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DALLAS......After rescuing this really nice Cocker Spaniel 5 years ago we can no longer keep him for difficult reasons. We are heartbroken about this but we must find Dallas a good, caring home. He is 9 years old, healthy, loving, low key, sweet, loves kids and all people and most dogs, but because he had an altercation with our Pug (who started it) he may be better as the only dog in the house. He may get along with another dog that does not attack him as he really is a wonderful dog. We put Dallas and the pug together and it did not work. To play it safe maybe he should be the only dog in the house. Great companion and loves to be hugged and petted and gives love in return. If you can give Dallas a good home please call me ASAP. Maria 352-432-5171 or 407-319-0320
The winter of 2005-2006 was the darkest of my life. I was 19 years old at the time, withdrawn from college, working my first full-time job in retail, and in an extremely unhealthy relationship. I was isolated from my friends and family. I felt completely alone, unseen, and unloved. I didn’t know how to get myself out of that state of mind or being. On a dark night in January 2006, heartbroken and helpless, I sat on the floor of my bedroom trying to convince myself to commit suicide. I don’t remember the day because a lot of that time is a blur. But I remember that night clearly. I remember the way my body felt. It was hollow, aching, and exhausted. Tears poured from my eyes and onto the carpet. I was telling myself over and over that no one loved me, that I was worthless, and that the world would be better off without me. My saving grace that night was that I didn’t want to really die, but I just didn’t want to live the way I had been. I may have hurt myself deeply that night, but I thank that young version of myself for staying in the fight. It would take another year before I got any relief from my pain, a beautiful 2 year respite, and then the inevitable resurfacing of patterns and habits in 2009 that had gone unhealed.
Despite all of that, she is the version of myself I am most grateful for. She decided to stop digging the hole she had been digging her whole life, to say there must be something other then this hole, and she looked up. She saw light. It might have been the tiniest speck of light really far away, but it was better than the endless darkness beneath her feet. She started to climb. She would slip and fall back into the hole, over and over, and she would cry. She would look up and say it’s impossible. But the ever present darkness surrounding her would make her start climbing again anyway, despite the seemingly impossible task ahead. She closed her eyes and asked for help. She didn’t know who she was asking, or if she were praying or begging, but she put her heart out there. And then a root appeared right when she needed it to, offering her a safe place to grab hold of so she wouldn’t fall back to the bottom. She never fell back to the bottom again, but the top was still so far away. The climb was the hardest thing she had ever done, but over time she came upon more roots that would help guide her to the top. The more she climbed, the stronger she became. She began learning to maneuver the vertical climb, adapting her body and mind to the struggle. More roots were presenting themselves the higher she climbed, some were so long she was able to lean on them when she needed to rest. She began to enjoy the struggle. The light continued to grow brighter. The impossible suddenly became possible. She climbed faster, harder, and more determined than ever. Until one day, she reached the top. She closed her eyes and began to cry as the light engulfed her. Now the hole was just a little dark speck on the ground that she had the freedom to walk away from. In order for her to make it to the top, she needed to make the decision to climb. If the roots hadn’t been there for her, she may never have made it. The roots had been there all along, she just needed to reach out for them. Once she began to walk away from the hole, she came upon a mountain. The mountain stands so tall she cannot see the top. She considered all the effort she just put into climbing out of the hole. She knew no one would fault her if she decided she had gone far enough and chose to just stay put. But she had witnessed the impossible become a reality of her own creation. She may have been covered in dirt, but she was stronger than ever. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that her life’s work would be to get as far up that mountain as possible. So she began to climb again.
I use this metaphor often to describe the 3 paths every human being always has the option of taking: digging themselves into a hole, staying unmoving where they are, or climbing to new heights. This paints a picture of the last ten years of my life. I was born in a hole my parents had created in their own lives, and all I knew was how to dig. The light was possibility. The roots were the people I have mentioned in this project, along with so many more. I needed help, people offered it, and I accepted it. What I am grateful for most in regards to myself is that I listened to these people. When they extended a hand, I took hold. They could have offered their help, advice, experiences, and friendship and I could have turned it away. I could have ignored what they were offering because I was too stuck in my dark story. I could have continued to believe the life I wanted was impossible. But I didn’t. I needed to find the will to live within myself, but I also needed to find those that could help guide me through unknown territory. I could not have made it to the top without them, and I could not have made it to the top without being me.
Now, let me really introduce myself. My name is Nikki Lanoue, and I am the happiest person I know. Every moment of every day I’m alive I design in a way to enhance my existence. I love who I am. I love how I spend my time. I love my body and what it does for me. I love my mind and what it’s capable of. I love my friends, as they are all the most amazing, loving people I’ve ever met. I love my family and accept everyone for exactly as they are. I exchange my time for money in ways that help make people feel better physically, mentally, emotionally, and/or spiritually. I take care of myself by eating well, exercising/moving daily, receiving bodywork, spending time with friends/family, spending time alone, meditating, and holding myself accountable to stay in the light. I travel the world. I’m self-employed. Anything that makes me feel uncomfortable, I lean into it instead of fleeing from it. Anything that challenges me, I embrace as something that will help me grow stronger. I learn from my mistakes, my experiences, other people, and books. I am honest. I have integrity. I am loyal and responsible. Who I am on the inside is exactly who I project to the outside world.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to every single person who has had a positive impact in my life. I am here because you took the extra step, because you cared. In honor of all that these people have done for me, I will forever share my story and experiences in the hopes that I can have the same impact on someone else the way these people have had such a profound impact on me. I now risk being seen as the person that might be a little over the top, that might share too much, that might go on rants about the amazing aspects of life she has experienced. I will forever share the books I read, or give shout outs to those I love on social media. I will continue to make an effort to touch the hearts of others in a way mine has been touched.
I love myself. In the truest, deepest way I’ve ever experienced love. No one on the Earth will ever know me as well as I know myself, or love me as much as I love myself, because I am the only person that is with me every single moment of my existence. This is what I hope to inspire in others. How can anyone learn to speak the language of love if they’ve never heard it spoken before? We need each other to thrive as a tribe, but being the person you want to be and having the life you want can only come from within. When we want to see change in our lives and in the world, we must first change ourselves.
I was given the seed of change 10 years ago. I have grown into a brilliant tree that will continue to reach for the light as long as I live. My roots will continue to grow firmly into the ground so that others may have something to grab hold of when they need it. I will continue to drop fruits from my branches in hopes that new seeds of change will grow. My tree stands amongst a forest of other amazing trees. In this forest, all are encouraged to climb.
"Tell Me You Kings Horses
And All You Kings Men
What's the Use of Fixing What Will Only Break Again"
Heartbroken - Meaghan Smith
I'm Still Heartbroken!
you can see where the color seeped under the masking. i sent it back to spectrum to fix it. they didn't.
一千個傷心的理由 . 張學友
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At age 18-and-a-half, my beautiful Zuul left us yesterday, at home and in my lap, with the assistance of a compassionate vet.
I am beyond heartbroken, but we were so privileged to share our lives with her for so many years, and every day was a treasure.
Our grumpy girl will live forever in our hearts <3
(13:36:53) Just moments after seeing on the teevee that Mittens quit, I walked outside my conference and into a crowd of what appear to be besuited young Republicans -- at the CPAC/YAF conference next door! Too bad these particular junior plutocrats picked a loser.
(Doh, of course they already knew. Mittens announced it at the conference.)
In any case, I had to flee across the bridge to Adams Morgan for lunch. Good thing I packed an Obama for Senate button.
Aerial dance performance telling the story of a heartbroken girl who is literally swept off her feet by an intriguing stranger.
Outside the National Theatre on the Southbank.
Taken at the afternoon and evening performances.
This is my sister Cheryl Ann, probably when she was a junior or senior in high school. The picture was on my brother's Facebook page, so he must have acquired it at some point as Dad was downsizing and passing along his things. I'm sure I've seen the picture before, but I guess I forgot how dang pretty Cheryl was. Cool, confident, and seemingly content with being the middle child, she rarely complained about anything. She just went about her own business her own way, and still does. She's independent, like the rest of her siblings, to the point where we rarely see her or each other.
I haven't seen Cheryl in a couple of years - not since Dad's funeral. Part of that may be because she was infected with Trump Derrangement Syndrome through her daughter, who went to college and knows everything about everything. (After all, she went to college, and you didn't..) In fact, all of my siblings have been sucked into swallowing the drivel being fed to us by the mainstream used-to-be media.
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The funny part is they think *I* am the one who changed. That's not true. I haven't changed a lick. If dad was alive, they could ask him what he thought about the Biden administration or any one party in Congress spending money by the trillion. They could ask him who he thought the "wanna-be dictator" really is, and who the "dictatorial tyrant" is.
I don't recall Dad ever saying whether he was a Democrat or Republican, but he wouldn't have any trouble figuring out who is riding roughshod over Americans and who is hellbent on making America into a Socialist nation. And he would be heartbroken to watch his children being led willingly to the slaughter by a bunch of dishonest Globalist Socialists pretending to "care".
It wasn't Trump who admitted to going around the law and the Constitution by having the CDC declare renters couldn't be evicted, and having OSHA write new rules (not laws.. rules..) forcing employers to do what the Federal Government is prohibited from doing. It isn't Trump threatening peoples careers and ability to feed their family if they don't kneel and accept the vaccine.
It isn't Trump who decided unilaterally to withdraw from Afghanistan, abandoning and betraying our few remaining allies, and arming our most determined and dangerous enemies. Nope. That was Biden and his unseen advisors. Dad wouldn't have any trouble seeing that, but I'm glad he didn't have to, after serving in the Marines and swearing to defend against "enemies foreign and domestic". He might have to actually DO something.
This picture is just pain. Today I went to hospital to have a heart test, nothing majour I asked for one because I havn't been feeling right for years. I constantly have chest tightness and fast heart beats etc, but doctors always say its anxiety, I hate the nhs. So this picture is pain. You need to look closer at the photo..View On Black
poem by Shakespeare from the play merchant of Venice, I like his other plays but not this one because its anti-Semitic. There were no Jews living in England at that time they weren't allowed, so it was highly unlikely that Shakespeare had ever met a jew.
She cries and cries.
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In this picture Aladdin may be heartbroken, but I was elated that I got to see my favorite Aladdin perform :)
Every once in a while I get lucky, and I get to see one of my favorite Aladdins performs. He doesn’t perform near as often as he used to, but every once in a while you might see him performing as Aladdin :)
This particular Aladdin was nice enough to stop and talk with me and my dad when we ran into each in Hollywood Pictures Back lot before seeing my 99th showing of Aladdin. I will include a link to the original story below :)
Taken in Aladdin a Musical Spectacular on 7/4/2011 during the 2:20 performance.
神があなたとともに居ますように…
kami ga anata to tomoni imasu youni
God be with you. 神があなたとともにありますように［おられますように］
My heart and my prayers go out for the people of Japan today!!!
In their honor: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj1z29uxmhY&feature=related
I have a cousin and his family now living in Japan but his
mom has heard from him and he and his family are all okay.
Also am very thankful to have learned Flickr's
MartianCat & her husband Yoji in Japan are okay.
Forgiveness
Original 18x24 Oil on Panel
Rock-n-Soul Angels
The Heartbroken Hippie holds her caged heart admist a Prussian-indigo blue sky.
Unforgiveness blocks love and cages the heart. Forgiveness is letting go of everything but love.
Love and forgive without condition. Anything else is an illusion against love.To love is empowering oneself and it is why we are here, and there is nothing to be protected from except the blocks created to obstruct love. The Matrix
Abbreviated: Corinthians 13: 4-8
"Love...does not keep a record of wrongs...Love does not fail."
"I really want to tell you, I'm sorry." Chicago (Hard for Me to Say I'm Sorry)
"When given the choice between being right and being kind, choose kind."
Dr. Wayne Dyer
And for all the naysayers out there, "of course, the Angel is a hippie--she wears blue eye shadow and listens to Hendrix for crying out loud!!!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnXQZBaA6GQ
Haha! 😛
Every single doll I've customized takes a little piece of my heart with them, but this one is a different kind of special. I had been Facebook friends with Jacqueline Wilton for a few months when I learned about the news her only daughter had suddenly gained her wings too soon, one year ago. I am an empath but this was different, as a mom I was heartbroken, I started following all her posts and I started feeling them deep inside my soul. I wanted to do something, I wanted to make it all better, even though I knew there wasn't anything I could say or do that could help her feel any better. I thought about offering a doll for her, after all, that's all I had to offer besides a few comforting words, I wondered if that could bring a little bit of sunshine during such a dark event, but at the same time, I didn't want to be insensitive, or inopportune. So I just thought about it, for months, without saying anything. Jacquie and I had never really spoken much other than some light interaction on Facebook. One day Jacquie randomly messaged me asking me about my customs. I knew this was a sign. I knew it was meant to be. This was my chance to be a blessing to a fellow mother. And so, after months of waiting and planning it, here she is: a tribute to Jessie.
I can't say working on her was easy, I put too much pressure on myself, I wanted her to be a perfect representation of Jessica. I talked to Jacquie about what she liked, how she wanted me to portray her, and this doll right here, is the end result. All gorgeous eye chips were sent by Jacquie and are by Chantilly Lace Blythe Customs.
I know this doesn't take all your pain away Jacquie but I really do hope she brings you a little message of love. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Xx
Sometimes I wish I were heartless. Sometimes I wish I weren't so tender-hearted and so easily drawn in by love. Sometimes I wish I knew how to speak my mind, say how I really feel, instead of being so afraid of hurting other people.... so ready to be hurt myself instead.
Sometimes I think it would just be easier to cut my heart out.
Kiss my lips, take the razor, and do it for me?
We are all extremely heartbroken. Earlier this month Bruno passed away. He was only ill for a very short time, but a very aggressive lymphoma took him from us after only a week of symptoms. There was absolutely nothing we could do except for loving him and giving him comfort care.
Every year since 2008 we have done a family Canada day photo with us four humans and the dogs together in a shot. We are also often a little delayed in shooting it so calling it a "Canada Day photo" is a rough approximation at best.We keptt getting delayed by busyness of schedules and weather. But when we knew Bruno was ill it was time to put on the t shirts and head out for the photo - in the beginning of October. I don't usually post family photos here, but this summed him up. He was the centre of everything and he knew it. He thrived in it. And we loved him for it. We miss him so much that it hurts.
Much of the write-up below is from a post in Eva's project in the 52 weeks group as we posted it there first.
He was such a great dog and a big personality. We miss him more than can be imagined.
In his 9 years with us he made us smile every day.
He entered our life full of energy and lack of self control by diving head first into a McDonalds bag within 10 minutes of being in our car, and when we pulled him out he had his mouth full of french fries.
In many ways he never grew up. He was always there, inserting himself into family fun, love, sadness, and chill time. He loved life wherever we were - at home, at the lake, or traveling to and from the lake.
He was confident that everyone loved him, to the point that he once climbed in a minivan that wasn't ours while he was on a loose lead and my wife was chatting to someone on the street. When she spotted him he was begging for goldfish crackers from the kids in their car seats.
He loved the water and dock jumping like no one else. He jumped so well that people would stop their boats to watch the show he was putting on.
Many times he landed on Eva while jumping off the dock. For some reason she stopped jumping with him.
Even though he loved water, he hated the canoe. One the one canoe ride we did with him he shook uncontrollably and then jumped out almost tipping the canoe so he could swim back to shore. We made it about 100 feet from the dock.
His brains were not smart. And that was perfect. He never figured out that when someone walked past the back of the house in the park they did not teleport to our front window.
He was just tall enough to peek his eyes over the edge of the kitchen table to catch blueberries that we rolled to him at breakfast.
His most heinous crime was once knocking Eva over while she was pooping. A crime that he found so funny that he ran around the yard with the biggest smile until she tackled him and disciplined him (which he let her do even though she was half of his weight).
When he got excited he lost all semblance of self control. He once dragged my daughter through deep snow while she held onto his lead because he spotted a dog that he wanter to say hi to about 200 yards away.
He is the one that let Aggie stop being so scared. Aggie trusted him so much that she would do whatever he did. Including demanding brushing after he was done and coming in for fake ear wipes whenever we needed to treat him for an ear infection/yeast overgrowth. During her first year as a 52 week dog he was in the room with her for almost every photo.
If you needed a laugh, he was there for you. If someone needed a hug he was happy to join in. If someone needed a cry, he would let them cry into his fur in a quiet and strong hug.
Every time he went to the vet he would climb on and off the scale repeatedly trying to get a cookie every time he went on it. He would also eat Aggie's cookies when she was too scared. He also shoved his face in every cat carrier to see if the cats wanted to say hi.
He loved yelling at squirrels at the lake. Even if he didn't know where they were.
He once ate half a role of paper towels on a car trip to the lake, then had white poops for the next three days,
His bottom teeth were crooked, his breath was sweet, and he required 30 minutes of hair care every time he went swimming.
He would bring his water toy to us every day at the lake asking to go for a swim. Even when the lake was frozen solid in the middle of winter.
He loved cuddling but would over heat. His favorite toys were stuffed dinosaurs, especially the tiny 4 inch long one that I bought by mistake on Amazon.
He wore hats and sunglasses better than anyone else. He never learned how to shake a paw, but he did learn that if he walked between your legs he could get a butt scritchie (deep finger scratch/pet on his hips). He also learned to slap you if you stopped petting before he was done.
He was everyone's friend. He had trouble posing for pictures as he never figured out that stay command - it made no sense why he should be ten feet away when he wanted to be right beside you.
He made the best COVID Santa posing for photos with our kids in his Santa costume when the mall Santas were closed. Even though the "large" Santa costume from Amazon was way too small so he wore it like a crop top.
He gave us over 3,390 perfect happy days. And we will miss him forever.
Eva and Aggie are doing okay, but the house sure does seem quiet without his big hairy happy presence. Our hearts hurt, but he gave us so much of his heart over the years that we will heal and keep his memory with us forever.
Uhhhh... I thought the music looked good with the picture.. lol
It's my clarinet music.. JINGLE BELLS!
Anyways, I might kidnap my brothers guitar later for some pis (:
song of the day. -Please listen, it's a beautiful song... and if this link doesnt work, try this.
I have no school the rest of the week because of the HORRIFYING weather conditions.. I'm kinda disappointed because we were gonna get out of schol May 19, but now we're getting out May 27 DD: ... you might think WOW that's early! But the thing is, we started August 13 which is pretty early compared to the other school districts... but oh well :\\
Have a great rest of the week!
Leah- if you're reading this..... we NEED to get that golfish for our picture we were gonna do like..... a long time ago (:
And we need to go to Hobby Lobby and buy sparkles and stuff for pics lol
My dad told me this and I think it has been one of the most comforting things I have heard.
He truly was a shinning light and now he is the brightest star in the sky.
I will never forger you. xx
This was inspired by my two friends who have been going through bad break ups. :/
I hope they feel better soon. <3
Having left Thornfield, a heartbroken Jane finds herself alone, penniless and starving on the moors. Utterly exhausted, she lies down in a final act of surrender to the elements.
Watch programmes from BBC Four's Gothic Literature Collection.
Image: BBC Copyright, 2006
Yes! Of Course we were all heartbroken when ZUMANITY by Cirque du Soleil went permanently Dark during the height of the 2020 Coronavirus Global Pandemic! 😷 But now it’s 2024 and you and your very lovely lady really do need to come here and see this 'Mad Apple' show! It’s Very Exciting!! 😁
Devin,
I miss you. I miss us. I wish we didn't break up. Do you remember the first time we met? And the first time we hugged, and laid down together? Do you remember our first kiss, and the first time we said I love you face to face?
We've had our arguments...we've had a lot of them. We've cried. We've missed each other. We've had our rough times.
We've also had a lot of fun. Remember how much I surprised you? And our stupid little games..like toe bop-it? And that ball and the fridge door game? You let me win that one -_- The fair was fun too, besides you getting mad at me.
I love you more than anything in this whole entire world. I want to spend the rest of my existence on Earth with you.
You're my babe, my bestfriend, and my grasshopper. Be my boyfriend again :/
- Shauna.
I set this up in movie form because my life was like a movie with him. He made me feel infinite. I miss that.
I woke up and rolled over and you where gone
I started my day again all alone
The last we spoke has been so long ago
I keep wondering if we will ever meet again!!!!
Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix (9/18/2009 - 3/2/2012) Probable cause of death: Great Horned Owl. Heartbroken.
I am young, and so are you.
This is wrong, but who am I to judge?
I feel like heaven when we touch
I guess, for me this is enough
We're one mistake for being together
Let's not ask why it's not right
I won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight...
~metro station-seventeen forever
i changed some of the words to
fit my feelings.. toward my loss
Oil on Canvas
1952
“Rolanda, heartbroken over the end of her marriage to artist Miguel Covarrubias, depicts herself in turmoil; in the background, a volcano spews skeletons, dancers, and body parts. Many figures represent the Mexico City dance company Covarrubias directed, where he met his second wife. At lower right, a small Rolanda fights a clock, a symbol of her passing youth. Although the painting is one of despair, Rolanda’s clothing shows her allegiance to Mexico, the country she adopted through her husband.”
In Wonderland: The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artists in Mexico and the United States
Haiti #Wecare
We’re heartbroken with the amount of devastation Mathew has left behind in Haiti and we want to pull all our efforts in to help as much as we can.
Please join us in an very Special Master Class with all the Zumba Star Instructors to help us raise as much funds as possible. All the proceeds will go to:
Prodev
Our talented team will come together on Sunday December 4th from 12:00-2:30 PM to deliver an exceptional experience with the single goal to help and give. Be ready to dance for 90min non stop with our all star Team.
Here are some the instructors that will be present:
Volha
Angelina
Bryan
Yxia
Rene
Josip
Celeste
Anna
Edmee
Will
Idania- She is flying back from Miami just for you!
Photography by Hiroshi Ishikawa