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Broken Hill to Sydney Oct October 1931 - Broken Hill Mining Museum, Town Hall and Post Office (from the photograph album of L.G. Watt - NSW Board of Fire Commissioners)
Dated: 16/10/1931
Digital ID: 549_a029_a029000467
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my daughter was my navigator. she left the iphone on her lap and when we got home she stepped out and hit the cement. true story.
A broken mirror in our dinning room. There is a short-story behind this... When we moved into this house (maybe 8 years ago) we were hanging pictures on the otherside of the wall, and didn't realize how much space was between the wall and the mirror. Unfortunately the nail went right through and shattered the glass... and for 8 years it's been like that.
I've always wanted to post this but didn't know how to process it... then today I realized it looks 100x better in B&W.
Broken Bow, Oklahoma
EX: South Hampton Fire Company 2
Engine 54
1983
#3-37773
Sanford/ Ford C-8000
1250/750
At one time, this was a single piece of pipe. You can see where its broken, most likely due to the ground settling during heavy rains.
Broken Heart ... this copper monstrosity has seen the worst of it. Stress fractures, dents, dings and missing rivets are all here on the tarnished patina. Test tubes labeled "Superior Vena Cava" and "Pulmonary Artery" hold a mysterious liquid that is not quite the blood we might be familiar with. A 5 mil syringe is installed to replace the "Aorta" itself. And multiple wires wind around the other contacts and electrodes. This one has obviously been rebuilt and rebuilt again.The key to the heart is always available but not always in use. At onee point, the simple label "Broken" has been stamped directly into the body. But don't be fooled kids - This one is going to keep on ticking.
It has made it this far, hasn't it
So, I'm guessing you have all heard about the shooting in Sandy Hook Elemantary school in Newtown, CT. This is a huge tragedy brought across the school, the town, the state, the country, the world.
I live in CT, and Newtown is a city near mine that only takes about a half hour to get to. Now, this really hits home because well...it happened here. This event shook the whole world up.
What sick fuck can look at these 5-6 year olds in the eye, and gun them down? Seriously? What type of mindset can you possibly be in to be able to do that?! And not to mention doing this to adults, too.
There were many heros here though. many of the staff members that were shot down died protecting their students.
I send prayers out to the broken familes that lost someone in this event. When they catch this guy I pray that he rots in jail for the rest of his life, then spends eternity in Hell.
This Christmas I think that everyone should not complain that they didn't get the brand new doll they wanted, or the 300 dollar camera they "need", nor that they have to spend time with their annoying family on Christmas day. You should all be greatful that you get to spend this time with everyone you love. Because now, about 30 families will be spending their time mourning losses of their sons, daughters, co-workers, friends, mothers, fathers, etc.
Broken Hearts
I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have known them all your life or you may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrelevant—you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.
— Lang Leav, Lullabies
I broke my toe the day before we left. It hurt. It was purple and big and didn't like walking in sand. And I had no idea my toenails were that disgusting. ick. They have been cut. I like the line of my shoes and the pretty ocean though.
her face is broken, like her soul that misses the love of child...
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I've never had either until today. Broken elbow and broken wrist. With that and my bike being messed up, summer might as well be over for me.
My boyfriend and I broke up on Thursday morning.
He liked us better as friends and told me he really doesn't want to lose me as his friend.
I'm happy for that but it's so hard to face him for 3 periods in school everyday not knowing what we've been through. He doesn't realize how much I'm hurt.
He JUST told me he loved me last Monday and one week later he had second thoughts..../: I just don't understand what happened.
Also he changed since then...he can't even be a "friend" and say nice things to me and make me feel better. In that sense I really miss him a lot.
~♥
“But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes
At the back of Vĩnh Nghiêm pagoda, which is one of the grandest Buddist landmarks in Ho Chi Minh city, there is a range of dirty window panes with streaks that rain water left on. One of the pane was broken, revealing another building in the back yard.
First (and hopefully only) broken ornament of the year. It's the one Kelly made for David the first year we were dating, and it said "Burke Family, David's First Christmas, 2001." Sigh.
Amazingly enough, this wasn't a victim of the cats. It just slipped off the tree.
Broken bridge isn't just broken, that is the name of the bridge. Quite ironic, I know. The top photo is of the bridge before the collapse.
The bottom photo is after the collapse.
Someone dropped a box of stemware leaving a small pile of shards and slivers and the occasional large bolus that was recognizable from a table glass. Of course, I came by well after it happened and snagged some pieces.
I was improvising this shot on my moleskine notebook, which was never quite the right size, but, well, what can you do?
I am a child psychologist and every now and then a client breaks one of my toys. Usually I throw them out, but I kept this one. There is something poignant about Yoda's broken neck that reminds me of the pain these kids carry every day of their lives.