Stay Gold.

I'm Brandi. Nineteen-year-old firefighter, EMT student in the backwoods of New Hampshire. Writer, opportunist, realist, relief comic, aspiring hedgehog herder. I intend on conquering this life single-handedly.

Player Two has joined the game. ☢



I park by this every day and every day I walk past it and hope that I make enough here some time to park in this lot with a car that’s as nice as the ones I see all the time.

I park by this every day and every day I walk past it and hope that I make enough here some time to park in this lot with a car that’s as nice as the ones I see all the time.

Reblogged from jeniferher-nandez


that boy you just called gay? well he is gay. he’s your boyfriend. both of you are gay. how do you keep forgetting this, jeffery

Pager woke me up out of a deadass sleep and I was so excited until I looked around and remembered that I was at work.

Alright, my refusing to sleep at a normal time is catching up with me.

Nap during my lunch break instead of, well, lunch? Yup.

That was actually a really nice change.

I love that I have extremely vivid dreams, especially when they’re really good ones. Instantly put me in a good mood, even with four-ish hours of sleep.

"She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her."

Reblogged from save-the-ones-you-can

Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via bl-ossomed)


"I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline."

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e.b. (via spacky)

The amount of exes I could say this to and laugh 😂 especially since I have such a wonderful man now. We won’t be getting married anytime soon, but he’s definitely the one

(via ffighterlinds)

(Source: angelicpanic)

"Engine __, Ambulance __ ALS for Chest Pain. Patient states he is in cardiac arrest"

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Call of the day (via service-with-humility)

EMS, the kind, the broken

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately on why I got into EMS. Why did I choose to slow down school, take an EMT class, then go get hired for an ambulance service. Now mind you, I left my head lifeguard job of two years that payed only 50 cents less. Why would anyone choose to go through what we as EMS…

Wow talking about Ma never fails to leave a bad taste in my mouth and utter panic in my heart.
I just need sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.


My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.

My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.

My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
And still,
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”

I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.

There are thousands of people,
fighting cancer,
and war,
and death,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.

And still,
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.


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For My Father, S.Skavdahl  (via dumbwhitegirl)

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my grandfather always had candy in his pockets, and one time when I got really sick and I was hospitalized my dad told him not to give me any candy. He pulled out his pockets to show he hadn’t even brought any and I got really sad but as soon as my dad walked out of the room he then proceeded to take off his hat and had 2 chewy chocolate candy toffees and 2 orange fanta toffees, and I’ll never forget the happiness and surprise I felt in that one moment in my entire life.

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date someone who makes you feel like Everytime We Touch by Cascada on the inside 

"I fall for girls thoughts
So if you stay up with me and tell me what you love
and why you love it
I’ll fall asleep to your emotions
And dream of your reality.
Maybe this is why I fall so often
Because I love seeing the world through different eyes."

Reblogged from time-not-well-wasted

ballad-to-blasphemy (via ballad-to-blasphemy)

I goddamn hate it when i’m texting in bed and my hands decide to quit on life so I drop my phone in my face and give myself a fat lip.
How cute.