Shrigma Male.

That is what ruzzians did with my house recently.

8th of July, 2024. ruzzian terrorists bombed many buildings of Kyiv, including Okhmatdyt hospital. however, let me show you what they did to my house that very day (the hospital is kinda close to us). I survived the first wave of rockets on my floor, I also monitored the next one, but sadly did not have time to get to a safe place in the elevator. in front of my eyes, under extremely powerful explosions, the neighbour's door flew off its hinges, the ceiling crumbled (did not fall), and the entire floor was covered in a fog of dust. speaking nervously, most likely delusional, I went down (it was also dangerous to do, NEVER DO THAT, PLEASE). I picked up a neighbor’s girl (a teenager) on the floors below, whom I thought I left in the house where the door was broken (I was afraid, I аm sorry, I was afraid to come closer, I was only thinking about myself); well...everything went well: the girl managed to go down the stairs before the rocket detonated. the neighbors were scared, a few of them were crying, we had an injured child (of preschool age, her temple was covered in blood), I filmed a little of what was on the street. my hands were shaking, I could not call anyone, I just mumbled something. my relatives came as fast as they could (I live with one of them), they even dared to go up to the apartment, clean it up a bit, and then we left the house and now live in another one.

it is temporary, of course. yesterday, I went to clean the house (as you can see in the video), it is almost clean of glass and pieces of walls. we are going to fix the windows ourselves, because it will be 100 years before the state does them. however, this bittersweet memory of how I almost died at home (it was a cruise rocket...the ballistics would have buried us all alive) would never allow my already shaky mental state to recover.

I have been trying to shout at people for a long time about two things: ruzzia must be destroyed; Ukraine must receive comprehensive assistance. I don't care how many kidneys I will later sell to the USA, Britain or Germany to thank for the fact that my country will live in peace, I am ready for anything, as long as children stop dying in front of my eyes. I heard the moaning of people under the rubble, I regretted that I was living instead of the dead. we are not a third world country. we deserve to exist, and fucking ruzzians are not allowed to decide our fate.

I will improve the wig I swear.

because of my term paper... I really enjoy reading Grettis saga again and again.

I still wonder where he is...big heart but messed up mind.

art is political.

Students of Mykhailo Boychuk Art Academy drawing their school that was hit by russian missile

I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race...

I know Christmas is coming...however, I wish it were summer time.

19 innocent people 9 of whom were children (on the playground)—that is how ruzzians call a so-called meeting place of (military) commanders and instructors that was bombed succesfully.

that is how ruzzian peace looks like. occupation, murders, gaslighting, and bloodlust.

in Berdyansk, I spent almost 8 summer holidays.

long time ago, I was a bit sad I had not been born there...now, with a bitter feeling in my heart, I can only thank to my luck I live far away.

I wish I could think of occupied regions as of safety places again.

full video with English subs

Russians bragging about war crimes. Nothing new, of course, they've been committing those in the occupied territories of Ukraine since 2014. "Throw to the basement" means imprisoning a person in a torture chamber. You can get yourself kidnapped, raped, tortured, and/or killed simply for speaking Ukrainian in Ukraine, in the territories taken over by Russia. They are not only unashamed of it - they are proud. They are not confessing, they're bragging, and fellow russians are cheering them on.

damn Scots, they ruined Scotland! (ha-ha, no, not really)

I was suddenly inspired by Coleridge.

Imagine Arthur taught little Freddie how to spell :\