everything needs to be fixed. People are always wanting the best and most advanced things it seems. It doesn’t matter if what they have is still good.
Jen
some things cant be fixed for example, crazy people once crazy you’l always be crazy but why fix something that isn’t broken maybe we as “normal people” are in fact the broken ones but that’s the beauty of it are all we crazy.
Miranda
I was broken. Waiting for someone to come along and fix me up. Duct tape, elmers, just something to keep me together.
Hayley Reifeiss
some objects i life cannot be fixed or maybe they dont need fixing, life is full of things that people day that need to be fixed but why fix something that isnt broken
Miranda
i fixed my bike. thank god… i need to to get different places. oh the places you’ll go, they say. who knows where my bike will take me, it it is fixed that is. I need t stop typing and get to work! late alligator.
i am a fixed person because i am spade. i have had my sexual organs stripped from my flesh, in an effort to make me a more contributive member of society. is this right? i don’t know. is thsi wrong? i still don’t know. i just know that i have had my sex ripped out of me for reasons that you don’t need to know. the only reasons to know belong to me and the person who si the reason. but i suppose this is the life of a dog, that is something i must obey.
peter
i fixed a bike once because it had a flat tire. well at least i thought i had fixed it. it turns out the spokes were misaligned too. and the pedals were misshapen. and the frame was all dented. and the handlebars were all fucked. i guess i couldn’t fix it after all.
Libby
I don’t like the word ‘fixed’, because then it sounds like something is broken. I don’t like the word ‘broken’. I think ‘broken’ makes everything seem hopeless, because if something has been broken once, it will probably get broken again. I like to think that nothing needs ‘fixed’. Things can be ‘helped’, ‘rehabilitated’, ‘worked-on’ but nothing should have to be ‘fixed’. I feel things aren’t as simple as they seem.
She was fixed in his mind, and Storm hated it. He hated a lot of things about his life, really, but Mist’s place in his mind most of all. She was fixed there, night and day. He would imagine her beside her, or hear her comments chiming in his head. It was like she was his conscience. And even worse was Dawn’s idea of Mist being fixed in his heart as well. Because every time he thought about her, he felt about her. And he knew that Dawn was right – she was fixed in his heart.
Every night she wanders down the path in the woods. The river, the trees, the plants, the stars, all are the same. Even she, as naive as she was, knew things had to change one day, but she never thought she would be broken so quickly. And once she was, she had hoped she could be fixed.
Catherine Grace
“Sometimes things that are broken don’t need to be fixed,” he mumbled to her, his voice filled with resentment.
“Yes, but you’re not one of those things. You’re a broken man, Jasper. I’m just trying to help.”
“Well did you ever think that I don’t need your help? That I don’t want it? That maybe I just want to be left alone?”
“Please. We both know that’s not true. You need me. You need the help I can give you and without it you can’t survive.”
You can’t fix what isn’t broken. You can’t replace what isn’t lost. Don’t try to hard, and don’t lose yourself in the process. Just put it all back together again, and don’t regret a thing.
Judy Summer
I’m sure I should be fixed
my broken body carries me day to day
begging for reprieve
of the pain that starbursts from the center
without filter or consolation
My eyes were fixed on the memorial. How many had died that day? I don’t remember the number, but I know loved ones haven’t forgot. The one or few who mattered to them will never be forgotten. I looked up at the empty space the towers used to fill, a void much larger that a blue sky.
I was 8. There stood my father, in his jeans and t-shirt. He was helping around the house like he used to do every weekend. I watched him handle tools such as the drill and screwdriver that lay on the floor at that time.
Jorge Villarreal
I’m pretty sure I’m broken and all I can do is wonder if I can be fixed. I don’t feel right, I feel a missing piece in my being as if the clouds are shifting all in my direction and I can’t see straight. I’m stumbling and sooner or later I’ve made it on the other side of nowhere a hopeless mess. But can I truly be fixed if I was never broken?
Meriem
stuck. or repaired. somehow, repaired and yet cannot move from where you last left it. it’s fixed, but don’t touch it, it’s fragile. fixed. a set up. don’t fuck it up, someone went through a lot of trouble here. no matter the meaning.
Emmalee
Fixed. I wish that one day I could be fixed. I wish I could feel fixed, if nothing else. Fixed sounds like such a far off place though. The moon? The next universe? Maybe it’s right in front of me. One day I’ll find it, and that day will be the best, and scariest ever.
Fixed. That’s what my heart needs. It needs to be fixed. It longs to be fixed. Nothing else but fixed. It’s broken. It needs to be mended and it is in the process of. He’s mending it for me. He’s fixing it for me. He’s reshaping it and redefining love for it.
Trang
I failed at fixing that of which I’ve broken. It’s as if everything I touch turns to complete rubbish. In someone else’s eyes, I seem to have everything going for me, but that’s not the case. I cannot seem to do anything right anymore and it saddens me every day.
Desiree J
I tried to fix what was left. I really did. But I wonder sometimes if things aren’t just better broken? Better imperfect. They have a history.
Kat
i fixed the one thing that needed fixing, to me it didnt seem right to leave it broken, so through all my fights and worries i decided time was time and took it upon myself.
I couldnt beleive how little time it took to get it working, but alas time it took. I meneded, shuffled and generally paused until i got it working.
Ian H
Fix.
You thought you could fix me.
You thought you could turn me into another one of your perfect girls.
The ones that look at you with so much admiration.
The ones that are starstruck when you walk by..
You wanted me to be fake.
You wanted me to change.
You wanted me to give in.
You wanted me to want you.
Well guess what.
I do want you.
I changed.
Know your the one who needs to be fixed.
I was tired, dehydrated and irritated. The blasted engine had taken all day and when I had thought I fixed it the first time it decided to comp out on me again. So here I am on the side of the road with my broken down car and a dead cell, how could today get any worse?
Fixed, like a dog who can’t reproduce anymore. Does he lose his manhood? How does he feel? What would it be like if we had no say in the way our bodies were treated. What lengths would we go to, to get back our rights?
Ashley
Fixed. He looked at all the scrap metal left of his project.
This might not even work in the first place her wondered.
He has done so many project and it lead him to this, He looked at his arm, or what’s left of it. How it was replaced by a hunk of metal, because of a stupid mistake.
I’m fixed on you. The idea of what I should be for you is all-consuming. Lover, friend, support personel, therapist, colleague. But above all – anything you want me to be.
Anais
As much as I want to be, I realize I am not. That my heart is no longer whole after the journey it has suffered through. That my body did not completely weather the storm. Pieces of my heart were left behind and all I want to do is be fixed.
I want to be fixed. I’ve felt broken all my life, as long as I’ve been self-aware. Something not right. Out of place. Broken.
Can something so biological be fixed? Can drugs cure me?
Laura
love forgiven pain you me one way years days hours time end love
palabras aisladas que describen mi pena
grecia
Fixing things is the hardest part about life. You have to fix relationships, your heart, you car, your grades. Anything and everything. But sometimes it can bring you utter happiness and other times you don’t know what is going fixed. I feel you fix something every day. Fixed is past tense so it seems more sad than anything.
Megan
when you do something wrong in a relationship, can they really be fixed? or is that just a saying? no matter how many sorries you say to that person, they’re still going to have a image of you breaking their heart. a heart is like glass, once it shatters it could be fixed, but it will still have cracks
She fixed her eyes on him. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight and neither was he. They’ve done this before. It’s always a battle. He has to get on the leash and be bathed even if he doesn’t want to…she just has to catch him first.
Florence
They fixed me. Finally, I am the beautiful girl I was supposed to be. A beauty without the scar that has haunted me for years. Finally I had reached my potential. Finally I was free. They…
I have spent so much of my time being broken that even the idea of someone healing me leaves a strange aftertaste upon my tongue, a foreign intruder to my way my mind has set itself to function by expelling anything and anyone even remotely out of my comfort zone. It’s a good kind of different, being this way and feeling like this.. the irony just hasn’t escaped me, though, that it took him breaking me before I could put myself back together..
I was working on my car the other day; it wasn’t broken or anything, in fact it was already fixed. But I wanted to change the color of it, maybe add some big speakers so could blast my music. Anyway I met this guy as I was working on my car.
Annie
when i was fixed, i was very angry because i did not want my existing circumcision to go any further. Shame really – does this mean i’m now really Jewish?
everything needs to be fixed. People are always wanting the best and most advanced things it seems. It doesn’t matter if what they have is still good.
some things cant be fixed for example, crazy people once crazy you’l always be crazy but why fix something that isn’t broken maybe we as “normal people” are in fact the broken ones but that’s the beauty of it are all we crazy.
I was broken. Waiting for someone to come along and fix me up. Duct tape, elmers, just something to keep me together.
some objects i life cannot be fixed or maybe they dont need fixing, life is full of things that people day that need to be fixed but why fix something that isnt broken
i fixed my bike. thank god… i need to to get different places. oh the places you’ll go, they say. who knows where my bike will take me, it it is fixed that is. I need t stop typing and get to work! late alligator.
Not able to change, steady, cheating, was broken.
i am a fixed person because i am spade. i have had my sexual organs stripped from my flesh, in an effort to make me a more contributive member of society. is this right? i don’t know. is thsi wrong? i still don’t know. i just know that i have had my sex ripped out of me for reasons that you don’t need to know. the only reasons to know belong to me and the person who si the reason. but i suppose this is the life of a dog, that is something i must obey.
i fixed a bike once because it had a flat tire. well at least i thought i had fixed it. it turns out the spokes were misaligned too. and the pedals were misshapen. and the frame was all dented. and the handlebars were all fucked. i guess i couldn’t fix it after all.
I don’t like the word ‘fixed’, because then it sounds like something is broken. I don’t like the word ‘broken’. I think ‘broken’ makes everything seem hopeless, because if something has been broken once, it will probably get broken again. I like to think that nothing needs ‘fixed’. Things can be ‘helped’, ‘rehabilitated’, ‘worked-on’ but nothing should have to be ‘fixed’. I feel things aren’t as simple as they seem.
Can’t do any damage,
Not that you’d want to.
The chances are gone,
long flown past.
It’s probably best that way.
She was fixed in his mind, and Storm hated it. He hated a lot of things about his life, really, but Mist’s place in his mind most of all. She was fixed there, night and day. He would imagine her beside her, or hear her comments chiming in his head. It was like she was his conscience. And even worse was Dawn’s idea of Mist being fixed in his heart as well. Because every time he thought about her, he felt about her. And he knew that Dawn was right – she was fixed in his heart.
Every night she wanders down the path in the woods. The river, the trees, the plants, the stars, all are the same. Even she, as naive as she was, knew things had to change one day, but she never thought she would be broken so quickly. And once she was, she had hoped she could be fixed.
“Sometimes things that are broken don’t need to be fixed,” he mumbled to her, his voice filled with resentment.
“Yes, but you’re not one of those things. You’re a broken man, Jasper. I’m just trying to help.”
“Well did you ever think that I don’t need your help? That I don’t want it? That maybe I just want to be left alone?”
“Please. We both know that’s not true. You need me. You need the help I can give you and without it you can’t survive.”
You can’t fix what isn’t broken. You can’t replace what isn’t lost. Don’t try to hard, and don’t lose yourself in the process. Just put it all back together again, and don’t regret a thing.
I’m sure I should be fixed
my broken body carries me day to day
begging for reprieve
of the pain that starbursts from the center
without filter or consolation
My eyes were fixed on the memorial. How many had died that day? I don’t remember the number, but I know loved ones haven’t forgot. The one or few who mattered to them will never be forgotten. I looked up at the empty space the towers used to fill, a void much larger that a blue sky.
I was 8. There stood my father, in his jeans and t-shirt. He was helping around the house like he used to do every weekend. I watched him handle tools such as the drill and screwdriver that lay on the floor at that time.
I’m pretty sure I’m broken and all I can do is wonder if I can be fixed. I don’t feel right, I feel a missing piece in my being as if the clouds are shifting all in my direction and I can’t see straight. I’m stumbling and sooner or later I’ve made it on the other side of nowhere a hopeless mess. But can I truly be fixed if I was never broken?
stuck. or repaired. somehow, repaired and yet cannot move from where you last left it. it’s fixed, but don’t touch it, it’s fragile. fixed. a set up. don’t fuck it up, someone went through a lot of trouble here. no matter the meaning.
Fixed. I wish that one day I could be fixed. I wish I could feel fixed, if nothing else. Fixed sounds like such a far off place though. The moon? The next universe? Maybe it’s right in front of me. One day I’ll find it, and that day will be the best, and scariest ever.
Fixed. That’s what my heart needs. It needs to be fixed. It longs to be fixed. Nothing else but fixed. It’s broken. It needs to be mended and it is in the process of. He’s mending it for me. He’s fixing it for me. He’s reshaping it and redefining love for it.
I failed at fixing that of which I’ve broken. It’s as if everything I touch turns to complete rubbish. In someone else’s eyes, I seem to have everything going for me, but that’s not the case. I cannot seem to do anything right anymore and it saddens me every day.
I tried to fix what was left. I really did. But I wonder sometimes if things aren’t just better broken? Better imperfect. They have a history.
i fixed the one thing that needed fixing, to me it didnt seem right to leave it broken, so through all my fights and worries i decided time was time and took it upon myself.
I couldnt beleive how little time it took to get it working, but alas time it took. I meneded, shuffled and generally paused until i got it working.
Fix.
You thought you could fix me.
You thought you could turn me into another one of your perfect girls.
The ones that look at you with so much admiration.
The ones that are starstruck when you walk by..
You wanted me to be fake.
You wanted me to change.
You wanted me to give in.
You wanted me to want you.
Well guess what.
I do want you.
I changed.
Know your the one who needs to be fixed.
I was tired, dehydrated and irritated. The blasted engine had taken all day and when I had thought I fixed it the first time it decided to comp out on me again. So here I am on the side of the road with my broken down car and a dead cell, how could today get any worse?
Fixed, like a dog who can’t reproduce anymore. Does he lose his manhood? How does he feel? What would it be like if we had no say in the way our bodies were treated. What lengths would we go to, to get back our rights?
Fixed. He looked at all the scrap metal left of his project.
This might not even work in the first place her wondered.
He has done so many project and it lead him to this, He looked at his arm, or what’s left of it. How it was replaced by a hunk of metal, because of a stupid mistake.
I’m fixed on you. The idea of what I should be for you is all-consuming. Lover, friend, support personel, therapist, colleague. But above all – anything you want me to be.
As much as I want to be, I realize I am not. That my heart is no longer whole after the journey it has suffered through. That my body did not completely weather the storm. Pieces of my heart were left behind and all I want to do is be fixed.
I want to be fixed. I’ve felt broken all my life, as long as I’ve been self-aware. Something not right. Out of place. Broken.
Can something so biological be fixed? Can drugs cure me?
love forgiven pain you me one way years days hours time end love
palabras aisladas que describen mi pena
Fixing things is the hardest part about life. You have to fix relationships, your heart, you car, your grades. Anything and everything. But sometimes it can bring you utter happiness and other times you don’t know what is going fixed. I feel you fix something every day. Fixed is past tense so it seems more sad than anything.
when you do something wrong in a relationship, can they really be fixed? or is that just a saying? no matter how many sorries you say to that person, they’re still going to have a image of you breaking their heart. a heart is like glass, once it shatters it could be fixed, but it will still have cracks
She fixed her eyes on him. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight and neither was he. They’ve done this before. It’s always a battle. He has to get on the leash and be bathed even if he doesn’t want to…she just has to catch him first.
They fixed me. Finally, I am the beautiful girl I was supposed to be. A beauty without the scar that has haunted me for years. Finally I had reached my potential. Finally I was free. They…
I have spent so much of my time being broken that even the idea of someone healing me leaves a strange aftertaste upon my tongue, a foreign intruder to my way my mind has set itself to function by expelling anything and anyone even remotely out of my comfort zone. It’s a good kind of different, being this way and feeling like this.. the irony just hasn’t escaped me, though, that it took him breaking me before I could put myself back together..
I was working on my car the other day; it wasn’t broken or anything, in fact it was already fixed. But I wanted to change the color of it, maybe add some big speakers so could blast my music. Anyway I met this guy as I was working on my car.
when i was fixed, i was very angry because i did not want my existing circumcision to go any further. Shame really – does this mean i’m now really Jewish?
She fixed the mixed betwixt the affixed.