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Hospital washroom politics is unreal. I have seen bigger locks on department washroom doors than I have seen on the department doors themselves. I have seen huge interdepartmental fights strike up not because some department fucked up someone else's patient care but because some of their staff used some other department's washroom. Like at this point I've power walked literal miles to get to clean and accessible washrooms around the hospitals. People around the hospital are scared of me because they have seen me walk around the hospital with murder in my eyes and they think I am a ferocious doctor ready to scold someone, but I am just and intern looking for a clean washroom to pee in. Me and my friends sit and discuss plans on which nurses to make deals with on which shift so that we could get to use a washroom.

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Ehm, sorry for not posting on here.. but look at what I did

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A/N: This may or may not be based on real events. I didn’t know how to vent and then I wrote this. So I don’t know if it makes any ounce of sense. Also I have linked all the songs so you can enjoy them as well. Enjoy!

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Y/N stared outside the window observing the occasional cars speeding past their own. She let out a sigh and took a drag out of her cigarette as the song playing on the stereo of the car changed. It was a beautiful playlist, she would give it that, if only a little unfamiliar. And sad.

 She should’ve called dibs on the aux cord as soon as she entered the car but she was too occupied with other, much more important things back then. 

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SEBASTIAN STAN as James "Bucky" Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | 2021

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Switching between these every day

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i also can't stop thinking about how this show is an ode to mothers but it's also a reflection of the role of a father and the extent they go to, to provide for their families which can sometimes be forgotten because they aren't home as much and when they are they might be too tired to engage, but there's beauty in the little things they do (as I am sure we will see more of in vol. 2) and there's love in their sacrifice and daily toiling, their hard work which leaves them aged, weak, ailing and while the drama doesn't spell this out unlike the sacrifice of the mother, the sacrifice of the father lingers around as it would in reality. oh this little green forest family.

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Baby Gwan Shik saying with all his 10 year old soul that he wants to be the First Lady just because Ae Sun is going to be the President.

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When Life Gives You Tangerines (2025) “It’s fine if the whole world knows, as long as mom and dad don’t.” — Parents have no idea of the moment when their child’s heart develops knots. If they knew, they’d protect their child; so God keeps it from them. No tree grows without knots, and a child’s knot would carve a hole in a father’s heart. So God keeps it hidden.

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My parents were quite young when they got married. My dad was 26 and mom was 23. When they got married they were a young couple bound in the bonds of arranged marriage, struggling in mumbai, pretending to be in love to fit in. And they could've been infatuated or even in love in those earlier days. I mean my mother was a bombshell and my dad was the handsomest looking man for miles. Idk about their personalities from back then enough to comment about that. They were piss poor and had to build up everything from scratch to support their family of 2, and the extended family of atleast 11 that my dad supported with his salary.

Then my mother got pregnant and they suffered the loss of who could've been my elder brother as well as the childish naivety that my parents harboured. My mother was struggling to survive and my dad was struggling to earn enough to support that. Both in different cities. When they got back together 2 years later, after 100s of letters and 2 minute long phone calls on the PCO that only allows for a 'aap kaise hai? Hum theek hai.', they tried to assimilate themselves into each other's lives. Enough to have me atleast. When I got into the picture the entire focus had changed. They no longer had to solely rely on each other for love. They had me to pour all of it into and receive it from.

5 years later came my sister and well they doubled down on not relying on each other. The demarcations of duties became clearer and hardly defined. The pool of love became us. Our school, our tution, our studies and investing money where it would benefit us is where their conversations began and ended. There were minor hitches and disagreements that devolved into fights of greater magnitude than deserving of but nothing life altering.

Now both me and my sister are out of our parent's house. Now their nest is empty and not every decision can be relegated to our choices. Every minor thing has to be done through the concensus of my parents and I believe that for the first time in 25 years they are truly alone with each other, in a space to now discuss themselves. Their likes, dislikes, ideologies, methodologies, experiences all laid out bare in the open.

And I don't think they very much like what they see. They aren't similar in any sense of the way. Polar opposites who have lived under the same roof for 25 years and not known about any of this. And they don't have buffers in between anymore. They argue like children about the smallest things without the middle ground in between and idk what to do about them🤷‍♀️

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communal comfort slender man

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it only took two and a half years but I finally paid off the joke 🙏😌

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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I am so fucking all over the place its fucking awful. I was sad and dissatisfied when i had no love in my life. Now that i have love its not enough. When i had no one to get me flowers, i would get some on my own. Now that someone's gotten me roses, i am sad that they only got me 2 and not even a bouquet. This person is someone whom ive been seeing for more than a year now. He's charming and in merchant navy

Which means he wasn't in town for a huge chunk of the time that we've dated. Which means like the least amount of physical closeness, let alone intimacy. I am a medical student which means i am giving exams more often than not or am otherwise occupied. He treats me well tbh. Sometimes he's a little callous, only because he doesn't know any better. But to be honest, so am I. He's bought me a few gifts. A few fancy things that cost too much money than i am comfortable knowing. I have also gotten him gifts, not as costly, and only something that i could afford with my student allowance. But i write him letters, personalised stuff, made our portraits, made a personalised collage of stuff that only we would get the reference for when he old me he wouldn't be able to keep our photos in his life (desi family, and we know we aren't end game). But i feel a lack of that kind of mental intimacy. He doesn't seem to know what i would like, only what he would like me to have. Which i recieve with all the gratefulness and use it, even if i might not like those things as much.

I just feel as if i am selfish and idk like i dont appreciate him enough and it riddles me with guilt.

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House M.D. | 6x04 The Tyrant