#8.5.19

[maldreathezora]

My doctor was very excited by my test results, that the cancer has completely left my lungs and is leaving my liver. He's not worried about my bones, and said I would write many more books after anc. 😀

Still doing chemo (Kadcyla) but I can walk again, the pain is getting better, and things are looking up!

[missinvisibleandco]

"Plastic Feathers"

(8.5.19)

[frogdrip]

Wellness wellness wellness! Future goals! Day dreaming!!!! I won’t stand in my own way and neither r u!!!!!!

[sieben-nach-elf]

ich bin so müde vom Weinen und von der Einsamkeit

[purenumbers]

8/5/19

8 - 5 = 1 * √9

Also:

8 - √(5 - 1) = (√9)!

[xandiland]

TW: gun violence

For some reason these shootings have really hit me. They all do, every time (it seems very weird to even say "all" and "every", because it's strange we've allowed this to happen more than once), but these two are keeping me up tonight, full of absolute terror and wondering where it might happen to me, or worse, someone I love. Nowhere seems safe. I want to wrap up everyone I love and lock us all safely away indoors, in a secure, remote building where no guns are allowed.

But I can't do that, because we have to be able to live our lives. Unfortunately, living our lives in America also means we could lose them to guns.

And I'm scared, more scared than I've ever been about guns before. More scared than when I had practice lockdown drills in school. More scared than when I've heard coworkers and friends share stories about gun murders that have happened around them. More scared than when a mass shooting happened just a few miles from my house, at a place I went often. More scared than when I saw a woman point a gun at a man in my sleepy suburban town and woke up to police cars surrounding their house.

Every time I go to a movie and see someone rustling around in a bag for snuck-in snacks, I'm afraid it's a gun they're reaching for. For as long as I can remember, I've scanned every room I've ever been in for exits and hiding places.

Once, my best friend and I were walking and we heard a loud popping coming from a truck speeding toward us. He wrapped himself around me instinctively. It turned out to be teenagers with illegal, off-season fireworks, but the first thought for both my friend and me was that it was a gun, because that's the country we live in.

And even with all that, I've never been as scared as I am now.

I don't know how to move forward. I don't know how to leave my house tomorrow, and go on public transportation and to work and to restaurants and stores and send my friends and family off to school and through their lives, knowing that any morning could be our last time leaving home.

I don't know how to wrap my head around the idea that maybe this is how it will always be. That our government and so many of our private citizens agree that having these guns available is more important than the lives being lost. That the unspeakable has happened -- parents and friends and siblings and children have died violently -- and nothing has changed, and maybe it never will.

I'm tired, and scared, and I can't sleep. I don't know how to live in this America.

[wallflowerin-bloom]

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[devonjwerkheiser]

devonwerkharder “ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE. I put that riddle post up a few weeks ago, and here’s what happened, you beautiful angels flooded my DMs with responses. Hundreds of them. I can’t answer you all individually. So if you answered with Instagram, Your DMs, or Your Messages, you got it right. Congratulations!!!!! Every other answer was wrong. Including “your eyes”. Which was my guess. Which was how I got it wrong and had to post the damned riddle in the first place. Cheers. 🥳🥳🥳 ••• @kellybalch with another gem photo. 💎”