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“It's not the same path that everyone else takes, and that can be hard and lonely, but I was reminded that there are amazing things I would never see with normal eyes and other paths. ...
I wasn't ready and life isn't as easily wrapped up as that. But sometimes it gives you treasures and reminds you that maybe, just maybe, you're in exactly the place you're supposed to be after all.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Sometimes we hide them away, those injuries done by others (or, worse, by ourselves). We conceal them up our sleeves or jammed deep into pockets. We try to pretend that they never hurt at all. But it’s a strange and meaningless action. Anyone who has lived would almost certainly understand and maybe even reveal their own hidden defects they’ve been hiding from the world as well. The world feels safer somehow if we share our pain. It becomes more manageable. And by sharing our pain, we inspire others to share theirs. We are so much less alone if we learn to wear our imperfections proudly, like tarnished jewelry that still shines just as brightly.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I used to think she told me that story to teach me not to borrow things I couldn’t replace, but now I wonder if she wasn’t teaching me something more. That sometimes you have to do the hard thing. Sometimes you have to say no. Sometimes you have to make waves. Because otherwise you can get swept away. This is a lesson I am still learning.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Be good. Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else. The only thing that matters is how you feel and how you’ve made others feel. And I feel okay (for the moment), and I make others feel okay by being a barometer of awkwardness and self-doubt. I am Jenny Lawson, full-grown mammal.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Hard. It’s weird because we often try to present our fake, shiny, happy selves to others and make sure we’re not wearing too-obvious pajamas at the grocery store, but really, who wants to see that level of fraud? No one. What we really want is to know we’re not alone in our terribleness. We want to appreciate the failure that makes us perfectly us and wonderfully relatable to every other person out there who is also pretending that they have their shit together and didn’t just eat that onion ring that fell on the floor. Human foibles are what make us us, and the art of mortification is what brings us all”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“But I'll keep going. I'll keep fighting. And I'll keep forgiving myself for being flawed and human, and if I can't write a funny chapter, I'll write a chapter like this. One that might be a little pathetic, might not make sense to anyone but me, but is still true.
Exactly like me”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Embrace your beasties. Love your awkwardness. Enjoy yourself. Celebrate the bizarreness that is you because, I assure you, you are more wondrous than you can possibly imagine â€� monsters and all.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“The world is shattered and we wander barefoot through one another’s broken shards and glittering slivers. And some of us bleed from the cuts. And some of us heal. And if you’re lucky, you do both. We are broken. We are healing. It never ends. And, if you look at it in just the right light, it is beautiful.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“My therapist says I’m too empathetic for my own good. That I pick up on other people’s emotions and feelings and then I feel them myself even when it hurts. And she’s right. That’s why I have to separate myself from others, from even life sometimes â€� to keep safe the soft core that shines when I find people like me â€� who are good but broken. Who want nothing but happiness. Who would give you their shoes, or their stories, or sometimes even their own precious, collected shards. The shards that they’ve worked for, and love, and treasure. And sometimes they do give them. And sometimes you give them back some of yours. And you’re surprised to find that these shards fit better.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I’m not much for organized religion, but I think we all have souls. Glowing half orbs. Flat at our back and round at our chests, like glass paperweights with golden candy-button dots at the center. And as we live, our spheres crack. They splinter with sadness or loss or doubt or pain. Sometimes the splinter that falls out is a loss of faith. Sometimes it’s the loss of love or a betrayal. Sometimes it’s just a lack of structural integrity (depression/chemical issues) that causes irregular shards to fall out. Then we walk around with these slivers missing â€� these holes. We try to put the slivers back in place, but they don’t fit right anymore and so we leave them. And then we search.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“The light is bright on those good days. I can feel fully â€� both good and bad. I laugh and cry. I have energy to live. I can see the world and let the world see me with eyes that don’t hurt. I see my child. I see my friends and family and I feel how lucky I am.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“We are getting better. Slowly â€� much too slowly. We are so far from perfect but we build on the shoulders of those who come before us and (I hope, God, I hope) we learn from them and we grow and evolve. Their stories push us forward in good and bad ways, but only if we are willing to listen.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Usually I struggle with simple things. I make strange choices. The strength it takes to shower or the energy it takes to eat? You don’t get both, so choose wisely. Every action takes such work â€� as if living with mental illness is like waking to a different disability each day.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“AIM HIGH â€� Because your blow dart will lose altitude over the distance to your enemies and you need to account for that. Also wind direction.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Be good. Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else. The only thing that matters is how you feel and how you’ve made others feel.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“And if one day I look at you and don’t remember who you are or how much you mean to me, know that your importance is still as real then as it is now. Know that you are locked away someplace safe. Know that the me who loved you is still sitting on that beach, forever feeling the sunlight. And know that I’m okay with not having that memory right now, because the me that holds it tight is keeping it safe and uncorrupted and glorious. And she loves you. And I do too. Remember that. For me.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Basically the secret to a long-lasting marriage is memory loss and well-meaning lies and beach margaritas.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Be good. Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else. The only thing that matters is how you feel and how you’ve made others feel. And I feel okay (for the moment), and I make others feel okay by being a barometer of awkwardness and self-doubt.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“If I look closer at these stories that make up my life, a strange theme emerges. It’s the idea that something is only real if it’s damaged”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Why can’t you clean the gutters?â€� And the answer is, “Gutters are scary as shit and that’s why I didn’t want them in the first place. You know who lives in gutters? Clown murderers. We bought tubes to catch clown murderers. GREAT CHOICE.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I bet if male dogs had thumbs they’d send us dick pics all the time. My phone tried to correct that to “duck pics.â€� But honestly the phone is probably right. They’d probably send us duck pics too. Dogs fucking love ducks.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Truly. I have managed to fuck shit up in shockingly impressive ways and still be considered a fairly acceptable person.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“But we don’t get to pick who we are. I am still as broken as I was before, but with better stories and a little more insight into just how fucked up I am.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“And I will always use two spaces after a period even though it’s a clear sign that I’m over forty because that’s how people who learned to type on weighty, horrible honest-to-Jesus typewriters were taught and if I stop it’s like pissing on the grave of my seventh-grade typing teacher. And also, I don’t want to stop. Those”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“We are currently in an environmental crisis, as islands of floating garbage pile up in our garbage. Reclaim and recycle with Repurposed Cocks .com.

Go carbon neutral using discarded dildos as neck rests on planes, foot rollers for arthritis, blackjacks for self defense, dog chews, or very short bungy cords. Repel rubber bullets.

Uh, note to self, test this first.

Use them as dog toys for fetching or stuff into cribs for baby bumpers that double as teethers-

(You should wash them first.)”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Stop the illegal drug epidemic by adding crap to drugs so that people won't think that they're cool anymore. Like, cut heroin with powdered milk and that way people who are lactose intolerant will think that heroin gives them explosive diarrhea.

Also, maybe we run a series of anti-drug commercials of me shitting myself. Because you know what doesn't seem cool? A middle aged woman shitting herself.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“When hairless cats curl up into a ball, their excess belly skins looks a lot like a lady garden. So, we can have the best of both worlds by adopting unwanted hairless cats and using them for photoshoots of... vaginas, quote unquote. So that we can make a Pornhub that doesn't exploit young women.

We'll call it Bald Pusses. And technically, we can't get sued for lying.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“From the makers of Dickdazzler comes, Cock Pocket. It's a pocket made from your own foreskin.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Glitter is way harder to get rid of than crabs.

Not that I would know. I don't have glitter.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“The Devo Cup: For when you don't want to swallow. No cleanup necessary. Just attach the Devo cup at the moment of ejaculation.

Slogan: Make your little buddy look like a member of Devo and put on a concert.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken