tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post5553906690541243832..comments2023-10-29T10:22:23.026-04:00Comments on blood milk blog: To Live Onbloodmilk.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567670584492365063noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post-38217015827595889092016-03-04T03:44:57.577-05:002016-03-04T03:44:57.577-05:00Though an older post, it was one I needed to read ...Though an older post, it was one I needed to read today.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844090875793783909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post-27055518657414028852015-09-09T14:51:13.731-04:002015-09-09T14:51:13.731-04:00Until today I have been a silent reader. I sit in ...Until today I have been a silent reader. I sit in my small room at my rickety desk and blink in every word. You have a special relationship with words, a language uniquely your own. I am also an admirer of your jewels. I am rather poor now, but one day, one day I hope to own the "Ariel" spyglass necklace and "The prophet" owl claw necklace. They speak to me in describable ways—I apologize for being vague, but sometimes words fail me. Sometimes they are simply not enough.<br /><br />I am sorry for your loss. Five years ago I watched my grandfather die. Every day there was less and less of him to hold. He did not go willingly at first, but after some time he surrendered. Death is the one thing we can count on, yet it seem absurd, even cruel, that one can just cease to exist. Death is death, I suppose, but when it is sudden, the shock is what kills the survivors. That someone was taken without warning, without permission. Again, I am sorry.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing Ming Jeong Seo's work with us. I swear I can see those roses trembling, see them fighting to live. To me, that's what makes them beautiful—their willingness to survive. And that's what makes you beautiful, too. To have lost someone so dear, and be left behind to mourn, is unspeakably painful. But look at what you've done with your pain, the wonderful work you've created and continue to make. You inspire me. I wish you all the best.<br /><br />BiancaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post-71603329912170339452015-09-08T19:28:07.989-04:002015-09-08T19:28:07.989-04:00I have been reading your blog and admiring your ar...I have been reading your blog and admiring your art (I am somewhat impoverished now, but someday I will unwrap the Ariel spyglass necklace and The Prophet) from afar. I turn on my computer and say, "I wonder what she has for us today." <br /><br />I am sorry for your loss. <br /><br />Death is natural, perhaps the one thing any of us can count on, yet it seems absurd, doesn't it? That someone can cease to live? <br /><br />Five years ago I watched my grandfather die, every day there was less of him to hold. A deterioration. <br /><br />Death is death, I suppose, but the shock of a sudden death is what kills the survivor—or so I imagine. One can never prepare, and yet....<br /><br />Again, I am sorry. Thank you for sharing the work of Ming Jeong Seo. I swear I can see those roses trembling...a trick of the light? <br /><br />And thank you for being such an inspiration. I know you never set out to become one, but you are, you truly are.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post-71411557742344465772015-09-04T17:25:52.752-04:002015-09-04T17:25:52.752-04:00Thank you Ginngi. <3Thank you Ginngi. <3bloodmilk.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17567670584492365063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879943265889828379.post-23810480679259058082015-09-04T09:28:03.405-04:002015-09-04T09:28:03.405-04:00I love your writing so much. I don't remember ...I love your writing so much. I don't remember how I stumbled onto your blog but it was years ago and I have been frequenting your world ever since but have not commented until now. <br /><br />September used to bring about really intense feelings of anxiety and sadness for me. I hated going back to school due to my very low self esteem. I too am drawn to "dark things", have been since I was little but have been enjoying a lot of light as well :) it's good. Anyway I love your work and blog and hope the black hole slowly dissipates and that your grief softens soon. <br /><br />-Ginngi <br />Blog| www.thecinemadoll.comGinngi Dollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07359742151568998676noreply@blogger.com