This Is Zakia

No longer in existence.

[ts-parallels]

the 5 stages of grief

[myschittythoughts]

“Sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the wave washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”

— The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

[comfydarkme]

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it's okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

-- Callista Buchen, from Taking Care

[sad-little-b1tch]

[mynocturnality]

Cimitero delle Porte Sante, Florence, Italy.

[depresseddisneyprincess]

[livingfortherainydays]

[sadtastical]

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

[poetsbloom]

The demons in my head begged me to play once more.

[infected]

Templo Expiatorio del Santísimo Sacramento, Mexico by Rafael Cedano

[that-twink-over-there]

[yougotsomecats]

[lifesawonderfulgift]

[thebluestockingfirefly]

Wind's in the east, mist coming in,

Like somethin' is brewin', and 'bout to begin...

[markv5]

[sagebetweenthepages]

[thebluestockingfirefly]

The eyes have it.