Somewhere along the line here I have become the lumpiest flirter. Like a dude behind me in line for coffee just said something cute and I gave him the most deer in the headlights garbled response ever. I’m almost embarrassed but like, whatever dude. Float on.
Yesterday had a lot of extreme highs and lows but I fell asleep smiling so that was cool. (I was a really good nurse all day) (fucking excellent) (and my patient who i worked with all week told me I was perfect so that was cool) (and a man I use to take care of often, who was a wonderful person and really caring and sweet, died that morning) (and I cried for his wife and their kids on the bus to work) (and because life isn’t just or fair and some people don’t get to watch their kids grow up) (and some people have to raise their kids alone) (because their partner died in his thirties of fucking complications of the fucking transplant that cured his fucking blood cancer)
“If you’re spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party, what are you running away from? That’s not a badass. What’s badass is when you can sit through your problems and feel emotions when you don’t want to have them. […] And now, as hard as it may be, I will do that. That’s what makes me a badass. Being a badass is handling your shit.”
Waking up to a pup nuzzling his nose into the crook of your arm is tops. 10/10 recommend forever