

My grandparents were coming home several years ago after some function, on my grandfather’s bike, when they hit a particularly large ditch. The bike jerked but didn’t fall, which is more than I can say for Ammuma. She flew off the bike and found herself sitting squarely in the middle of the road, her nice sari all rumpled and dusty. As several pedestrians tended to her, my grandfather (who had yet to notice that his wife had fallen off) continued down the road until he was out of sight. A few kilometres later, it began to occur to him that no one was replying to him, so he turned around and discovered her absence. Did it occur to him then to go back? No. He spotted a group of drunkards fighting by the roadside, and knowing my grandmother’s penchant for resolving conflict, he went there to investigate. When he didn’t find her there, he was deeply perplexed. After formulating several hypotheses, he concluded that he needed to go back the same way. Sure enough, a few kilometres down the road, he found my grandmother marching briskly towards him, swearing to herself that she would never again leave home without her own purse and money. She took one look at him and proceeded to roundly abuse him in Malayalam, when, hoping to cheer her up, he exclaimed, “But look! This bike runs so smoothly that even when 65 kilos fell off, I didn’t notice anything different!”

The words she used after that are inappropriate in public.

Ever since then, she has insisted that a four-wheeler will be the only mode of transport she uses, and no amount of lectures on fuel efficiency or the rising cost of petrol could convince her otherwise. Oh yes, and shortly after this incident, the bike was sold.

Ammuma and the rest of the family say that they wish this was the only anecdote about Muthashan, but then, he does like to live life with a flourish. So, logically, why shouldn’t there be even more stories in which he has unknowingly risked being disowned by his dear family?

Now, considering my grandfather’s idea that Einstein’s Theory of Relativity is appropriate breaking-the-ice kind of conversation, it is easy to imagine that he does not concern himself with certain information. Not much, just irrelevant information like a person’s name, or how many kids he has. You know, things like that.

So it didn’t surprise me when I was told of how he walked up to a woman at the Indian Institute of Science (where he works) and said, “Ah, you are George’s wife, isn’t it?”

“No sir, I am Govindan Nair’s wife”

…

Thanks to a well-aimed pinch from my mother, he didn’t voice his thoughts of, “But I saw you the other day with George!”

He is now over 75 years old, and continues to blunder through life with confidence. If you are ever introduced to a man in Bangalore, and said man is wearing an expression that combines bewilderment with quiet desperation two seconds after being introduced to you, you have most certainly met M. Venugopalan, my Muthashan. But never fear! Even if he doesn’t know you, he will be delighted to take you through the technicalities of the Cassini-Huygens Spacecraft!

Kirtana P. Menon

Midnight Shadows. 

That time of year 🎄

Vibes

i’m fairly certain that this is the face you’re all making seeing that i’ve been inactive for about a week.

i had stuff going on and i hope you can forgive me for not posting.

Why I hate this equality-talk

You know what makes me fucking mad?

We are talking about how men should be able to be feminine or women should be able to be masculine. But that whole topic is so fucking stupid, like why do even entitle ourselves to talk about this.

We talk about this topic and how we all should break this norm. And it makes me so mad to even think about breaking the roles we are assigned for.

Because we do not have the right to talk about this!

Because as soon as the topic is about transgender men or women it is off limits that they could even dare to not be like the norm. So why do we entitle ourselves to talk about cis women and cis men breaking these norms? 

A transgender woman liking football, cars or anything “masculine” or a transgender man liking for example pink, Make-up or well anything “feminine”  then they get hate, called out for something ridiculous and called fake. I also do not like the term transgender at all, you are either a woman or a man or both or neither or something in between. But saying he/she is transgender is like saying, they are a man/woman but not really. transmen and transwomen are Men or Women (Binary or Non-binary does not matter!) but calling them trans is like saying (for me it is at least) that they are not truly a man or a woman.

That’s not okay, liking something, preferring something.

It doesn’t make you less man or woman! 

- Don Martin

I hate when that happens…

I am in tears. I hate danganronpa they killed my kids and pissed on my wife. fuck them i hate them 

Lunatic Luv

You'll surely overthink

If you try to understand me

A paradoxical chaos

Far beyond comprehension

Look at me through blinded eyes

Loose sanity in my undertow

You have to leave your mind behind

To scrutinize my heart and soul

🥴

me core

I am so tired of the world that we currently live in.

All the lies and the bullshit we go through everyday

Because people cannot or rather will not be kind to each other

I wonder how many problems we could have solved if we were all nice to each other.

Where did all our innocence go?

When did we all grow up?

Where is the child who thought that everyone was good

who smiled at everyone

Who believed in everyone...

Out of curiosity...

Firstly, one of my coworkers and I were discussing the true difference between being mad or angry, we concluded that when a person is truly angered in the moment that they are on a whole other level. If i lost ya, SORRY I am trying to get my thought in to words but I am kinda struggling. Any who, I felt like I needed to shared this before getting onto my question as I am talking about being at this level of angry, if you have never experienced this, then play it as more of a hypothetical. Thx for participating!!!

he could afford to walk away.

i was a nobody.

i could not afford to walk away.

he was my lifeline.

“Am I worthless? Am I Filthy? Am I too far for a Remedy?”

-Take the Bullets Away (We as Human)

We yearn for immortality, yet dismiss the ones who've danced with the elixir as mad.