Beauty in being Broken

Expression through a variety of media, some of my own poetry and allegorical short stories. Warning: May contain sensitive content and triggers, so proceed with caution.

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Original Work by Kuziwa Mutambanadzo ♥️

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Le monde est plus sombre à la lumière de la vérité:

The world is bleaker in the light of truth.

Source: My 15 year old sister

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“Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“Intimacy doesn’t necessarily have to do with the amount of flesh you reveal…but with the amount of trust you feel.”

— Bruce Adler

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The 12 Stages of Intimacy

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I hope you fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and I hope you feel at home when you look at them

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You deserve it

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You are my home

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“You have to get lost before you find yourself.”

— John Green, Paper Towns

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“Is it still considered a heartache when in fact, it’s your entire body and soul that feel broken?”

— Jaf Liethers

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Just stop

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“I have learned that feeling empty sometimes is okay. I’ve got to refill myself with something at some point. Art, love, solitude, random acts of kindness. I really don’t know, but that’s what makes being whole again so exciting.”

— Juansen Dizon, Emptiness

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I made a wish and I got you ✨

- Original

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“i am made of various antitheses. i’m an organised mess, i am the thunderstorm and the rainbow that follows. i embody two extremes in one being. i am all and nothing. i feel too much but i also feel terribly empty. i wanted to die but i’d still hope for things to get better someday.”

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what i am made of.

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“You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.”

— Colleen Hoover, November 9

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“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”

— Anne Lamott (via purplebuddhaquotes)