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went on a 160 mile ride with some friends/coworkers and KJ on the back. super fu king sick

there is no one I love on earth since the day I was born more than I love this boy. i will show this photo to my kids

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saw a picture of the toaster oven in my old jobs break room on Instagram and someone labeled it I DO NOT IDENTIFY AS A TOASTER hahahaha i actually fucking despise everyone

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Creature designs from Final Fantasy XI.

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a girl lounging in her underwear on a pillow or futon facing a bright light source. she looks mildly uncomfortable and is sweating slightly, perhaps due to heat. she has orangey-brown skin, and blueish-greyish wolf ears+tail that match her spikey shag hair.

heat

Amaia stuck between Valerius and Rosita. Her arms are crossed showing that she is tied between them.

Unwilling love triangle

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Maybe Don’t Talk to the New York Times About Zohran Mamdani It’s remarkable, the people you’ll hear from. Teach for even a little while at an expensive institution—the term they tend to prefer is “elite”—and odds are that eventually someone who was a studen…

I havent read such a banger of an essay in a very long time. This is so well-written!

ppl think they're so fucking slick

evangelical Christian coworker was correcting a provider on the assigned sex at birth of a 3mo baby and said ITS A BOY...*looks at me* IT HAS BOY PARTS and then looked at me again lol

theres moments of weird tenderness I have witnessed, coworkers who I fucking despise gently telling me "hey, you really don't want to see this one." and handling the worst rotten bodies as a kind of futile, parental attempt to keep me a little more innocent and less fucked up. stuff like that

Police stings. and it's the regular callousness of the society we occupy. it's all a disease, one that I don't really have medicine for. it's depressing. you get swallowed by the shadow of the cruelty like the huge buildings at 10am in midtown. i love everyone but i hate everything

sexual exploitation, violence, ignorance, and there's been times when I've had to be a fucking shield for these people. and I would get scoffed at for caring that much. I've gotten between patients and cops. I've done a million fucking mandated reporter calls. I've been present for fucking

I almost feel as though the biggest most traumatizing thing of it all is that I realize no one cares about my patients. if they did, there's be more dead CEOs. no one cares because they live on the street, or live in poverty, are beset by post Covid OCD, COPD, addiction, lack of education,

all I did was take the knife away from the guy while everyone else helped my coworker but afterwards I cried for like 3 hours like a little bitch. 😝

I'm sure they're fucked up about it but. idk. anyway, passed the anniversary of that call I responded to where my coworker was stabbed 7 times in the chest and arms a couple months ago. try not to think about it i guess

get it together. but now, even the dead bodies and the demented old people which feel unrelated bother the fuck out of me. and I think what's rly annoying is that I haven't been doing this for fucking ages or whatever. I know people who have seen this shit 10x as much as I have and like

took me about a minute (that felt like 15) to get it together. one of the fdny suppression guys saw me actually oxygenating her and went "slow down, cowboy!" and they all laughed and it just kinda solidified that moment in my mind. since then, the OD calls make huge panic rise in me and I can't

when I was responding to a call on like 60 something on the west side for a girl in her early 20s who was ODing in a library. i felt the panic rise in me and immediately knew that I was transferring my love for my fiance who used to use onto this girl around his age and i could barely focus

but I've also seen stuff that doesn't really have anything to do with my fiances difficult past like week old dead bodies in hot apartments, successful suicides, jumpers, drownings, shootings etc. but the moment when i realized that my experiences were catching up to me big time was

i know that the inner workings of the traumatized mind are an enigma and whatnot but i find it frustrating, strange, and unexpected that my PTSD from my job didn't start to get actually unbearable at times until I met my fiance. like, yes, my fiance has been a Patient in all the ways that pain me,

ty my queen unfortunately i am not Chinese....

a mysterious gentleman ...

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