five stages of grief
one day the seasons will split you raw
your world will spill out from underneath you
so forceful that you won’t even try to stable yourself
one big wave, tsunami
— lossyou will call, write, whisper into the soil
in hopes of it reaching them
blame the tides, the moon, your sign, sick oak trees
the pages will turn back
— denialthere will be flames, white-hot
and some days you will not know who you are
when you are not burning
keep the rage tender
— angerblow the dust off your bible
call on god for the first time in years
make empty promises in exchange to end the pain
you will be a better person this year, you swear
you will pray everyday, you swear to god
just bring them back
— bargainingno longer here but you have not left
too heavy with decay to move
when you finally get up it is not a funeral procession
but it feels like one
— depressionleave behind all the deaths you have died
do not dig up the dead
they were not the sun, you do not need them to survive
remember the season will come again, prepare
— acceptance
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no matter what, how rough around the edges or hard on me he is
my boyfriend always takes care of me, always
no one has ever shown me this much love, support, and patience by my side in a long time
i love him more than i could ever explain, more than most could ever comprehend
he has shaped me and matured me, strengthened me
forever grateful
no one has ever gone this extra mile to make sure i had a place to live, money, a job, a passion, made sure i was fed and safe and loved
no one
thank you, baby for everything
you have sacrificed so much for me
Message to the cast of Black Panther from Will Smith
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Do you understand? Do you really understand?"
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María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952
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Details from the vinyl record cover of Ferdinand de Saussure’s Cours de Linguistique Générale
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