#bro

When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes you love them more. ↗

— Heather Hepler

#love #love

My father gave me a ruined boy to compensate for the fact that he does not love me. The boy is fragile, broken—broke himself—broke everything. I asked him why he did it. He said because the world was unlivable. He said it was unlovable, but I think he meant himself. I think he meant that loneliness is sometimes painful. I curl against him, tuck my head beneath his chin and listen to his heart. It says stay and wait. It says regret. He knows what it is to want love, a love so fierce you grow roots. I hear his heart say please. He went looking for angels and found me instead, girl of the sorrows, sad but not sorry. I waited for a sign, a star to fall. He reached for a knife and drew branches. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#broken #love #suicide #love

You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect. ↗

— John Green

#heart #jesus #love #neighbor #perfect

If love breaks more than a heart, maybe it's a sign and time to step out. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#broken-heart #hitting #physical-abuse #relationship-problems #signs

...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#ex-boyfriends #heart-broken #hypocrite #kissing #love

Broke is a relative term, like sister, cousin, or Uncle Sam.
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— Jarod Kintz

#america #broke #broken #cousin #debt

You know Americans...Self-improvement. No matter who or what we are, we're always working on ways to become somebody else. ↗

— Alan Brown

#americans #audrey-hepburn #improvement #japan #japanese

The world would not be in such a snarl, had Marx been Groucho instead of Karl. ↗

— Irving Berlin

#karl-marx #marx-brothers #marxism #communism

Brighton Beach does not look, smell, or sound like Russia. It's a parody of Russia at best, something as different from the real thing as a picture of the Eiffel Tower. Yes, they sell Russian food on Brighton Beach, and Russian books and videos, and Russian clothes, and there are Russian restaurants and Russian nightclubs, and everybody speaks Russian, but the Russianness of the place is so concentrated that it feels ridiculously exaggerated. Everything Russian on Brighton Beach is too Russian, far more Russian than in real Russia. This is what happens all over Brooklyn. From the Scandinavians of Bay Ridge to the Chinese of Sunset Park, Brooklyn's immigrants go to ridiculous extremes to re-create their homelands only to end up with a vulgar pastiche. ↗

— Lara Vapnyar

#brooklyn-was-mine #essays #memoirs #food

I'm not hungry," Alexander whispered. "I'm famished. Watch out for me. Now, don't make a single sound," he said, moving on top of her. "Tania, God....I'll cover your mouth, just like this, and you hold on to me, just like this, and I'm going to-just like this- ↗

— Paullina Simons

#romance #tatiana-and-alexander #the-bronze-horseman #love