#BrokenButBeautiful

[originalmoonkid]

I often ask myself, how did my heart get broken? Was it a word unspoken, a promise unkept, or a love that faded too soon? I replay moments in my mind, searching for the crack that let the pain in. But maybe, it wasn’t one thing—it was a slow unraveling I didn’t see coming.

[senlair]

Heart shaped concrete

If words had power, buildings that never fall would have been built...

My words and thoughts have left no impact at all, but they have deeply wounded me.

If love had an impact, everything I never desired would have disappeared.

If I flew away today and traveled to all corners of the world,would any wind blow to remind the earth that I once stood on it?Do I own it?

Would the movement of the clouds toward your window, blocking your view, affect how your day goes?

All the buildings in my country are old and worn out; I've lived in them for twenty-two years.

Yet every word I spoke held a lofty meaning.

A weak earthquake can kill me and bring down the building.

What your love did to me is sinful and unjust.

I cannot hate you, love you, or forget you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I don't know why my winds blew in your direction.

You are an old, worn-out building, not even from my city,but you brightened my eyes that were not yet withered, though they are now.

I love the smell of jasmine in the early morning.

I love the smell of coffee and wet earth; I love every beautiful scent,but I hate the beautiful smells that remind me of you.

I hate your scent a lot, your scent is like the stench of the sea,like the smell of freshly baked bread,and the scent of reckless teenagers, as if you were all of this...When I first fell for you,Are you today a man I can rely on?Are you the same person I loved ?I don't really know because it's been six months since I last spoke to you...

I know you change a lot as the weather around you changes.

You heat up with the heat and cool down with the cold,but sometimes you are all the seasons at once...Your scent is the scent of my old perfume, and your looks are filled with disappointment.

I miss you most of the time,miss the you who made an effort to speak my language...

Then everything ended.

Now I only hear your loud voice as i write on my wet papers...and I get chills every time, feel discomfort,then feel love a few seconds later...

What did I do to love someone so far from me, yet so close to my heart like the soul and heartbeat...

Even when I stand before you and feel your anxiety,you are always above me and always avoid me.

You make me feel terrible for loving you,and also pour your anger on me for loving me...As if I'm the only one to blame that this happened

.But the truth is, no one is to blame; if you want to blame someone,blame the hearts.Or blame the Lord of hearts.

I left your matter to the Lord of your heart...If the Lord of hearts wants me to love you, I accept that; hate yourself for it or love it.

I love myself, whether I love you or not.

This is my fate in life,my soul has been roasted as it loves you,and I think I'm just a toy to you.

I want to see you all the time in front of me, I feel a strange euphoria when you are around me.

I love to see you do what you do even when I'm far from you and not involved in it.

My illness might be completely healed by your calmness.

I love to see you write,I love to see you speak or talk passionately...

If your worn-out building fell and the stench of the sea disappeared,if the teenagers ate all the freshly baked bread,I think I wouldn't stop loving seeing you around me.

I remember when you told me your life is empty without me; my life isn't mine without you.

My share of peace in this life is you...Your smile is my sunshine on a Friday morning.

The sparkle in your eyes is the anxiety that has become my only proof of existence.

The shine of your hair is my loud laughter, and your arrogant personality are the pillars of the buildings I built.

[mindmotives01]

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[aquanomad28]

May 11, 2024, Saturday

BROKEN SOUVENIRS, BROKEN HEARTS

I bought these two stone souvenirs from Boracay, carved into art with the name 'Boracay' on them. I took a picture with them before putting them on display in the cabinet.

Earlier this afternoon, accidentally knocked this over and it broke into pieces. 🥺🥺🥺I tried to fix it with glue, and while I managed to put it back together, the crack is still visible.

This made me feel a bit sad because I tend to get sentimental about things, no matter how much they cost. ☹️

Then it suddenly dawned on me: just like this broken stone, a broken relationship is never quite the same, even if you manage to fix it. The crack will always be there. 😕😕😕

[livinglifewithpots]

Yesterday, I didn't want to post because I wanted to take time for myself. You see four years ago yesterday, was the accident that changed my life forever. Thinking about that day brings me alot of pain sometimes because I didn't deserve what happened. I didn't deserve a box being dropped on the back of my head. I'm human I've had my faults but no one deserves the pain of having their life change in an instant. The past four years have not been easy. I've had to work at it hard everyday. Just to get where I am at today. I still have some trauma left from the accident and I'm not fully healed. But im told I never will be. This is as good as it'll get. And if you would've asked me four years ago If I'd be okay with that, I would've cried and yelled no; Even 3 years ago I would've. But in the end I've accepted it and I'm okay with where I'm at. It's manageable and I have even took up crocheting. After my accident I thought I'd never be able to do anything ever again. And here I am crocheting. I'm creating a life for myself, paving my own way, embracing my injury and accepting what happened and it's been the biggest blessing! While these anniversaries are hard for me, I'm proud of myself for how far I've come. Just gonna be patient with myself and love myself a little extra for a few days💕 And to my fellow brain injury peeps, never give up hope. Hope is the thing that's kept me going. Hope can move mountains💕 ❤️Kahlia #traumaticbraininjuryrecovery #traumaticbraininjurysurvivor #traumarecovery #traumaticbraininjury #4yearanniversary #brokenbutbeautiful #dysautonomiawarrior #dysautonomia #dysautonomiastrong #OI #potssyndrome #potsie #hope #hopecanmovemountains #crocheting #crochetedwithlove #crochetedblanket https://www.instagram.com/p/ClpMfNRO0Ik/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[anindozelle]

#WordCount#Update 7,231 words today (includes 1.5 chapters that came through #editing relatively unscathed, and 2.5 new ones) 

One of the new chapters was Natela’s intro. She’s got some stuff she’s working through… 

[bepowerfulbefearless]

Every scar, every tear, every piece of heartbreak is part of your story, not the end of it. You are a masterpiece in progress, painting with colors others are afraid to use. The world may see the broken pieces, but only you know the power it took to hold them together. Let those cracks be the places where your light shines brightest.

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[brokenfones]

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[originalmoonkid]

Each time I imagine you with someone else, I want to set the whole city ablaze. But in the end, it’s just me, igniting another cigarette.

[orchidcasket]

The next time you cry for them remember the way they kicked you out of their life. The next time you miss the warmth of their fingers remember their cold eyes while you were shivering with the pain that you felt exactly in the left side of your chest and you sat there holding your knees to your face in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together and not break into a thousand pieces. The next time you try to defend them while arguing with your poor little heart at 4 am in the morning , remember your "fairy tale" was a 100 line story. Your share of 50 lines was everything you knew about love - a blind trust ; imperfections but choosing them at the end of the day- everyday and love - in all its purity. Their share of 50 lines had 30 lines of secrets that you were forbidden to know ; 7 lines of lies that they cleared with you out of pity ; 12 lines that they didn't remember if they were lies and 1 line of bitter truth (You know exactly what it was, don't you?). The next time you chant the digits of their deleted numbers with blurry eyes , remind yourself how eager they were to get rid of you when months later you call them back, (not out of haunting memories crushing your ribcage but to return the one missed call that you were longing for months); they reminded you that you weren't worth 5 minutes of their leisure time, while you sat on the terrace feeling that big lump choking your throat.

So, the next time you say yourself that you weren't worth it, please remind yourself that they weren't worth it.

-S 🌸

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[davidwfloydart]

Broken, but not defeated, I will try again. #tryagain #tryagaintomorrow #brokenbutbeautiful #notdefeated #secondchances #secondlife #keeppushing #keepgoing (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVgWyfDhEj22AjL3l02-OUr5vrrC1sNQGr3WFE0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[krishnabalabinoy]

BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL

We look at the shining stars in the sky every night but we only wish upon the shooting star, breaking of the sky. Similarly some things become more valuable when broken for instance , hearts, relationships, and the broken hearts of people in those relationships .In Japan there is an art of ‘KINTSUGI’ where broken ceramics are put back together again. Their cracks are filled with gold cement. To remind you, remind me and all of us broken can be beautiful again. To remind us that memories may fade but don’t be afraid to remember. To remind us the importance of being and staying glued in this together ,to teach us that our past history is what actually help us reset .To remind us that even though the heart moves on does it really ever forget? I don’t know who fixes the broken pieces of hearts. But I do know why that man still uses that tattered blanket to warm himself up on cold nights, because in spite of getting tattered ,the blanket reminds him of who he used to be and allows him to meet his own conscience in KINTSUNGI when two broken pieces are put back together they are given time for the glue to harden and for the craftsmen to divide the pieces before putting them back together hardening and softening, with every breath they stay distant only to be together again .The fear of loving way too much or may be too little . The fear of knowing that their hopes and dreams are still way too brittle. But what good is a love that you aren’t afraid to loose? What good is a traveller who doesn’t have a home? If you are on this journey, relax and breathe in, ”if today you are broken don’t be afraid to shatter tomorrow .”Learn to shatter, because even Majnu entered the coffin with Laila. Learn to shatter because Shajahan was buried with Mumtaz . Look love doesn’t die even if lovers do .True lovers are not afraid of being broken again. Wrap yourself up in a tattered blanket of love, You have walked the straight path for too long don’t be afraid to take a turn. Hold each others hands for the journey and not for the destination ,let your lover choose his own path .You may live apart ,but at least you have the courage to do so .What will happen if you break again? You will rise up and say “I did it again”. Repeat and repeat over again with me that you are broken but beautiful .And beautiful is strong enough to be broken again.                                                        by - Krishnabala Binoy

[kurtbastian24]

Made some iphone backgrounds... I was in the mood for spn angst and sadness.

[laljanice]

#brokenbutbeautiful

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