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Don’t often wish for time to pass but can’t wait until 2023

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Cumulonimbus

He told me he did not understand

the language of wanting. Of

wanting more or

different or

better or

for respite or

contrition,

redemption -

He said

there is such a thing as taking life

as it comes; not unfeeling, unresponsive to

its whims but rather in taking its warm hand

sometimes, in your

uncertain hand the way

a child wandering through a crowd

unconsciously reaches for the larger digits or

the coat hems, slips a hand into the

pockets of the one who will pick them up,

hold them close.

It is, after all, a perception of caregiving,

of life, the illusion of control and love are

as real as the shape of the clouds

on a Summer’s day. A dog, an elephant,

suddenly you are laughing at the ridiculousness,

your face buried into his chest

you are both shaking with joy, and love.

Next year, you are on different continents

no longer speaking.

You can always want, he said, but there is no use

in it. You cannot touch the clouds by

wanting. You have to go into them.

Sue Zhao

#love #writing #spilled ink #prose #unrequited love #literature #quotes #sue zhao #feelings #lit #writers on tumblr

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Sue Zhao

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“What’s your greatest fear?” she asks.

“To be forgotten,” I tell her. “But not just that. To be forgotten by a person who I could never forget.“

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Sue Zhao

#poem

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Sue Zhao

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From my trip to the US earlier this year :)

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1. Renoir, The Daughters of Catulle Mendès

2. Renoir, A Road in Louveciennes

3. Van Gogh, Sunflowers

4. Dewing, Summer

5. Van Gogh, Roses

6. Van Gogh, Irises

7. Renoir, Still Life with Peaches

#art #Renoir #van gogh #impressionists

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hey sue, i always tune in to read your wonderful pieces of art, please never stop writing. now, i came to ask if you’ve ever been in a position where you know you’re always going to love someone, regardless of any relationship you might pursue? it’s like you’ve settled for accepting that it might not work out between you two so you venture to find love in other people knowing that you’re always going to love this person? making peace with your feelings for someone while fishing the love you deserve in others ? no just me ?

I think I’ve felt this way about every person I’ve ever loved, and a couple who I never quite got there with. And I think there’s some truth in the feeling, and some exaggeration, and a lot of humanity. I think that as people, as much as we like to look forward to the future or back at the past, most of the things we predict don’t come true and most of the things we lament are imprecise memories. We can’t but to live in the present moment, feeling joy or anguish or love as we do. And of course our present emotions will cast their light on how we perceive our futures to be, but we mustn’t let them colour our experiences so far that we shut ourselves off to new love.

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Confessional // Sue Zhao

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The concept of teaching people how to treat you is so wild to me - especially people who love you. I always believed that in love people would treat you right without having to be taught but I guess the nuances to what “right” means have to be communicated too

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Is it really selfish to choose yourself rather than the person you love? Like, is it bad that I chose to end my relationship because I loved myself more? Is it okay that I'm hurting too even if it was my decision? And even if I still loved them?

I'm so distraught

It’s okay to make decisions that are right for you. That’s okay. Staying in a love that you’ve realised is not working for you is not selflessness - it’s lying to both yourself and them.

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Forget being kind to yourself it’s difficult enough even to be reasonable with yourself ,,,,

#!!!!!! #could they be the same thing

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There is no such thing as love, you say, there is no such thing as love. And you say it like this because it’s easier than saying if there is a thing as love then why does it elude me? If love really exists then why does nobody love me?