Lucy

Wait do you have a shop

You make me smile, you’re an artist, you are funny as hell

First week of the semester— I hear it went well, but I’ve been home with some sort of bronchitis/flu/pneumonia cough from hell

Adorable. Gross. We stan. 💖

Raise your hand if you’ve been personally victimized by statistics class. 🙋🏻‍♀️

🫣 how you know this

We worked on independent Lego projects last night- “The Office” for me, and characters from “Up” for him. It wasn’t until today that we realized that we each put together our own Kevins. May I present, The Kevins. Not to scale.

I need more StoryGraph friends! If you are a reader and you obsessively track your books, let’s connect!! Btw I am not a harsh critic at all— you will not find any book snobbery here! app.thestorygraph.com/profile/stan...

GET. IT.

If you’re reading this, and you’re standing where I was… Breathe. Don’t google ANYTHING. Cry. Scream. Throw things. Let people help you. Rest. Be selfish. Laugh when you can. Hug your loved ones. Say yes to crazy opportunities. Facing your own mortality is scary as shit. Live however you want.

A year later, I’m still here, stable. But the trauma from that day and from the treatments that got me to this day linger on. I’m exhausted. And yet, I cannot give up. I have made it one year. I hope I have many, many more to go.

My most recent scan had shown that not only was my cancer aggressive, it had already spread to my lungs and my liver. I had gone from finding what seemed to be a small lump, to being diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in a matter of weeks. I felt the earth shift under me. I was in a free fall.

A year ago today I had just started to adjust to the news that I had breast cancer. I went in to my follow-up appointment with the general surgeon feeling optimistic and ready to fight. It was a new diagnosis, but I was strong. And I had been through so much. Then, my world shattered 🧵

Doors: Paradox on my pc, and the new Codenames app on my phone

I’m gonna be honest, the only reason I kept my bird acct for so long is because mother monster herself, Lady Gaga, follows me there. And I didn’t want to give that fun fact up just yet 🥺

“My team is losing, battered and bruising
I see the high fives between the bad guys
Leave with my head hung, you are the only one
Who seems to care
American stories burning before me
I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed
Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?
Darling, I'm scared”

a man with a mustache is looking out of a car window . ALT: a man with a mustache is looking out of a car window .

Saaame

Speaking into the void… I think. Hello? Where are my fellow progressive, Swiftie, eldest daughter, former gifted student, ADHDer, chronically ill, musical theater obsessed, perfectionist, faerie book-reading people at?

💯

You don’t know me! 🫣

Lee EFFING Pace! *wolf whistle*