#broken pieces

[avoicefromthestars]

Star Trek: Picard Broken Pieces

#trekedit #picardedit #seven of nine #elnor #star trek: picard #broken pieces

[sanelyinsanemiss]

A friend of mine once told me to be careful when trying to mend someone who is broken. They might cut you with their shattered pieces

#tumblr #quotes #love #feelings #lines #Broken people #Broken pieces #dark acamedia #light academia #writers on tumblr

[enigma-the-mysterious]

We only wanted low stakes holo hijinks for Picard Season 2!

How did it end up like this?

#picard #star trek picard #star trek #aramis in space #orginal post #not incorrect quotes #raffi #raffi musiker #michelle hurd #elnor #emil #emmet #ian #mr hospitality #lol #santiago cabrera #season 1 episode 8 #broken pieces

[serenityquest]

#recovery #broken pieces

[depressed-tweaker]

#love #girl #unrequited feelings #unreciprocated love #heartbreak #love quotes #unable to sleep #3 am thoughts #3 am feelings #hurt #broken pieces #heartache #lost love #lonely #break up #i miss you #missing you

[soulinkpoetry]

“I make mosaics out of my broken pieces. Don’t call me an artist, just a survivor.”

@soulinkpoetry

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#that’s what an artist does #making art #mosaic #broken pieces #soulinkpoetry #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr #poets corner #writers and poets

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 2: Broken Pieces

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: Henry struggles to adjust to life following his dischargement. 

Word Count: 1,442

Notes: Warnings for depictions of PTSD and references to past child death and a past suicide attempt. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson.    

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He shot awake with a barely contained scream, legs tangling in the sweat-soaked bed sheets, body thrashing from side to side. There was a thunderstorm inside his mind; twisting winds and screaming and cold water and the roar of fighter engines descending from the sky and the rumble of bombs and above it all the little cry of a poor young boy as Henry’s hands shoved him to his death–

Shooting up out of the bed, Henry all but hurled himself into the tiny ensuite bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he was vomiting violently, entire body heaving and shaking with it, hands clutching the toilet rim, choking and gagging.

When it was over he slumped back against the opposite wall, pushing weakly at the handle to flush the toilet. A quiet whimper rose from his throat, running a hand through his hair. It was getting long, the fringe falling almost completely into his eyes. But he could barely bring himself to venture outside to buy groceries, let alone go to the barber.

Maybe the next time his mother came to visit he could have her cut it for him.

Returning home had been far more painful than he’d expected. There was no relief, as he had hoped there would be. Instead there were the faces of people who had known him nearly his entire life, looking at him in a combination of surprise and fear. Probably wondering how the lively, if somewhat quirky boy they’d once known could have turned into this absolute shell of a human being, flinching and diving for cover at the smallest of sounds, jerking away from people’s touch, shrinking in on himself whenever someone spoke in a voice that was too loud.

Eventually, he just stopped going out unless he had to. It was better than having to see the disappointment and shock in their eyes. To have to live with the crushing expectations that he would eventually return to his old self; the Henry that they all knew before the war took him away and ripped him to pieces. 

But that Henry was dead. He’d drowned out there in the channel, pulled far below the ink black waves.

He’d thought about getting away; going somewhere where no one knew who he was. Start fresh. But he had no idea where he would go. And he knew that wherever he went, he was not going to be able to escape the roar of war that lived in his head. 

Wiping his mouth, he braced his hand against the wall to help heave himself up, legs still unsteady as he staggered to the sink, rinsing his mouth out and scooping some cool water onto the back of his neck, splashing it onto his face. He kept his eyes averted from his reflection in the mirror; not needing to see the gaunt, pale, hopeless face that he knew would greet him.

It was still dark out, but he knew better than to try to go back to sleep, instead heading to the kitchen. Reaching into one of the dozens upon dozens of pots with happy, green plants sprouting from them, he tested the feeling of the soil, frowning at the dryness and stooping to dig out the watering can he kept under the kitchen sink, filling it and carefully pouring a stream into the pot. Nodding to himself, he stroked one of the big green leaves tenderly.

Much as he tried not to, his eyes drifted away to the piece of paper still pinned to the bulletin board he had hung up on the kitchen wall. It was overflowing with receipts and little notes, but there was one piece of paper he had up there that always seemed to burn in his mind whenever he even thought of it.

Pulling it free from the pin holding it in place, he leaned against the counter with a sigh, fingers pinching at the worn out edges of the paper, just staring at the address scrawled in looping, faded letters.

He’d tried to throw it away far more times than he could count. But every time he couldn’t bring himself to. Don’t ask him why; he certainly didn’t have any idea.

Weymouth could be a place to start over. Begin again.

A mental image of George, looking down at him curiously, and then the memory of the sound his body had made when he fell–no, when Henry pushed him–exploded into his mind and made him nearly throw up again, the guilt building up in his throat painfully, hands trembling. Bottom lip quivering, he buried his head into one of his hands, shoulders shaking as he started to sob.

He was a murderer. A fucking murderer, he’d killed that child. He’d just been a sweet young boy, and Henry killed him.

There were people in Weymouth who knew George. There had to be. Family, friends. How could Henry go back to that place at all, let alone with the expectation of being accepted or welcomed in any way after what he had done?

And Daisy, sweet and bright with her beautiful hazel eyes and dimpled smile, deserved far better than the jagged, broken pieces of a man that he could offer her. 

Shortly after coming home, he’d taken a sharp pair of pruning shears to his wrists. But his mother had found him before it could all be over. He could still remember the look of barely hidden shame in her eyes as she looked down at him in the hospital bed. Just the memory alone was enough to make him want to curl in on himself in shame. Should have used a revolver, like the Duncan’s boy down the street had.

And yet he still could not bring himself to throw away the paper she’d given him with the address to the library that she worked at. Even though it had been too long. If he showed up now, she might have already moved on. Or rightfully be angry with him for taking so damn long. No, no. It would be better for her if he just left her alone. Let her find someone else who could give her a life that didn’t involve having to wake up every night to terrified screaming, or needing to leave public places because they were too loud. 

He crumpled the paper up into his palm, squeezing it tight, willing himself to be strong. To not be selfish. She deserves better than me.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or that the fleeting moments that they’d spent on that little boat had been some of the few flashes of peace and calm he’d felt since Dunkirk.   

She deserves better than me.

He was a mess. A failure of a soldier and now just as a person. His mind was blown to utter pieces out there on that battlefield. It was doubtful that he would ever be able to put it back together again.

But he would not burden her with that task. He would not put it on her to fix him.

He was pretty sure that he was unfixable, anyway.

She deserves better than me.

He told it to himself one last time, and let the paper fall into the trash can.

Heaving out a breath, he nodded to himself, once, and moved back to the sink to refill the watering can. But his heart was sinking, the disappointment and loss swirling in his chest. He imagined how she would be, with every passing day. Looking up hopefully each time the library doors opened, shoulders slumping in disappointment. The way that she would wander about the stacks of books, wondering what she’d done wrong to push him away.

Nothing, you did nothing wrong. It was me, all me.

Please just forget about me.

But, god, that hopeful look in her eyes when she’s held the paper out to him…

Slamming the watering can down and cursing in a way that would have made his mother cuff him around the head, he went back to the trash can and pulled from it the crumpled, worn paper, unfolding it to look at the faded words.

It wasn’t like it mattered if he threw it away or not. He’d spent so much time just staring at it that he knew the address like the back of his hand.

Sighing in heavy defeat, he pined the paper back up to the bulletin board. His mind screamed and thrashed with guilt and shame. But at the same time, a warm, quiet hopefulness bloomed in his chest, fingers tracing lightly over Daisy’s looped handwriting.

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#shivering soldier #shivering soldier x oc #henry wilson x oc #henry wilson #not an update #daisy preston x henry wilson #daisy preston x shivering soldier #daisy preston #my ocs #my fanfiction #broken pieces

[wordsmatter09]

We are constructed from the mistakes, pain, and heartaches we’ve encountered; some crumble in mental anguish, others adapt, and a few rebuild the broken pieces and are the strongest among us.

#rj intindola quotes #quotes by rj intindola #gandolfo quotes #quotes #broken pieces

[poetrybyonur]

Your broken pieces fit perfectly inside the empty spaces of my heart. I'll keep them safe for you there...

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #my heart is yours #cherish #broken pieces #feeling safe #safe place #infj gentleman #infj poet #empath’s love #beautiful soul

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

Silent Reading Everyone has a chapter of their life they'd rather not read out loud, times and testimonies they share humbly with an appropriate few, and a wisdom that only stems from a fool's experience. As tempted as we are to let those pages define or derail us, we have to remember that our story does not end there. If we repented, learned, and grew from that chapter - that's where many of our spiritual journeys began. Not a single page was a surprise to God. He used our broken pieces to not only get our attention but also to create something even more beautiful. Turn the page, keep going, and find peace in knowing that it's your plot twist that aligned you with purpose. your story is far from over, and there is no better time to revise it than now.

Morgan Richard Olivier - Blooming Bare

#morgan richard olivier #blooming bare #silent reading #chapter #life #testimonies #share humbly #appropriate #wisdom #fool's experience #define #derail #story #repented #learned #grew #spiritual journeys #surprise #God #broken pieces #attention #create #beautiful #turn the page #keep going #peace #plot twist #purpose #revise

[neviagreatestart2003]

Sorrowful Wish w/Josieverse!Laala. (Day 2)

A 9 Days Before Adulthood by @miyukatheartist

#laala manaka #pripara #josieverse #sorrowful wish #broken pieces #sorrow #day 2 #art challenge #september art challenge #9 days before adulthood #digital art #art

[euesworld]

"They say everyone we meet will leave a little piece of themselves behind when they take a piece of our heart after they break it into a hundred pieces.. like evidence that a thief was there with no regrets and no care as they stole my heart and swept away like a roaring breeze in the night. The sad thing to me is, I wonder how many pieces I have left to take until my heart is completely gone like it was never there at all.. and all I will have in my chest is this Frankenstein knit of everyone I have ever been with. I can only hope that I kept the best parts of the thieves that stole my soul and born this beast that you see in me.."

I was talking to this person and we were talking about relationships and this is what it made me think about - eUë

#deep thoughts #reflecting #ponderings #thoughts #in my head #stole my heart #steal my heart #thick as thieves #you little thief #thief #broken pieces #missing pieces #who am i #tame the beast #inner beast #life #life quotes #broken promises #heart broken #broken heart #quotes #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #poem #poet #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #love quotes

[darkestmad-er]

Trying not to waste away

Broken things

Have a way

Of making cracks

Fill them with gold

Broken piece

Make them art

🔥⚖️☄️

#broken pieces #spilled thoughts #m.a.d #🔥⚖️☄️

[maybe-your-left]

I need dr ren to spit into my mouth lovingly

How would the different Ren's spit in your mouth? A short story, by me. <3

Doctor Kylo Ren M.D. (HIPAA Violation AU): crawl to me, on all fours like a good girl. Ren leans back in his office chair, watching you with his chin in his hands. Intense as you fall, naked, in the middle of his office. This was the third time this week you'd visited, palms sticking to the polished linoleum floor underneath. Surely to bruise your tender knees as you angle your way between his beefy thighs. hands resting on your shivering lap, you look up from under your lashes. Ren smirks before cooing in a soft tone, open.

Kylo Ren (What Goes Up Must Come Down AU): Ren freezes from across the room, shirt unbuttoned as he stands there. Blinking at your smiling face, you hadn't said anything too strange. you just said that if he wanted to give you a taste before the rest of the evening, you'd be fine with whatever. you'd been craving him since putting Nyx down for her nap, the nanny was here and now was just the time for the two of you. dressing up for a nice dinner, followed by dancing, its what you truly needed to start over as a couple. just a taste? he echoes, you raise a cocky brow, nodding in agreement. readying yourself to drop to your knees. suck on his cock like it was no tomorrow-reservations be damned. Ren saunters over to you, a smirk growing on his face and he finishes with the top button. Zipping a tie around his neck, you quickly help him since his big fingers are a joke at it. his hand on your chin takes you aback, opening to protest. only to stop as he spits down your throat, giving a loving kiss before patting your cheek. there's a taste.

Kylo Ren (Happily Ever After AU): Like-right now? Kylo stares at you from across the kitchen island. You'd just been sitting eating cereal when a gif came across your blog. The idea thrilled you-and it had been so long since he'd done something truly depraved. You smile and nod, met by him shrugging and rounding the counter. Quickly grasping your face and wagging his brows, are you sure? I haven't brushed my teeth yet. just do it, you snap, open with tongue out like the video. the small string that slides down is met with his tongue. The two of your locking lips in a passionate moan, tasting like his boring bran flakes.

Kylo Ren (YOUNG LOVE AU): You want me to spit on your face? Oh-yeah. He brings his hands carefully to your cheeks, halting mid-thrust. You're eyelashes flutter shut as he purses his lips, hocking onto your steaming skin while you gasp. Fingers rub it in, bringing them to your waiting, open mouth. Hot on your tongue, Kylo moans as you take a big swallow. Opening your mouth to prove you took it all.

Ex-Con Kylo Ren (Broken Pieces AU): oh darling, you're shaking... could it be that you're afraid? Ren won't hurt you-why don't you come out from the closet. You've closed yourself in there for too long and Daddy's getting tired of waiting. Just a peek-there you are. Ren's hand clasps around your bruised jaw, digging into the torn skin that you'd been trying so hard to heal. Gasping as his lips come to hover over your own chapped pair. Good girl, he purrs, pressing a long kiss that leaves a string of spit in its way. You lick at the seams, tasting before he commands you to open. Yanking your mouth open with a force that makes you squeal in agony until finally. The heady taste falls on your tongue. Swallow.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Canon & Better off Dead AU coming SOON!): little one, Ren cooes as he caresses your face from the edge of the bath. filled to the brim with red roses and swirling mica powders to help keep your skin supple. The leather is smooth on his fingertips, from days spent in battle. So far away from you, you slump towards the edge, naked shoulders barely out of the warm water. just a tease for his dancing eyes, so expressive despite him being unable to form words of his devotion towards the very fiber of your being. i've missed you, his voice a whisper, but you lean into it anyway. you missed him dearly. worried for his safety on the battlefield. you wrap your hands around the edge of the tub, moving to lean out and kiss him with all your strength when a finger to your lips stops you. Ren shakes his head, popping the leather tip into your mouth. you moan, savoring the taste of it. only to be brought back by his playful words. open wide, angel.

College Kylo Ren (Triplet AU - Good Intentions): No. you slump in your seat. You'd slid him a note during personal finance, just to see if he'd bite. Kylo gives you the side eye, readjusting in his seat before pointing at the front of the class. The lecture still droning on while you thought about it over and over. it's not a weird request, just a little taste-he liked being in control. it was a control thing! You pressed on his shoulder again, earning a heavy sigh in annoyance. Kylo gave you a look, if I do it, will you stop it? You nodded eagerly, looking around. No one was paying attention to you, it would look like a quick kiss between a couple. Nothing weird...

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[paigeypaige19]

It's an old church and smells like a museum - in a good way, a survived-lots-of-shit-and-still-standing kind of way. Something about the stained-glass windows works for me too. If I were to get all deep on you, I could say the idea of all those broken pieces being made into something so damn pretty appeals to me. Good thing I'm not that profound.

Chevy Stevens, Still Missing

#Chevy Stevens #Still Missing #book quotes #lit quotes #life quotes #quotes #broken pieces #broken #art #surviving

[catmint1]

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

#quotes #ernest hemingway #a farewell to arms #broken pieces #kintsugi #text