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[stillhere-erehllits]

This a a reminder to not fall victim to the sunk-cost fallacy. Just because you invested time and energy into something, does not mean you should indefinitely waste more time and energy on it, if you decide it’s not what you want anymore. This goes for anything, from books, to relationships, to jobs, to hobbies, etc.

If it’s not serving you anymore, move on.

[inevitablesblog]

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

[angelcake10023]

“You’re better off without me….” 💔

Oh god it got sad- oh no- gaaahandmmd- the separation scene for the Curious MK Au

Bonus

After he’s gone

Regret

[metamorphesque]

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

W. S. Merwin, Separation

[philosophybits]

Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[katerinaaqu]

Isn't it freaking adorable how both Odysseus and Penelope could remember down to exact detail what clothing she had packed for Odysseus before he left for war even 20 years later?!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And she packed them herself. She didn't use the help of any servant or slave to do it. She wanted to prepare her husband herself. What is even more is that all the clothes were of vibrant colors which had me thinking;

What if Penelope deliberately prepared vibrant colored clothes for Odysseus solely so that she could see him from afar for as long as possible?! And man I can so imagine her doing the same! Like standing on the top of the hill where the palace is, wearing a vibrant dress that floats in the wind, holding baby Telemachus in her arms and watch Odysseus's bright tunic on the ship and Odysseus turning his head to look up at that aetherial figure on the hill almost leaning over the ship to see her JUST FOR A LITTLE LONGER until he cannot see her anymore and this is where he keeps looking at his island becoming smaller and smaller to the horizon, shedding tears of goodbye

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Man ninjas are cutting onions around me again!!!

[nobeerreviews]

Ocean separates lands, not souls.

-- Munia Khan

(Gibraltar)

[dr4gme]

[artisiumstudios]

Au where filbrick gave Stanley up … ANGST PEOPLE ANGST

Edit: clarification AS A BABY

Edit 2: I made a comic I’ll upload the rest tomorrow.

Is this an au? Idk and honestly mine now it’s mine. I need a name. Hmmmm… separation au? Stanford- Stan= djisidb something idk I’ll think about it later

(Also did this during class ignore the shitty quality)

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[fashionlandscapeblog]

Edvard Munch

Separation II, 1896

[thirdity]

Literate man, civilized man, tends to restrict and to separate functions, whereas tribal man has freely extended the form of his body to include the universe.

Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media

[macrolit]

You put together two people who have not been put together before. Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible. - Julian Barnes, Levels of Life (written after his wife died)

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Ah! my darling, it's not me who kills the time which separates me from you, it's the time that kills me. Your dear eyes, your serious look, your beautiful smile... I persist after you. Let life flow again, at least. And may this reunion be quick, and exhilarating. I love you. I wait for you impatiently. And I kiss you, my tender one, softly.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 27, 1950 [#217]  

[philosophybits]

The passionate man seeks possession; he seeks to attain being. The failure and the hell which he creates for himself have been described often enough. He causes certain rare treasures to appear in the world, but he also depopulates it. Nothing exists outside of his stubborn project; therefore nothing can induce him to modify his choices. And having involved his whole life with an external object which can continually escape him, he tragically feels his dependence. Even if it does not definitely disappear, the object never gives itself. The passionate man makes himself a lack of being not that there might be being, but in order to be. And he remains at a distance; he is never fulfilled. [...] Though the passionate man inspires a certain admiration, he also inspires a kind of horror at the same time. One admires the pride of a subjectivity which chooses its end without bending itself to any foreign law and the precious brilliance of the object revealed by the force of this assertion. But one also considers the solitude in which this subjectivity encloses itself as injurious. Having withdrawn into an unusual region of the world, seeking not to communicate with other men, this freedom is realized only as a separation. [...] The passionate man is not only an inert facticity. He too is on the way to tyranny. He knows that his will emanates only from him, but he can nevertheless attempt to impose it upon others. He authorizes himself to do that by a partial nihilism. Only the object of his passion appears real and full to him. All the rest are insignificant. Why not betray, kill, grow violent? [...] Thus, maniacal passion represents a damnation for the one who chooses it, and for other men it is one of the forms of separation which disunites freedoms. It leads to struggle and oppression. A man who seeks being far from other men, seeks it against them at the same time that he loses himself.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity