Meh.

ICU Registered Nurse. Atheist. Bookworm. Jill-of-all-arts.

My patient is intubated and sedated and is therefore my favorite person on the whole unit right now.

Just leave me the fuck alone. Please. I can’t be funny tonight and small talk is making me want to die.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

—Kahlil Gibran, Sea and Foam  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via violet-woods)

Currently crying over a sock, a cup, and an ashtray full of cigarette butts from September.

I am the most sentimental fuck on the planet.

fyeahbookbinding:

Absolutely amazing polymer clay journals by © Anna Kolesnikova (Mandarin Duck). Take a look at her portfolio, it’s really something.

You can look around in her Etsy shop here.

Also she has a very cool YouTube channel filled with tutorials and all kinds of crafty videos.

Become a fan of her on Facebook here.

(via wordpainting)

“Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

And I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept”

—David Berman, Self Portrait at 28 (via bullshitalacarte)

(via ghostmoon91)

He exhausts me and I don’t love him. Only boys I love are allowed to exhaust me.

—Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

—Charles Bukowski, “The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship”  (via jececilia)

(Source: larmoyante, via kaitmpayne)