May 3
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Heated Rivalry but its being coworkers at a damn hospital in a small town. You're open about sexuality, so is she, but its a small town, and people still have small minds. You're in love with another nurse. You're friends but you can't be together, and shes been talking to a boy she likes. But the mixed signals, the emotion between the lines. The chemistry. The balance. The feelings. You tell yourself to stop, to make some distance, because this hurts. It keeps hurting and its asking for heartache. You can't be together. Working at the same place, the same unit, its not a setup for success. But...
You get hurt helping her, sent down the hall to emerg. When youre back, she finds you. Calls you "my love," "love," and now everything is messy again. You tell yourself no, that things haven't changed, shes still talking to the boy (life is so much easier like this when you want a family, a life with another person, and you get it). Things dont change just because of an injury, you dont expect them to. But those words float around in your head. They linger in the anxiety that seeps through your skin.
You keep telling yourself no, that this has to stop. You need to mash down all those emotions and daydreams because its not going to happen, and things would be even more messy if it did. You have your own issues to bring to the table, aside from that thread that has somehow wound around you both, pushing and pulling. Its complicated.
Its too much. Its not enough. Its not even something thats happened (yet?), but here you are with her in your thoughts. Afloat, but drowning. You tread water in scrubs and matching socks. She asks what colour we're wearing tomorrow. Water and wishes get in your mouth.
pov: you made a side blog because you’re so desperate for attention that you decided to make a whole new blog for something that you for some reason thinks deserves praise
sometimes all you really need is to watch two goth guys make out
Im leaving but ill always be here <3
I wish to paint you a farewell laced with love
My soul got a kiss from yours
~ to everyone i ever knew
~ to everyone i fell out with
I can only hope that mine was sweet for yours too.
WOKE LIBERALS think it’s OFFENSIVE to have an ANNE FRANK simulator game
u play one game and it leaves u in such shambles it makes you use tumblr again