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_every journey has a beginning
Interiors shots in Call Me By Your Name (2017, dir. Luca Guadagnino ) by photographer Giulio Ghirard
somedays, i will implode on myself. i will quietly shut down, no tears, no shouts, no alarms. i will be too cold, too distantâuntouchable and unreachable. donât panic. somedays, i will implode on myself. it wonât be your fault. let me recover, softly and slowly. hold me when i remember how to feel again. somedays, i will be reckless. i will be wild and unstoppable. i will jump off cliffs and taste like cigarettes and smell like booze. i will forget you and i will forget me and i will smile. i will smile, until it hurts and i will cry because it wonât be enough. somedays, i will be reckless. it wonât be your fault. wait until i am sober before you berate me, but know that it wonât be the last time. somedays, i will explode on you. suddenly, suddenly and all at once, i will yell and rage and hate. i will tear you apart with my words and i will not stop, even when you cry. know that i am sorry. it wonât be your fault. i could never hate you. all those words are meant for me, not you. let me remind you that you are too good for me. somedays, i will explode on you. let me apologize. somedays, i will be gentle. i will take you to museums and coffee shops and the world will feel bright and whole. i will make eggs and toast and dance in the kitchen with you. i will tell you about my favorite memories and you will think this is, this is how it is meant to be. it will end. it wonât be your fault. somedays, i will be gentle. remember that i am not always whole, remember the good comes with the bad. most days, i will be hard to love. it wonât be your fault. i will not blame you when you leave.
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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
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Our face when we realize just 53 days till I graduate. 53 days till Iâm commissioned into the National Guard as a Nurse Corp officer!! 53 more days until I have that BSN. And itâs all more real because Iâll be working in the EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT! Dreams really do come true! Not sure why my dog is making the same face as me.... đ¤ˇââď¸đ¤đ But we are so close!!!
Itâs crazy how much youâll tolerate for someone you care about
it really does! (via glassbonespaperskin)
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. Youâre doing things youâve never done before, and more importantly, youâre Doing Something. So thatâs my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobodyâs ever made before. Donât freeze, donât stop, donât worry that it isnât good enough, or it isnât perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. Whatever it is youâre scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
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Have a long layover at DFW airport? Learn CPR or check your current skills doing compressions. It tells you your compression rate and depth.
The little voice.
I get a 54yo male from home c/o severe lower back pain that was sudden onset while watching tv at home. Heâs hypertensive on arrival 220/110. I put in my triage, line and lab him. The med student comes in to do her physical assessment and talk with the pt. I see her leave the room with a worried look on her face but she goes back and sits at the doctors desk, the attending is seeing another pt. I asked her what she thought and she very meekly says âI think he may be having a dissectionâ (he has an extensive cardiac hx) I tell her I agree itâs a possibility and that we need to inform the attending immediately. She looks nervous and she says âbut I donât know, I could be wrongâ I said listen you need to trust your gut, if you think this, and this is your assessment, then be confident in it. We inform the doctor who agrees with the med student, I run the pt to CT for a stat CTA, which confirms an aortic dissection. I was so proud of that little med student. And I made sure to tell her that. She saved a mans life and was able to see the full picture and not just the cc of âback painâ. The confidence comes in time but that little voice that tells you something is wrong even if youâre not 100% sure is so important to not ignore. Iâm sure she will always remember this, as will I. Sheâll make a fine doctor one day. Nursing students, med students, even post school and licensure, we wonât and canât know everything and will sometimes feel like we know absolutely nothing but we should feel confident in what we do know, strive to learn more each day and always trust your gut. If you at least know normal youâll know if something is abnormal even if youâre not quite sure exactly what it is.
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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.Â
 FEMALE HEART ATTACKSÂ
 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have⌠you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one womanâs experience with a heart attack:Â
 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, âA-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when youâve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like youâve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldnât have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensationâthe only trouble was that I hadnât taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.Â
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening â we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, havenât we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think Iâm having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldnât be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else⌠but, on the other hand, if I donât, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.Â
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics⌠I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didnât feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I donât remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?â) but I couldnât make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.Â
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.Â
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual menâs symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didnât know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping theyâll feel better in the morning when they wake up⌠which doesnât happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that youâve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarmâ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.â And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at whatâs happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor â he doesnât know where you live and if itâs at night you wonât reach him anyway, and if itâs daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesnât carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Donât assume it couldnât be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless itâs unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Letâs be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.â
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. Iâm definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe youâll save one!â And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
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Iâm a river that is all dried up
Iâm an ocean nothing floats on
Iâm a sky that nothing wants to fly in
Iâm a sun that doesnât burn hot
Iâm a moon that never shows itâs face
Iâm a mouth that doesnât smile
Iâm a word that no one ever wants to say