Variations on a theme

After my divorce nearly everything was broken... My heart, my life... And in my move out of my home I'd shared with my husband, pretty much every tea cup I'd spent years collecting broke. To me, this picture represents my start over. And that out of broken things we can rebuild something beautiful.

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After my divorce nearly everything was broken... My heart, my life... And in my move out of my home I'd shared with my husband, pretty much every tea cup I'd spent years collecting broke. To me, this picture represents my start over. And that out of broken things we can rebuild something beautiful.

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But the important thing, is you're not broken

Bruised, certainly, but you're still here
 
Not every type of damage can be seen from the outside. Sometimes, the pain is hidden away. Shattered pieces held together by a thin veil of normalcy.

You don't notice it at first, when you meet someone who's broken. Maybe you poke the wrong button. Maybe you pull the wrong switch. The illusion shatters. Your friend is not who you thought they were. They're broken.

But that doesn't mean you throw them away. No. You've lived a life together. Memories. Laughter. And whatever they've become, the past won't change. And maybe you can show them some new adventures. Now that you know the state they're in. A bit crooked. A bit broken.

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Not every type of damage can be seen from the outside. Sometimes, the pain is hidden away. Shattered pieces held together by a thin veil of normalcy.

You don't notice it at first, when you meet someone who's broken. Maybe you poke the wrong button. Maybe you pull the wrong switch. The illusion shatters. Your friend is not who you thought they were. They're broken.

But that doesn't mean you throw them away. No. You've lived a life together. Memories. Laughter. And whatever they've become, the past won't change. And maybe you can show them some new adventures. Now that you know the state they're in. A bit crooked. A bit broken.

https://i.ibb.co/vJBV6vW/image.png

"This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good."​

 
Not every type of damage can be seen from the outside. Sometimes, the pain is hidden away. Shattered pieces held together by a thin veil of normalcy.

You don't notice it at first, when you meet someone who's broken. Maybe you poke the wrong button. Maybe you pull the wrong switch. The illusion shatters. Your friend is not who you thought they were. They're broken.

But that doesn't mean you throw them away. No. You've lived a life together. Memories. Laughter. And whatever they've become, the past won't change. And maybe you can show them some new adventures. Now that you know the state they're in. A bit crooked. A bit broken.

https://i.ibb.co/vJBV6vW/image.png
I'm crying now. Not because of your beautiful words, they were very moving and spoke to me on a personal level, but because I don't know where my original gameboy is. 😭
 
I'm broken

My tracks run from both ears down to the bottom of my ribs

I have so much scar tissue on my neck my head has a 45° field of movement when I try to turn it.

But these scars tell my story. And like a beautiful Japanese kintsugi pot, they tell the story of me still being alive...

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How come your throat scars make you look sexy and mine make me look like old trash? 🤣
 
Pre-staples (12). Ice is harder than my scalp. Fortunately, my skull is pretty tough.
Oh gosh! I'm sorry you had a nasty fall and I hope you're alright, but, please. Put pics of open wounds behind a link or a spoiler tag or something. 😱
 
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