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We are heartbroken. Our dearest Tino has crossed the rainbow bridge. Vet exam said some kind of possible heart trouble and a little fluid around the lungs...said he's seen it with other rexes. Very unexpected. We will miss you dear Velveteeno. I will miss your softness, your silliness, and seeing you on the deck, gazing out at the ocean like an old sea captain. May you enjoy your new territory over the rainbow bridge, Regal One.
an alright day,
lessons were boring, english exam, biology, and french.. the only alright lesson was pe where we did stoolball in the rain, was a laugh ;)
done some history revision, gunna fail that one..
then pretty much reminded myself of all the times ive screwed up, beautiful.
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Anyone know what type this is?
Anyway, I was tagged and didn't wanna post it under my 366 photo, so here it is:
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
Somewhere between the first two...haha.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
My birthdayyy.
Do you want to be single?
No...haha. It gets old after almost 20 years ;P.
Have you pretended to like someone?
Well, yes. Professors, for instance...
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
Not really, no.
What would you name your future daughter?
uhhh. I dunno. I don't really like kids...haha.
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yeah. Unless I don't want to.
Are you listening to music right now?
I was listening to the "true oldies station" on my way home, but another station kept fading in. It was a strange combination of "Jet Airliner" and "Get off of my Cloud."
How is your heart lately?
Happy.
Are you wearing socks?
I can't stand socks.
-What do people call you?
Nicole, Cole, Hippie, or Juge Judy.
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
...haha, yes.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
Five minutes ago. :3
Do you get stressed out easily?
Nope.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Depends.
What is on your wrists right now?
Bracelets and hair ties.
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
I've never had cider, so...hot chocolate.
Are you a good artist?
Hah! not at all.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
No. The wrong people were in my life. Not there any more. I'm much happier now.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
Texting yes.
Do you use chap stick?
Yep.
Do you have a little sister?
Nope.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Five minutes ago :3
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Alternating between sleeping and texting.
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
I've never kissed anyone. Unless eskimo kisses count. In which the anwer would be no.
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
If eskimo kisses count, yes. If not, well. I've never legitimately kissed anyone...
-Will next Friday be a good one?
Yes..there's a swing dance! :D
Though still totally heartbroken over Miss Maybelle, we couldn't resist adopting this tiny ragamuffin! She was found wandering the streets of Portland with a hurt paw, a kitty flu, and her fur all in mats... so sad!
Clean & Serene For FOURTEEN!!! It’s Hard To Believe It’s Been Since November 1st 2007 That I’ve Surrendered To The Disease of Addiction and Haven’t Put A Mind-Altering or Mood-Changing Substance In My System!! All The Love Always Now As I Thank My GOD, My Family, My HomeGroup, My Sponsor, My Friends, My Kids ~ The List Could Go On & On + On Without Ends… But Specifically The NA Program for Offering Me HOPE When I Was Heartbroken + Hopeless, Feeling Helpless and Worthless ~ Breathed Life Back Into Me When I Was Lifeless By Providing Me A Proven Path + A Purpose 💜 Stay Involved With Something Positive and Step Aside from The Negative ~ I Promise It’s The Hardest Thing To Do, But Pick Up That Pen and Answer Some Questions About What’s Affecting You Within and Take A Look At You! Today I Live Free & Love True + Consider Myself Fortunate I Found The Way Out With The People Who Showed Me The Way Through!! WE Come In All Makes & Models, Shapes & Sizes, Colors + Styles!! What I Hear In Recovery Is Music To My Ears: TRUTH, Experience, Strength, Hope, Solution ~ A Program When Practiced Paves The Way To Walk In Universal Love & Acceptance Through Spiritual Guidance Helping Others Who Struggle Get This!! I Love My Family For Never Giving Up On Me, My Aunt & Uncle Taking A Chance On Me, Strangers Who Showed Me Love Until I Could Love Me, People Working In Facilities & Working A Program, Carrying Commitments and Handling Me With Care Without Judging Me 💜 Without All of This I’d Never Be In The Position To Meet Brittany & Now Be Married With Our Two Beautiful Happy Girls, 💝💞💝 Kenni & Reese 💖💞💖 Just Living Something Like A Dream It Seems Like A Life So Full of Love + Light It’s Like The Best Thing In The World!! 💕💞💕 I Love You All ~ I Pray for Everyone ~ I Love You and Thank You GOD ~ I Really Can’t Say All This Stuff Enough! But Tell Me How Do You Sum Up 14 Years of Freedom and Love?!?! 💜 It’s Been Challenging, Humbling, Radical, Beautiful, Heartbreaking, Backbreaking, Epic, Adventurous, Questionable, Draining, Motivational, Inspirational, But Overall Spectacular + Miraculous Above All ~ To See Where I Was Back Then, November 1st 2007, To Here Right Now ~ November 1st 2021! 💜 All Souls Day & Definitely All The Souls That Conspired To Find Mine Shine Bright On This Big Deal of A Day! ✨ I Finally Have Over A Year More Clean & Serene Living The Program Than I Did Using and Losing In Active Addiction (Between 12-13 Years Since I Started Off Getting Lost So Young) ~ And That Just Blows My Mind, To Have 14 Years Clean & Serene Livin’ The Dream Without Using One Time! 💜 Major Milestone To Know Today, Every Just for Today Living This Way, I Am Not Nor Will I Ever Be Alone! 💜 Special Shout Out To My Sister Jenn for Making Me This Custom Shirt for My Celebration: CLEAN & SERENE ~ SERENITY KICK That Disease In The Neck Cause It Needs No Respect! Follow The Three Ss of SucceSS: Stepwork, Sponsorship, Service ~ You Will NOT Lose and You Will Become A Grateful Recovering Addict In The Process and A GRATEFUL ADDICT WILL NOT USE!! ~ You Don’t Gotta Be 110 In All 3, But If You Actively Participate In All Three: You Will Be As Free As You Wanna Be!!! 💜💜💜 So As For Me, With Fourteen Years Clean, You Wanna Know What I’m Doin’ Right Now, I Just Got Home from My HomeGroup and I Went Into The Kitchen and Scrubbed My Brita-Pitcher Clean and Serene & Replaced The Filter So My Babies Have The Cleanest Water To Drink Fresh With Every Juice + Milk Bottle They Need! So This Is My Life Now, And I Absolutely Love It ~ Without GOD, Without The NA Program, My Loyal Friends & Fam, The Positive People In The Fellowship Pushin’ Me Forward Helpin’ Me Learn From Lookin’ Backward (And Inward), The New Ones Who Need The Example Of Integrity Actin’ True To My Word, The Ones Who Know What It’s Like To Have Nothin’ and Turn The Faintest Trace of Light Into Somethin’ ~ Without YOU, Without WE, Without US, There’s No ME and I Simply Could Not Have Done It!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💜 Here’s To 14 Clean & Serene Full of HOPE, Life, Love + Light Bursting At The Seam 💜 *TJ Russell* 💜 11.1.2007 ~ 11.1.2021 ~ Fourteen Years of Freedom And Beyond…
for the love project.
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love forever lost to death. it sounds cliché. yet it's a theme that's touched my heart and threatens to continue touching it. love, so thrilling at times that its emotional heights defy adequate description, is also this painful. could one even recognize such heights without this bottom threatening, reminding lovers to appreciate what they have? i think not.
and this is why there is so much beauty in love lost. quietly, sometimes violently, it reminds us of the exquisite. though stylized, i hope my image captures some small measure of that quality.
shot with two strobes, both camera left, one bounced off ceiling for general illumination and the other for side lighting.
Frankie D. and Dirk Diggler spin the sweetest soul, sophisticated jazz, dirtiest funk with a splash of hip-hop at the Studio 80 in Amsterdam.
"So my girl Ryder left. I am so heartbroken. Who will I talk shit with? Anyways I got 1st. I knew it. But that major flop Melrose got her way, and we got sent to fucking Tokyo. Ew. Like I don't get it. Melrose was talking non-stop the entire flight. She even was teaching the other girls Japanese. Like ew. I sat alone because I was still heartbroken because Ryder left. Any ways here is how the theme shoots will go. Rose didn't know how to say harajuku, and she didn't even know what it was, so she just piled accessories ontop of her and wore some shirt with Japanese words on it. Probably said "flop". Rose is in the bottom two. Melrose over does her "harajuku japan" look and looks very "gang-bang-guro" mixed with "Hello Kitty's dumpster". She is second place. And Lola does a decent job, but gets bottom 2 with Rose, because Melrose sucks all of the producer's dicks and always will be second. I of course win. So that is how it will play out. Kthanxbyeee <3 XOXOXOXO Misty <3" BTW. This is just Misty's character. I was just poking fun at my peasants...er..... I mean competitors <333
I'm heartbroken! I was just gently trying to brush my Kenner's hair and to style her bangs with my fingers when a whole plug just came off! I couldn't have been more gentle and yet this happened!!! I feel like crying! :(
She lies upon the sofa,
limbs heavy as stone,
her face pressed into the worn fabric,
soaking it with salt and grief.
The room is still but for the sound of her sobs,
a fragile rhythm of heartbreak
echoing louder than any clock upon the wall.
Her hair spills like a dark river across the cushions,
her shoulders quake beneath the weight of memories,
and her hands clutch at nothing—
for all she held has slipped away again.
Once more, love has left her hollow,
and in the quiet aftermath,
the sofa becomes her refuge,
her battlefield,
her altar of sorrow.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Just after the final whistle in Nuremburg. The Dutch heartbroken by their defeat while Portugal march on.
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.
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.
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
Frankie D. and Dirk Diggler spin the sweetest soul, sophisticated jazz, dirtiest funk with a splash of hip-hop at the Studio 80 in Amsterdam.
Misty’s Big Adventure are heartbroken to announce the death of their friend, musician, composer, songwriter and band leader Gareth Jones, aka Grandmaster Gareth. He died at his home in Birmingham, UK. He was 41.
We shared this terrible news on our Facebook and Instagram pages late on Thursday night, as soon as we felt able to express our grief in words:
To all the lovely fans of Misty’s Big Adventure, we have some very sad and difficult news to share with you all.
Gareth sadly passed away on Sunday.
He left us the day after a truly joyous home gig at the Hare & Hounds where we were surrounded by pure love and friendship. To everyone who has attended our gigs, shared in our performances, listened to our music and given us so much in return we are overwhelmingly grateful, and we shall never forget you. We made something beautiful. We are so sorry to have to share this devastating news with you all.
Gareth, the world is truly changed without you.
All our love to you at this difficult time. Please take care and reach out to friends, family and the people you love. Share your burden.
Grandmaster Gareth’s band – our band – Misty’s Big Adventure – was founded in Birmingham, UK, in 1996. We were teenagers. Most of us are in our forties now. The band was our life, our family, our creative purpose. We released five studio albums, numerous tour CDs, a Best Of compilation, and were due to begin work on our next album. We performed live all over the UK and Europe, and met so many wonderful people, and we hope that we added a splash of joyful colour to this world with our music.
The late great John Peel was a supporter of Gareth’s music, commissioning a Peel Session Monster Melody and famously declaring Gareth to be “the new God”.
In addition to his work with Misty’s Big Adventure, and releasing a series of solo albums, Grandmaster Gareth collaborated with many artists including Broadcast, Jeff Lewis, Pram, The Zutons, The Retro Spankees, Dog Food, Brute Force, Kimya Dawson, Noddy Holder, Gruff Rhys, and Sir Patrick Moore. He was Musical Director for the Creation Theatre Company, Oxford, for whom he composed a number of scores and musical arrangements. He wrote the theme tunes for Dave Gorman’s BBC2 series Genius and for Jimmy Carr’s Comedy Cuts on BBC Radio 2. He also composed music for video games, including Pool Panic, Loot Rascals, and Surgeon Simulator 2. His community music projects with adults and children in Birmingham were a joy he embraced whenever the opportunity arose.
Misty’s Big Adventure are heartbroken to announce the death of their friend, musician, composer, songwriter and band leader Gareth Jones, aka Grandmaster Gareth. He died at his home in Birmingham, UK. He was 41.
We shared this terrible news on our Facebook and Instagram pages late on Thursday night, as soon as we felt able to express our grief in words:
To all the lovely fans of Misty’s Big Adventure, we have some very sad and difficult news to share with you all.
Gareth sadly passed away on Sunday.
He left us the day after a truly joyous home gig at the Hare & Hounds where we were surrounded by pure love and friendship. To everyone who has attended our gigs, shared in our performances, listened to our music and given us so much in return we are overwhelmingly grateful, and we shall never forget you. We made something beautiful. We are so sorry to have to share this devastating news with you all.
Gareth, the world is truly changed without you.
All our love to you at this difficult time. Please take care and reach out to friends, family and the people you love. Share your burden.
Grandmaster Gareth’s band – our band – Misty’s Big Adventure – was founded in Birmingham, UK, in 1996. We were teenagers. Most of us are in our forties now. The band was our life, our family, our creative purpose. We released five studio albums, numerous tour CDs, a Best Of compilation, and were due to begin work on our next album. We performed live all over the UK and Europe, and met so many wonderful people, and we hope that we added a splash of joyful colour to this world with our music.
The late great John Peel was a supporter of Gareth’s music, commissioning a Peel Session Monster Melody and famously declaring Gareth to be “the new God”.
In addition to his work with Misty’s Big Adventure, and releasing a series of solo albums, Grandmaster Gareth collaborated with many artists including Broadcast, Jeff Lewis, Pram, The Zutons, The Retro Spankees, Dog Food, Brute Force, Kimya Dawson, Noddy Holder, Gruff Rhys, and Sir Patrick Moore. He was Musical Director for the Creation Theatre Company, Oxford, for whom he composed a number of scores and musical arrangements. He wrote the theme tunes for Dave Gorman’s BBC2 series Genius and for Jimmy Carr’s Comedy Cuts on BBC Radio 2. He also composed music for video games, including Pool Panic, Loot Rascals, and Surgeon Simulator 2. His community music projects with adults and children in Birmingham were a joy he embraced whenever the opportunity arose.
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.
Kite: Look at Angel's sweet face, he's so breaking my heart... How could they do that to Cordy... He soooo needs her!!! It's totally unfair...
- Err, wait.... you're talking and crying about...
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//FRENCH//
Kite: Regarde comme Angel est adorable, il me brise le coeur... Comment ils ont pu faire ça à Cordelia??? Il a tellement besoin d'elle... c'est trop injuste...
- Euh, attends... tu parles et tu pleures à cause de...
A Morgana estava de coração partido e a Monsoon veio dar um apoio.
Morgana is heartbroken an Monsoon came to lift her spirit.
Danbo was not really Happy with me...rather he was "Heart Broken" due to the fact that i didnt believe him in that girl matter...he was saying that i should have talked to him before blaming!!!
now he has something else in his mind...he just left the room when i was sleeping this Sunday noon and gone to a place where he can,you know ******!!!!!! He was making faces like Ajay Devgan [do u feel the same]
.....i rush to the place when someone called me up and told me about Danbo...
The UNC Tar Heels women defeated Notre Dame 2-1 to win their 18th national women's soccer title at SAS Soccer Park in Cary, NC on Sunday, December 3, 2006. UNC's goals were scored by Casey Nogueira and Heather O'Reilly.
Who'da thunk Monday nights could be SO MUCH damn fun?!?
Beautiful girls, tremendous music, plenty of booze, and all in a great venue!
I'm sold!
Heartbroken:
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
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I know you won't come back.... We just were not meant to be. But my heart will take life long time to accept this unbearable truth.
1. Lust, 2. Those lips that Love's own hand did make..., 3. HEARTBROKEN, 4. life on standby, 5. VANITY, 6. Heartbroken, 7. Untitled, 8. No One Can Save Me The Damage Is Done, 9. FaLLeN, 10. Too Far Gone, 11. Tough love, 12. The end ?, 13. In Every Dream Home a Heartache, 14. Too much weight, 15. what a beautiful piece of heartache, 16. Message in a Bottle, 17. One Last Cry, 18. Heart Pin, 19. I will get there, 20. consumption, 21. Lust, 22. Via Col Vento, 23. love hates you, 24. The thin line between Love&Hate, 25. Exit