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When Tomás and I went to Lavash on one of our first dates, I was pleasantly surprised to see that they had red snapper (my favorite fish) on the menu.

I tore that fish UP, flipped it over and ate the head too. I asked Tomás if he still loved me after he witnessed me demolish the fish to which he replied: “I love you even more”.

I miss him so much.

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Je n’aime pas faire de grands discours, mais il est nécessaire de mettre un point final à ces années d’études. Après plusieurs réorientations, beaucoup de doutes de nos familles, des craintes, la honte, j’ai continué.

Entre les jobs étudiants, les trajets interminables entre deux villes pour un emploi, la recherche d’appartement, réapprendre toute une nouvelle matière, moi sortant de la biologie et de la médecine, j’ai continué.

Après avoir repris mon association, mes entreprises, lancé plusieurs projets en aboutissement, j’ai continué.

Voilà ce qu’il faut faire : continuer, malgré le mépris, les opportunistes, le racisme, l’exclusion, la méchanceté pure et dure des gens, j’ai continué, persuadée que Dieu avait un plan. Et c’était le cas.

Malgré tout, nous y sommes arrivés, bachelor en main et d’immenses opportunités devant nous, et là encore, ce n’est que le début.

Je suis fière de ce que j’ai accompli en gardant mes proches près de mon cœur, les ennemis loin de mes réussites et ceux qui nous ont quittés dans mes pensées, faisant honneur à leur mémoire.

Je suis fière de cette année qui n’est pas encore terminée. Malgré tout, il faut bien profiter de la vie. Cette bénédiction. Ce cadeau.🎓👩🏾‍🎓🎗️

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trees silhouette the evening sky
like echoes of my past lives
i get sentimental while the future calls
and my shadow looms larger

- ejdj17 aka hustler of the year aka perfect cell aka mister mister junior aka mr i told u so aka the best kept secret aka sonny aka most loved / most hated aka yung coltrane wilder aka roadrunner, get it off the muscle aka señor do it again aka the right hand aka the heart part 27 🥸

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Today is one of them days. But I’m so glad I have memories like this to hold on to. I love hearing your voice @tomaswrites_

I don’t just miss my boo. I also miss the 16-year-old boy I used to slam and workshop poems with, and laugh until nothing else mattered 🥹

The last time I ever performed was here, with Tomás.

Columbus City School District Poetry Slam. 2018.

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The first poem you shared with me…the first poem I shared with you…the last poem you wrote for me…the last poem I wrote for you (to read because it’s not done and I really wanted your opinion. @tomaswrites_ I love your mind)

I am missing you like nothing else. I find myself reading more and wanting to share a recommendation, something to add that big ass stack of books I know you had. I find myself writing more, wanting your input. I find myself giggling to myself as I walk through Harlem, remembering your towering shadow and the times you’d slow down for me because I’m always wearing heels and it’d make every walk 15 minutes longer. I hear the echoes of strange men on the street hurling basketball surnames at you as I rejected your many attempts to just carry me to the next barLMFAOAOAO. I often think about the boisterous laughter between us and fake arguments about being real ass niggas. Our mutual plans for world domination if these niggas would stop playing!!! There was rarely a serious moment when we were together which is why the picture of us in this slide is so jarring, because it had to be one of those moments where you would take a long pause to digest some nonsense I conjured up for you to ponder about or times when you would just look at me for a really long time before laughing usually about my excessive usage of “overly” or “the white diaspora”. I miss those moments. I miss our friendship everyday.

Today, im thinking about how you would’ve expanded ‘Nubile’, like you told me you wanted to the last time we spoke. I would never try to compete with your pen, so I gave you your flowers instead💐

Loving you always Tomas❤️❤️❤️

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Posting this so when I make it to heaven with @tomaswrites_ I don’t have to hear him say "So I wasn’t even worth a IG carousel?" and so I don’t have to respond "You lucky they ain’t put the angel wings on you on the funeral program"

Cause that is very much how our conversations went. He would fake play serious with me, and then I would try to do it back, but i’m so goofy we would both burst out laughing. He would give me a hug, and then we’d launch into conversations bigger than life.

Personally, I feel like if that was gonna end on June 16, he could have given me a heads up first. We’ll talk about that too when I get up there.

Tomàs and I are were apart of this group of first generation misfits at UChicago. I actually had a hard time finding photos of he and I where we weren’t committing total debauchery. Gotta keep my boys internet footprint clean post mortem. Amongst all of my early young adult angst, and hyper activity, he was always a grounding, gentle force. Let’s sit down, let’s slow down, let’s catch up. Let’s do simple things together: go grocery shopping, find a boost mobile because he broke his phone, exchange stories about being from Haiti and Brazil. I needed that. I needed someone to remind me to not take myself to seriously. And after we graduated, I needed someone who knew of my very ferocious journey to adulthood, and say « Im proud of you ».

Time and distance brought us to different places. Tomàs became a bi coastal elite as he called it, and I graduated from Chicago transplant to local. But I do have to say, I wish we’d spent more time in Columbus. I grabbed some food before the memorial service. After all the arguments we had about the which city had the best food, he might of been right about them tacos.

I spent ten hours on the road to Ohio trying to figure out how fast I could process Tomàs dying, so I could function enough to go to work, be a good friend, feed my cat, be a normal functioning human. He would have wanted me to laugh a little. Say something so I wouldn’t take myself so serious. And remind me that there is no rush. Sit down, slow down, and everything else will catch up. Long live Tomàs Miriti Pacheco ☀️

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jan 23 2026.
happy birthday baby.

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As some of you may know, we lost a beloved community member last week. Tomás Miriti Pacheco was simply a profound presence, as in he was profoundly present. He met each of us where we were at, with emotional openness, intellectual clarity, unexpected humor, and unfailing kindness. He challenged us all with the same benevolence and held us to the highest standard without ever making us doubt we could reach it. This loss has struck us deeply, and we miss him desperately.

We know he affected every community and person he touched, from his hometown of Columbus to our own NYC, and no social media caption could possibly pay adequate tribute to his uniquely beautiful spirit. In acknowledgement of this we are opening our doors this Saturday to anyone who would like to join us in honoring his memory.

We will build a small altar for him together and share words of remembrance, before a dedicated block of radio time where we’ll listen to and read his work as well as some of his favorite music and more memories. If you have any photos, recordings, or writings of Tomás to share, our email is listed in the second slide.

With so much love for Tomás,
8 Ball Community

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Tomás Miriti Pacheco. I am truly heartbroken.

Words will never be able to express how I feel right now, and I’m not even going to try to find them. I’ll wait for the time when the right words come.

I’ll just say this: To love you, and to be loved by you, is one of the greatest honors and privileges of my life.

Over the past 11 years, our relationship shifted and transformed soooooooo many times over. There were moments when we spoke every day and moments when we didn’t speak at all. There were times I was so upset with you that I couldn’t imagine finding my way back. And yet, somehow, we always did. Whether by happenstance or because you made the effort to make things right, we always seemed to find each other again.

I keep thinking about the poem you wrote for me last week, the countless hours we spent on the phone, the memories that now feel both impossibly distant and vividly close.

What I know for certain is that I always cared. Through every version of our relationship, through every season, I always really cared.

Thank you for every conversation, every laugh, every act of kindness, every apology, every attempt, every memory. Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for everything, beloved.

I love you forever.

Come see me sometime.

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I remember in January, Tomás and I were walking to the subway on our way to a date. A stranger nearby was arguing with someone… very loudly and said, “You niggas can’t ever take constructive criticism. That’s the problem with you niggas, you take everything as a dig.”

Without missing a beat, I nodded and quietly whispered, “Mm-hmm, I agree.” Tomas immediately looked over and said, “Baby, you’re gonna get in trouble agreeing with random niggas on the subway.” He knew me so well. Even now, I can hear his voice when I think about it.

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The spirit called me to write today. So I did. Thank you, beloved.

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