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[sehrishkhann]

When Ahmad Faraz said, “tu mujhse khafa hai toh zamaane ke liye aa”. If you are mad at me, come just for the sake of this world

When Jaun Elia said, “woh jo na aane wala hai us se mujhko matlab tha” The one who is not going to come, i cared about them

And when Wajid Shaik said, “ittefaaq se milne waley marzi se bichar jaate hain” The ones we find through destiny leave by their own will

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[slut4poets]

Missing you comes in waves. You are an ocean. You were made to expand yourself outside of Canada. I was just your anchor. You couldn’t go on with me.

[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

[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?!

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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

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Man ninjas are cutting onions around me again!!!

[nobeerreviews]

Ocean separates lands, not souls.

-- Munia Khan

(Gibraltar)

[metamorphesque]

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

W. S. Merwin, Separation

[dr4gme]

[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)

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Edvard Munch

Separation II, 1896

[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]  

[queerism1969]