Something returned from the broken, something I am not. I sit around day after day waiting for someone to come around and actually fix me. I’m tired of the duct tape I wrap myself in, but unfortunately it’s all I have, it’s all I can do. I can’t put myself completely back together all on my own.
I had to cry to fix myself. I had been scared for the past two months to do something that I probably loved the most. I wanted to hide from everyone because I had been crying too often. Then my friend approached me and gave me the hug I’ve been looking for all this time. I wasn’t so scared anymore.
What? Fix! I don’t know what to fix? My life? My goals? My procrastination! I’. a very slow typer! ugh. I need to be doing homework right now, but instead I’m here doing whatever this is I need to fix that ASAP! I need to fix stuff with the guys.
i wish it could be fixed, that i could be fixed. the cracks that his words left in my soul filed. so that i could move on and not let it all seep out at the worst possible moment. so that i wouldn’t feel the air rush through me every time another him passes by.
I don’t know why I would write about the word “fixed.” I also don’t know what the hell this site is for… When I think of the word fixed I think about repairing things, and fixing animals. ha. Alright, times up.
I remember always thinking that maybe if I wished for the same wish every single time someone told me to wish for something at 11:11 that maybe it will come true. My wish was to be fixed. I’m so broken.
The thing about people is they can;t be fixed. You can talk to someone, figure out why they’re feeling what they’re feeling, but you can never fully heal the wound. Everything goes too deep to be fixed by anyone or anything. It can only be covered. Never fixable, people.
you can fix a broken heart. you can fix a broken bone. you can fix nearly anything, but that doesn’t mean it’s broken. fixing things can bring a sense of closure, of repair. it starts the healing process but it can also end it. fixing can be the helpful, or it can be damaging, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying to fix things.
To fix,
To be fixed,
What a word with too many meanings
For who is being fixed
From the drugs we take it,
From the thoughts we must think?
To the songs we will listen like a speech,
Forever ago,
we were broken and torn
Now I can only believe that We will never be fixed,
Take in that thought,
That thought of misplacement,
Forget what the others will say;
When it is thrown all away.
automatically Marley and Me pops in my head. You know the scene where marley is out the window with owen wilson holding him in? That’s what comes to mind! i love that movie though i cry everytime…
“I fixed it,” she said proudly, conjuring the wooden train with her shaky hands from behind her back. Her father looked, nodded, and gave her a half smile.
“Nice,” he said, and returned to his whiskey, raising the glass to drink deeply.
It would be years and years of empty hope before she realized that they could not be fixed like toy trains. Things would just have to stay broken.
My eyes were fixed on that vase on the blue shelf. Nothing else mattered in the room. I knew my gun was in there, and I would do anything to get it. Fixed like the lottery, my eyes wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want tea or anything else offered with her southern hospitality. I wanted my gun. I wanted it now.
Im stuck, stable, nothing changes, my mind is set and I feel like my decision won’t budge. The concrete is hardening and my feet are well placed, fixed. Im nervous about it, but its ok.
My dog was fixed, i dont think he enjoyed it very much. I dont even know what they do when they fix animals. They probably have some crazy alien spaceship tools going on there.. Maybe its a conspiracy.. Nobody ever knows what happens when a dog or cat gets fixed. Its like top secret information. I feel bad for all my animals, their reproductive organs are probably being used to fuel some secret plan that the vets are all planning. I bet they all get together on thursdays and skype each other and some head vet gets the number of the amount of balls they have collect to see if it met their requirements. Ill definitely not look at vets the same now.
The machine tumbled to the ground in front of me. I grinned as the gears rolled away, for despite her best efforts, Remora had failed to build something that I could destroy, fix, destroy and leave for her to find in the morning. She was a fine inventor, I couldn’t deny that, but her machines were always flawed in the worst way.
Ive fixed things. Being a man I naturally think i can fix anything. sometimes I try to fix things that i know I won’t be able to. Occasionally I surprise myself.
Thursday March 22nd. His gaze was fixed on her. She’s talking on the phone. 3.15 PM, She should come in any minute now for her coffee. Everyday he would follow her to The Cafe-Bean, hoping that she wouldn’t see him. Her beauty was something too perfect, too delicate, not to be interrupted by one man’s uncomfortable presence. “I want her to stay with me, to lock her up and make her my beautiful pet. Though the interference of taking out of her natural habitat would perhaps ruin her delicacy. Gabrielle. What an angel.” he wrote in his moleskin notebook. As he looked up, to stare and the miracle that is Gabrielle, she was sitting next to him with her coffee. He fumbled, the notebook fell. “Let me help you with that” she said and grabbed the notebook from the floor. She saw her name on one of the pages.
it was fixed. the entire time. their relationship was fixed, and nothing could be done to re-validate the past three years they had spent together. how could he do this to me? all that, and it wasn’t even real. it cannot be so…
I fixed a car once. Not really. But wouldn’t it have been cool if I had? What if we could fix anything? But not just machines. Like, problems. World problems. World hunger. Why hasn’t anyone fixed that? They certainly have the resources. I wonder what excuse they use to back that up.
I feel stuck in place and immobile. But when it comes to a bike, isnt that rather hipster? Ah, well I have a roadbike that is not fixed but still rather hipster so I guess it cannot only refer to being fixed. If you’re on a fixed path what happens when you stray from it? I choose to not plan a path for myself for this very reason!
Fixed the life, the sense, all of them, the interest, the existens . Is important do something with this, with the life. We need to do something. We need a God, Thats the matter now, heir. :D
Fixed. Reminds me of fixation. Like, for instance, someone’s fixation on their future or their friends or the lives of others. In high school there are many people who are fixed on knowing whats happening in everyone elses lives rather than focusing on their own. Maybe thats whats wrong with people. They’re too fixed on whats happening to everyone else.
It was fixed that we were going to meet today. I just didn’t know it till it actually happened and when it did happen, the moment was very blissful.
The End.
Fixed in one place. Not me. Ever. I can’t stand still. Or stay put. Or stay with people. Constantly moving. Constantly changing. Does that mean I’m broken? Resistant to sameness? Can I be fixed? Do I want to be fixed?
To be fixed is to be made whole again – and that you were broken to start with. So much is broken, to begin with. How are we ourselves fixed? In all honesty, only by Jesus Christ.
Why the hell is it fixed again ? -_- OKAY watever I do not know what to say I mean i just don’t asdfghjkl are we suppose to make a journal entry or something ? I have no idea ._. lololol byeee :DDD
kvtjhbkjkyhcjvmbhbvjhbjh,mvhjvmjkvm jmvkjkjgbnvjkvbnmv hjhm,v hahahahaha. hhAAHGA
if everything where different, i wouldn’t be in this state. you see when my brother left three years ago my ability to live and love changed. Apparently my brother found a group of cool friends, but i knew that they were not cool, they were bad.
one time I fixed the bottom of my bed at school, but i was unable to fix the stairs that my brother destroyed in a fit of anger. nor the toaster or fridge or chair or countless flashlights that mental illness makes my brother break. my dad’s birthday is coming up, but I feel like he has no hobbies that aren’t fixing my brother’s messes.
I am fixed in the position that I think I should be in. I fixed a birdhouse once. Wait no…I didn’t…must’ve been something I saw on TV or in a movie. I’m imagining a photograph of my mom in a puffy red jacket with fur around the hood working on something with my Grandpa in the yard…a bird feeder or a birdhouse. She’s smiling. They’re happy…just the way they are…Him coaching her through the ins and outs of life.
everyone always says that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. Fix you eyes on the prize… my eyes are fixed, but they are fixed on too many things. I don’t know what I want to do with my life and it drives me insane. I’m torn. I want to be famous. I want to make a difference. I want to have a family. Is this what I’m supposed to be doing? Maybe I need fixed.
Fixed is something I will never be. To fix me is near impossible. Fixing certain things cannot be done unless its an appliance. Or if you’re fixated on an object or person. That’s a different form of fixed.
Something returned from the broken, something I am not. I sit around day after day waiting for someone to come around and actually fix me. I’m tired of the duct tape I wrap myself in, but unfortunately it’s all I have, it’s all I can do. I can’t put myself completely back together all on my own.
I had to cry to fix myself. I had been scared for the past two months to do something that I probably loved the most. I wanted to hide from everyone because I had been crying too often. Then my friend approached me and gave me the hug I’ve been looking for all this time. I wasn’t so scared anymore.
What? Fix! I don’t know what to fix? My life? My goals? My procrastination! I’. a very slow typer! ugh. I need to be doing homework right now, but instead I’m here doing whatever this is I need to fix that ASAP! I need to fix stuff with the guys.
i wish it could be fixed, that i could be fixed. the cracks that his words left in my soul filed. so that i could move on and not let it all seep out at the worst possible moment. so that i wouldn’t feel the air rush through me every time another him passes by.
I don’t know why I would write about the word “fixed.” I also don’t know what the hell this site is for… When I think of the word fixed I think about repairing things, and fixing animals. ha. Alright, times up.
I remember always thinking that maybe if I wished for the same wish every single time someone told me to wish for something at 11:11 that maybe it will come true. My wish was to be fixed. I’m so broken.
They told me I was broken. They said I couldn’t be fixed. I hoped to prove them wrong one day, but I never got the chance.
They told me I was broken. They said I couldn’t be fixed. I hoped to prove them wrong one day, but I never got the chance.
The thing about people is they can;t be fixed. You can talk to someone, figure out why they’re feeling what they’re feeling, but you can never fully heal the wound. Everything goes too deep to be fixed by anyone or anything. It can only be covered. Never fixable, people.
you can fix a broken heart. you can fix a broken bone. you can fix nearly anything, but that doesn’t mean it’s broken. fixing things can bring a sense of closure, of repair. it starts the healing process but it can also end it. fixing can be the helpful, or it can be damaging, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying to fix things.
To fix,
To be fixed,
What a word with too many meanings
For who is being fixed
From the drugs we take it,
From the thoughts we must think?
To the songs we will listen like a speech,
Forever ago,
we were broken and torn
Now I can only believe that We will never be fixed,
Take in that thought,
That thought of misplacement,
Forget what the others will say;
When it is thrown all away.
Only some things are fixed. And even then, we can’t be sure.
automatically Marley and Me pops in my head. You know the scene where marley is out the window with owen wilson holding him in? That’s what comes to mind! i love that movie though i cry everytime…
“I fixed it,” she said proudly, conjuring the wooden train with her shaky hands from behind her back. Her father looked, nodded, and gave her a half smile.
“Nice,” he said, and returned to his whiskey, raising the glass to drink deeply.
It would be years and years of empty hope before she realized that they could not be fixed like toy trains. Things would just have to stay broken.
My eyes were fixed on that vase on the blue shelf. Nothing else mattered in the room. I knew my gun was in there, and I would do anything to get it. Fixed like the lottery, my eyes wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want tea or anything else offered with her southern hospitality. I wanted my gun. I wanted it now.
they fixed my car today its a spaceship now but im scared of aliens so im selling it to my teacher he likes cats that are fixed and gay.
Im stuck, stable, nothing changes, my mind is set and I feel like my decision won’t budge. The concrete is hardening and my feet are well placed, fixed. Im nervous about it, but its ok.
My dog was fixed, i dont think he enjoyed it very much. I dont even know what they do when they fix animals. They probably have some crazy alien spaceship tools going on there.. Maybe its a conspiracy.. Nobody ever knows what happens when a dog or cat gets fixed. Its like top secret information. I feel bad for all my animals, their reproductive organs are probably being used to fuel some secret plan that the vets are all planning. I bet they all get together on thursdays and skype each other and some head vet gets the number of the amount of balls they have collect to see if it met their requirements. Ill definitely not look at vets the same now.
The machine tumbled to the ground in front of me. I grinned as the gears rolled away, for despite her best efforts, Remora had failed to build something that I could destroy, fix, destroy and leave for her to find in the morning. She was a fine inventor, I couldn’t deny that, but her machines were always flawed in the worst way.
Ive fixed things. Being a man I naturally think i can fix anything. sometimes I try to fix things that i know I won’t be able to. Occasionally I surprise myself.
Thursday March 22nd. His gaze was fixed on her. She’s talking on the phone. 3.15 PM, She should come in any minute now for her coffee. Everyday he would follow her to The Cafe-Bean, hoping that she wouldn’t see him. Her beauty was something too perfect, too delicate, not to be interrupted by one man’s uncomfortable presence. “I want her to stay with me, to lock her up and make her my beautiful pet. Though the interference of taking out of her natural habitat would perhaps ruin her delicacy. Gabrielle. What an angel.” he wrote in his moleskin notebook. As he looked up, to stare and the miracle that is Gabrielle, she was sitting next to him with her coffee. He fumbled, the notebook fell. “Let me help you with that” she said and grabbed the notebook from the floor. She saw her name on one of the pages.
We can always try to fix something. But in my life I have realized that sometimes things aren’t meant to be fixed.
Maybe some things are better “broken”.
it was fixed. the entire time. their relationship was fixed, and nothing could be done to re-validate the past three years they had spent together. how could he do this to me? all that, and it wasn’t even real. it cannot be so…
everything that is broken cannot be fixed. life doesn’t work where everything can be fixed. i once thought if i fixed you, you would be happier.
being fixed takes years, if not a lifetime to occur.
I fixed a car once. Not really. But wouldn’t it have been cool if I had? What if we could fix anything? But not just machines. Like, problems. World problems. World hunger. Why hasn’t anyone fixed that? They certainly have the resources. I wonder what excuse they use to back that up.
I feel stuck in place and immobile. But when it comes to a bike, isnt that rather hipster? Ah, well I have a roadbike that is not fixed but still rather hipster so I guess it cannot only refer to being fixed. If you’re on a fixed path what happens when you stray from it? I choose to not plan a path for myself for this very reason!
Fixed the life, the sense, all of them, the interest, the existens . Is important do something with this, with the life. We need to do something. We need a God, Thats the matter now, heir. :D
Fixed. Reminds me of fixation. Like, for instance, someone’s fixation on their future or their friends or the lives of others. In high school there are many people who are fixed on knowing whats happening in everyone elses lives rather than focusing on their own. Maybe thats whats wrong with people. They’re too fixed on whats happening to everyone else.
It was fixed that we were going to meet today. I just didn’t know it till it actually happened and when it did happen, the moment was very blissful.
The End.
Fixed in one place. Not me. Ever. I can’t stand still. Or stay put. Or stay with people. Constantly moving. Constantly changing. Does that mean I’m broken? Resistant to sameness? Can I be fixed? Do I want to be fixed?
To be fixed is to be made whole again – and that you were broken to start with. So much is broken, to begin with. How are we ourselves fixed? In all honesty, only by Jesus Christ.
Why the hell is it fixed again ? -_- OKAY watever I do not know what to say I mean i just don’t asdfghjkl are we suppose to make a journal entry or something ? I have no idea ._. lololol byeee :DDD
kvtjhbkjkyhcjvmbhbvjhbjh,mvhjvmjkvm jmvkjkjgbnvjkvbnmv hjhm,v hahahahaha. hhAAHGA
if everything where different, i wouldn’t be in this state. you see when my brother left three years ago my ability to live and love changed. Apparently my brother found a group of cool friends, but i knew that they were not cool, they were bad.
Makes me sigh with relief. Always means something positive.
Requires workkk.
one time I fixed the bottom of my bed at school, but i was unable to fix the stairs that my brother destroyed in a fit of anger. nor the toaster or fridge or chair or countless flashlights that mental illness makes my brother break. my dad’s birthday is coming up, but I feel like he has no hobbies that aren’t fixing my brother’s messes.
Belladonna’s hair swished as she re-pulled it back up into a ponytail, wrapping it around its holder to make a bun.
I fixed my locker today! (: It is so clean now (: I’m so happy ! (: What the hell is this anyway ?! dafuuuq. okay bye now…..
I am fixed in the position that I think I should be in. I fixed a birdhouse once. Wait no…I didn’t…must’ve been something I saw on TV or in a movie. I’m imagining a photograph of my mom in a puffy red jacket with fur around the hood working on something with my Grandpa in the yard…a bird feeder or a birdhouse. She’s smiling. They’re happy…just the way they are…Him coaching her through the ins and outs of life.
everyone always says that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. Fix you eyes on the prize… my eyes are fixed, but they are fixed on too many things. I don’t know what I want to do with my life and it drives me insane. I’m torn. I want to be famous. I want to make a difference. I want to have a family. Is this what I’m supposed to be doing? Maybe I need fixed.
Fixed is something I will never be. To fix me is near impossible. Fixing certain things cannot be done unless its an appliance. Or if you’re fixated on an object or person. That’s a different form of fixed.