I found the above image on tumblr just now, and it really spoke to me. (It also spoke to about fifty thousand other people, according to the number of reblogs it has received.) First, it makes me want to smash some of my pottery and plates just so I can fix them with gold laquer. Because look how lovely!
But second, I would like my heart, my self, to be repaired with gold. I would like some skilled craftsman to pick up all my broken pieces, and gaze lovingly at each one, and fit them back together with deft hands, and apply the precious gold to all the cracks and seal me back up, undeniably broken, but more lovely than before.