Feeling rough today! 😬😴

My view leaving work everyday 🌄

It’s my second night shift of the week, it feels like I’m still settling into a flow. but I do feel higher spirits than I did when I first did overnights a year ago.

I keep gently reminding myself that this is part of my work, and learning how to guide my body to sustain at unusual hours is important for hospital work. I don’t think I would ideally practice in a hospital setting but it’s still useful skill to have.

overall, I’m still just feeling incredibly grateful riding the wave of gratitude and hoping for an easy going August.

All my friends on Monday mornings: ready to start the week. Live their lives to the fullest. Have fun and be merry.

Me on Monday mornings:

What a nice morning

3 more hours at work 😴

I’m sitting at the front desk and have a great view of the park across the road. There’s a couple out walking their dog and they just laid down in the snow. It’s actually very cute. I think I saw them take pictures. I mean, it’s very picturesque. The trees are strung with white lights.

Now I wish I had someone to take pictures with in the snow.

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

It was a certain baddie's birthday yesterday!!!🌙🎂🥩🐾🐺

E voi che avete fatto in questa notte di capodanno? Io son stata invitata dall'ospedale, non ho proprio potuto dire di no! (E con questi filtri sembro anche figa)

turns out this note wasn't all i've done for this piece. i was thinking a lot about astarion's perspective slowly shifting when it came to intimacy and sex.

With time, when he saw her splayed naked on top of the sheets, Astarion stopped thinking about all the bodies that he had doomed, or all the people that were careless with him, that hurt him. His mind slipped less and less to the horrid nights when he had forced himself to touch those he'd never wanted, those that sent disgust creeping up his throat. The times he had to fight those thoughts soon dwindled in numbers as something warmer, something kinder replaced them.

When Astarion looked at her, he felt her softness, he remembered those very first times when they had truly touched each other. Not in the wilderness, where they both felt like cornered beasts doing anything to survive. Not the feigned courtesies and honeyed words, even if — unbeknownst to them — there was a hint of honesty hidden in them. Instead, the spawn thought of his first night of true freedom. How hungrily they touched each other after confessing love. How warm Mal's skin felt when he took her — eager, happy — over the remains of his lost life.

Suddenly, it all started to feel different. How sweet desire tasted when it was backed by freedom, by choice. Astarion could, finally, close his eyes without a worry, touch his lover without the fear dancing at the tips of his fingers. For just a brief moment, he simply let go of all the terror that was ever-present for almost two centuries.

Podcast recommendations strange friends? I love the weird, the queer, the horrors, the mysteries, etc. 🖤

nobody likes you when you're 23

Got to stolen century in my relisten and started tearing up at work because of magnus carving the duck. Just me in the back room, crying over the dish sink for normal reasons.

my brothers in crisis, what is h a p p e n i n g in the last stage mv

yeah ✌️😀