#Broken Words

[inkheartpoems]

Why the feeling of emotions hit me like hot volcanic waves of ocean, makes me feel the pain to the core of it, but not even the shadow of you to give me the hope to pass this passage of wounds,drying with the past memories. sucks my power to stand on , but letting me lay on the bed of pain ?

[punkrockmixtapes]

Less Than Jake "Broken Words"

[thereisverylittleleftofme]

you held me hostage in your bed while

i held you hostage in my head

[j0them0971]

Adobe Photoshop Attempts To Invent New Words

So today I was messing around on Photoshop, and I typed in a phrase, "goggigogapidogimpleggigigesh", which is from an old Breaking Google Translate video by Random-Týpek on YT (go check out their channel its beautiful). Soooo I messed around with different prompts to give the Generative Fill AI in Photoshop, and here are the results.

Prompt: words

Prompt: replace with brogle

[0rgavsm]

I kinda just want to be alone,

alone and broken...

but at least that way I won't break others with me,

does that make sense?

[kainatsstuff]

January 12th:

Looking at the silver moonlight, I can't decide it's the peace i feel or the loneliness. We often mistook one for the other. I stand there under that glorious orb, trying to differentiate between the two.

[literarywizard]

So Long, But Hopefully Only "See You Later"

This is it. At least as far I've got planned. Who KNOWS what the future will bring... Well, until further notice, the future will bring my blog posts via manual sharing on Facebook, no more sharing on Tumblr, and, as always, forever at broken-words.com.

I don’t know how many of you will follow me to my new home (which is located at Broken-Words.com because I own that domain and went through an exhausting and stressful week and a half to get it transferred to and then set up at my new home), so I want to say goodbye. I know how difficult it can be to commit to following something when we don’t have ready access to information that it has updated…

[bad-at-living]

tattoos

I want a bunch of tattoos all over my body, I want to regret all of them and I want to be okay with that. I want to cover my flesh with memorials to everyone I’ve ever loved, hated, and everything in between. I want to run out of space on my body for tattoos and have to start getting ink injected into my blood. And when the time comes I want to open up my skull and get “the one’s” name inked into my brain. I don’t want to move on, I want you to move in. I want a bunch of tattoos that make it impossible to get a corporate nine to five as a final fuck you to capitalism. I want to “ruin” my body with art. I want people to gasp when I walk across the street. I want to speak in such a vulgar way that mothers cover their children’s ears. I want to be a porcupine to the privileged. I want random strangers names on my ribs to remind myself that every one is just as insignificant as I am. I want the people I used to know to not recognize me. 

I hope when I die your skin is packed so densely with ink that you run out of room and have to get my memorial piece inked into your brain 

I hope when I’m dead you don’t regret killing me

[allmothsdied]

Papá

Papá

Who's that woman with you?

Do you even remember your wife,

You know, that woman you fuck?

Living in the living room with your

Younger son

People know your name,

They know your face

For us it's just a name, just a pain

Just an absence, blank space

Papá

Where you've been?

Why we're never enough?

We're living under the lamp in the dark

While you're shining just somewhere else

Always padre to other people

No matter how much I try

I was the best for a while, do you remember

Your little girl? She was never little, never yours

Cause you we're never there

Papá

Who are your friends?

Remembering their birthdays

But you even don't know how old I am

Always forgetting the days I was born

Or having more important business

I was babysitting your baby

So you can fuck your wife

And she can have a break for a while from you

You know, it always sound like a rape

Papá

Always have to work, papá

Making money for us, papá

Having his religion, his mission, papá

Having fun with his friends, papá

Playing childish games, papá

Prefering them, him and her and her and her

Papá neglecting his family every ossible way

Papá lost his daughter

And somehow haven't even noticed

Papá

Only a meaningless word

His church something we laught to

So full of judgement we grow up to

Always trying to run away, run away from you

Story of one family

One story among thousands of them

I know, I've seen way too many broken people

They was kids ones, with father like you

And mother like the woman that doesn't wear

Your wedding ring, still calling herself your wife

Papá

Is a lamp, leaving us in the dark, papá

Is someone others follow, some judge and hate, papá

Is the man living in the next room, playing computer games, papá

Was someone showing you everything he likes, not carring who you actually are, papá

Is he who kicked you out after fight, in pajamas into deep night, papá

Is a stranger, always letting you down, for somebody else, papá

Losing his kids one by one by one, papá

Not knowing why, papá

After all doing everything right, righ? papá

Playing more games, papá

Being left out and why he asks

[button-brr]

had a dream where I held someone in my arms who didn't want to be there

He shifted under my arms away from my touch squirming away discontent.

I was gentle I did everything right but you moved away and wanted me gone and out of your life.

I have everything for you but you didn't want it.

I woke up quickly after.

[goar132]

Friends

I used to always give preference to my friends over my lovers ALWAYS

but I changed for a girl gave her my everything, my friends took a back seat

they used to ask me what has happened to you man

I used to reply man I have found my soul mate have to give time to her

but guess what when I needed help , someone to hold me and tell me everything will be alright who was there?

Naah not that girl

my friends they were there I will never be able to love anyone ever again ( romantically of course )

but I know now that no matter what happens I will never let my friendship with these 5 people take a backseat ever again

[hemlock-dreams]

You've kinda teased it with the first bartender-Petey art, but I wanna know more about White and Yellow. Is their relationship with Deadpool the same? How do they interrupt/talk/think about Petey? And spider-man!

Why bother healing when you can just develop a deeply unhealthy and extremely codependent relationship with your hot bartender bff and assign to them the burden of your wellbeing instead?

Peter makes the boxes go quiet. A double-edged sword.

And the boxes have a love/hate relationship with Peter. On one hand, they can use Peter to taunt Wade. On the other hand, Peter takes up Wade's attention so he's not hearing the boxes.

[worthless-misery]

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...

[cronchy-baguette]

i've caved yall... the way i am so normal about laezel and shadowheart (stay tuned....)

[heybiji]

[hajihiko]

Multilingual 🌍

Fuyuhiko: its beneficial to understand when rivals are talking in secret

Sonia: diplomacy is easier when you speak their language too

Hajime: duolingo library forced speedrun

Akane: worked in customer service

Kazuichi is just more of a Language of Numbera guy 😋