what in the fuck does my sister think she’s doing?
So hard to have faith.
Indifferent. So indifferent.
One day, it’s not gonna be enough.
“Is that her femoral artery?”
I met my lover late one night,
Stethoscope on my chest, BP cuff on my right,
And as he held my hand, on his resident’s command,
He summoned up all his might -
"I’m a doctor-in-training", he said,
Resting his body against my bed
"And is it too…
Dear Ms B,
We didn’t know each other well. You might recognise my face from rounds, I was the girl in the corner holding your numbers, looking at the ground or out the window. I occasionally asked you how you were, and you always told me the same thing – pain, so much pain. And I didn’t know…
I have come to realize that the love my parents have for each other is something that is no longer attainable in this time of age.
Love, kindness, respect and understanding. That is all I ask for.
I wish I could have a relationship with someone similar to my parents.
I guess that’s close to impossible.
"Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes — characters even — caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you."- Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via bookporn)
This is not home.
I just wanna go home.
You know your heart’s breaking when you feel a physical pain. Your chest starts to clench, your stomach in knots and you feel a lump in your throat. It’s not because I’m weak. It’s because I’m human and that’s a natural human condition.
I am not weak.
I hate this.