Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #4 // “Maybe I already do”

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Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #4 // “Maybe I already do”
over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”
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“I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
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“I love you with a love that reaches you on the other shore. That dark, unknown shore where, in order to follow you, my love stumbles forth blindly, bleeding, but always holding you tight.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XCI,” trans. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems (First Archipelago, 2016)
“There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.”
— Elizabeth Berg (via bnmxfld)
Currently going through a weird transition in my life where, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, who I am, what I want, or where my life’s taking me, but somehow I’m super calm, and surprisingly more present than I’ve ever been.
I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?
i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.
“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
i don’t know who needs to hear this but just because someone doesn’t see value in your work doesn’t mean your work lacks value