He said he loved me and I laughed.
“You can’t love me, you don’t know me.”
“But I love you. I’m in love with you.”
“You don’t love me.”
You can’t love me.
Me.
The broken creature crying out for help.
Because no one loves the broken things. They just get pushed to the side and thrown away.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
silly, even i’d not qualify to love love you but i did do an entire month of penance without you on the questions 😀 365 Q’s? and what were they penguin cards? best semi cust offer I had available at the time? come on! I still have the postcard ya sent. 🙂 do I need to refer you to the kaleidoscope thingy about beauty in the broken bits junk going about f/b? lol. mr carr i believe had such as a post earlier this week and got me spamming him with a cool scheap offering of said 😀
Hello lovely, I was hoping you’d show up to the party:) everyone is broken one way or another… And yet still fall in love. Ironically sometimes it’s the cracks that give the object of love both their loveableness and their disbelief. Pretty much, humans are weirdos…:)
❤❤❤ have been in writing mood lately. But I saw you started your new hunt and it’s April.
And yeah we’re all a little broken sometimes I feel beyond repair.
Kintsugi. Like they said. oxoo
There are so many broken bits and things in every life, me thinks. we just have to get some strong glue and try and fix these and hold them up for our satisfaction. I love the way you write.