Hi, I'm Heather. Twenty two years old, newly qualified nurse, struggling with the same shit as everybody else.
Could cry buckets after that shift at work. Jesus.
when people don't sit next to me on the bus: offended and relieved
when someone sits next to me: irritated yet flattered
Charles Bukowski, Feet to the Fire (via larmoyante)
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via larmoyante)
I am a pretty patient person but if there is one thing I will lose my shit over almost instantly it’s my computer/internet being slow my tolerance level is exactly 0 for that shit man I did my time in the 90’s/2000’s I don’t need any of this garbage