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Heartbroken at the loss of two 30 year old healthy ash trees in a neighbouring garden. The council cut them down in preparation for moving in a new family (who gets no say in the matter). The trees formed a green wall at one side of the house, shade and calm from all the windows and the garden. In spring and autumn large numbers of wood pigeons would eat the young leaves and ash keys. Robins, blackbirds, tits, wrens and goldfinches enjoyed its shelter. So depressing 😢
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Our beloved Chelsea has left us tonight and we are heartbroken. Last week, her system completely shut down and the vet informed us she had Hemobartonella or microplasma, a rare blood disease here in Arizona. It has been a difficult week for my wife and I as we watched her steady deterioration, and when I arrived home tonight, her life had come to an end. She will be sorely missed.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Heartbroken:
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I have just got off the phone wiht Lance and I am in tears.
hammy is very unwell. She is sheking wiht each step - her breathing is lauboured and she collapsed outside her badding/ Lance is booking her into the vet tomorrow but he thinks this is it.
I am heartbroken. I wont even get to say goodbye. I miss her so much and I will never see her again.
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
My head perhaps... 'Cos I'm thinking with my heart...
I bought these new shoes because I loved them but I never actually stopped to think if they were confortable... they weren't, so now I'm in love and hurt... ironic huh?... happens everyday... :)
have a good one!
BJD Photo Challenge Week 1 -- Origin.
Staring:
Alex: Dollmore Cold Heartbroken Kara Klum
Isis: Dollmore Eve Biwol
David: Migidoll Ryu (technically he's wearing the Cynical head atm)
Not only are they my 3 first characters (pretty much in order) but what I'm (still, heh heh) writing about is the first time they met. So their origin. but I have to finish it first...
I'll be posting it here: paintitblackstudio.blogspot.com
This photo inspired me to give Alex a hairs cuts. His hair is a disaster in this photo.
EDIT: Posted! :D
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Hello,
I wanted to share the Happy Tail of Cleo's adoption with you. I adopted Cleo in June 2012 during a very dark period of my life. I had just moved back to Rochester and, in the chaos of the move, my not-quite-2-year-old Tortie, Sable, (also a Lollypop kitty) had escaped through an open window. "Heartbroken" cannot begin to describe my despair. I fell in a deep depression, spending every waking moment searching my new apartment complex for my missing Sable. Finally, my family convinced me that I needed to move on.
I looked at four kittens before the incredibly patient shelter volunteer brought in Cleo. She was tiny, just over two pounds, and the moment she spied the teaser I dangled on the adoption screening room floor, she catapulted her tiny body towards me, attacking the feathers with teeny teeth. She had the most unique fur I had ever felt on a cat--downy and so fluffy, like a baby chick or a bunny. Best of all, I thought, she was Sable's physical antithesis: white to Sable's black, and with enough baby energy to keep me fully engaged.
Not two weeks after I got Cleo home (once my petrifying fear that I would accidentally squash her by rolling over in my sleep finally wore off), I received a phone call. A woman had seen my "missing cat" posters. She had found Sable. She was down a third of her weight, desperately ill with a respiratory disease that necessitated a month of antibiotics, and had been missing 33 days--but she was alive.
I was so worried about having two cats--let alone one as tiny and rambunctious as Cleo. But these two are made for each other. They curl around each other like a YinYang symbol, grooming each other's heads and tails as extensions of their own. They chase each other through my tiny apartment and stampede together onto my bed, eagerly chirping for food each morning (For some reason, neither of them meow, but they both make a variety of chirps and "mrr" noises!) They happily share a litterbox and food station, and an entire basket of toys they both love to fetch! Once in awhile, Sable has to smack her little sister (who is now, at 9 months, just as big as her) down and remind her who's in charge, but they love each other. I am so grateful to Lollypop for my two furbabies!
Ashley Y.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Tick tock, out with the clock.
In my dreams I crawl into a crevice, wedge myself into the space between now and then. I turn my spine against the future, fold myself into you, and the world is forgotten. When sunshine tears my eyelids, our bodies, and my dreams apart, I can almost feel your hand in mine. Almost is never enough.
And sometimes it hurts to breathe without you.
- Devin Pickrell 6/19/13
For the heartbroken and defiantly single, have a Happy Anti-Valentines day.
And to everyone else, a Happy Valentines Day.
:)
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Never Reach My Heart
"Turn the lights off
Only the sound of hot sparks
On our skin
Take your shirt off, yes you know
Why we got here baby
Tonight we'll be
Drunk on love, nothing else
No shade of lonely
Please don't disturb me while I
pretend I'm happy
And we don't have any doubts
We were made for this
Scars on our skin
And canyons in our hearts
We are guided by
Our fears, stranger, hush
Don't say a word
Scratch my skin all you want
But you will never reach my heart
What's going on?
Of course you're just another
pretty face
to distract me from the truth
I'm trying to find that one
special soul
that glows even in the dark
as bright as neon lights
But I'll forget for one night
you're not what I want"
Another cover photo for a song written by Jeff Saima.
Lyrics & Voice: Larissa Henschel (Caroun Mohana)
Listen to the song here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7V4E7phz-68
Lost Duck Umbrella.
Duck Head.
Duck Feet.
Feathers Embedded in clear vinyl.
Totally heartbroken over loss
I dyed a mini munny (by submerging the munny in cold water fabric dye), added textural gloss, and painted it twice...and this is what happened
these two lovely lasses helped tremendously to keep Mei Mei out of the pool and out of trouble! they fed her lot's of food and drink though!
7-27-2011
Their father was killed by their fathers girlfriend Wednesday morning... Senseless! I'm speachless.
One of the worst days in my life. Just one of the worst. Not THEE worst. Just thought you'd all to know i am single....not my choice. but his, tis all the further i will speak about this wretched subject.
Alone...
& afraid.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
“Weep, Mothers, weep o'er the loss of your dear ones
The Fathers and Children who are strewn amongst the dead,
The Explosion has fill'd the whole district with sadness
For homes that are lonely, and hearts that have bled.
My partner is gone, and my children are missing-
Sobs a heartbroken Mother in agony wild;
Great God, can it be? We are parted for ever,
Shall I never more see my dear husband and child.
T'was but early today, they left our own dwelling,
Me thought they seem'd happy contented and free:
How he'd spend his Whit week my poor boy was telling,
As he bound away with his innocent glee.
He oft join'd in play with youthful companions,
In the hedges and lanes, he delighted to roam
It seems strange to me, that my poor lad has perish'd
Whilst his bosom companions are happy at home.
My dear husband kissed the sweet lips of our baby
In sorrow I think of it now 'tis past,
He bade us as usual a hearty good morning,
Nor thought for a moment it would be his last.
Last words, and last actions are ever endearing
We seldom forget what our dear ones have said,
Their last words and deeds, we treasure with fondness
We refer to them oft, when our loved ones are dead.
We miss each bright face in the family circle,
At their absence our hearts are bowed in despair;
We miss our dear child, when we see other children
And we weep o'er a father as we look at his chair.
The place where they sat round the table is vacant,
Their friend and companions, they called to resign:
What prayers the dear mothers have breathed for their safety,
E'er the fathers and sons have descended the mine.
Though they are dead they still live in a mother's affection,
She prays, O Father look down upon me
I trust to thy mercy in this hour of affliction
For I read that thou sav'd a thief on a tree.
Such conduct is worthy a wife and a mother
Whose love and affection is ever the same
She clings to her own where the heavens have darkened,
And she's faithful when enemies tarnish their flame.
There are sorrowing ones in the neighbourhood of Haydock,
God grant to them, his help may be given;
Though the present be dark may Hope fill the bosom,
That at last they shall meet with their lov'd ones in Heaven.
Let us each give our mite, in the cause of the widow-
To aid the poor orphans, there is room for each one;
If we give to the poor we lend to our maker
And to each willing helper he'll whisper “Well done”.”
[Unknown author, 1878. Printed copies were sold to raise money for the bereaved.]
“Weep Mothers Weep”, copper, 430mm x 430mm, Jim Plant, 2009
I just returned from Ron Ben-Israel's sugar flower class at Flour Confections in Toronto. What an incredible experience! Lisa was a fabulous hostess and Ron was amazing. Less than 30 minutes after my kids got home from school today, one of my boxes got dumped on the floor. His brother "made him do it"
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
This beautiful Iranian girl looked heartbroken, crying softly as the sun set. I took this shot, not wanting to invade her privacy further by moving forward and including her face (though it would have improved this photo greatly).
As I walked away, two policemen waved me over to their parked car. "That's a foreigner", they stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I know", I replied, maybe a little defensively, "I didnt take a picture of her face, I just thought it made a nice picture." At this point, I thought I was going to be reprimanded for harassing foreigners or something.
They simply stared at me before remarking, "She's sad..."
I nodded in agreement.
"...and beautiful." They smiled broadly. "Why don't you go talk to her? Ask her out. Make her happy!"
Ah, the Philippines. The police were trying to hook me up.
(Incidentally, I did ask if she was alright. And she smiled feebly through her tears. I dont think she understood English.)
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...Narcissus Tale..."
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... The river god Cephisus had once encircled Liriope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph, who gave birth to an exceptionally beautiful boy. Concerned about the welfare of such a beautiful child, Liriope consulted the prophet Tiresias regarding her son's future. Tiresias told the nymph that Narcissus would live to a ripe old age, "if he didn't come to know himself...
... When he had reached "his sixteenth year",every youth and girl in the town was in love with him, but he haughtily spurned them all.
One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?"...
And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone.
Narcissus left Echo heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained...
... Nemesis heard this prayer and sent Narcissus his punishment. He came across a deep pool in a forest, from which he took a drink. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and fell in love with the beautiful boy he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away for a while, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection of himself...
Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the bodyless Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to "the darkest hell" and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx....
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... El mito de Narciso..."
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... El dios-río Cefiso, después de raptar y violar a la náyade Liriope, engendró en ella a un joven de espléndida belleza, a quien dieron por nombre Narciso.
Preguntado sobre si el recién nacido tendría una larga vida, Tiresias, el sabio capaz de predecir el futuro, contestó cripticamente «Sí, siempre y cuando nunca se conozca a sí mismo..."
A lo largo de su vida, Narciso, va a provocar en hombres y mujeres, mortales y dioses, grandes pasiones, a las cuales no responde por su incapacidad para amar y para reconocer al otro.
Entre las jóvenes heridas por su amor estaba la ninfa Eco, quien había disgustado a Hera y por ello ésta le había condenado a repetir las últimas palabras de todo cuánto se le dijera. Eco fue, por tanto, incapaz de hablarle a Narciso de su amor por él, pero un día, cuando él estaba caminando por el bosque, acabó apartándose de sus compañeros. Cuando Narciso preguntó «¿Hay alguien aquí?», Eco contenta respondió: «Aquí, aquí». Incapaz de verla oculta entre los árboles, él le gritó: «¡Ven!». Después de responder: «Ven, ven», Eco salió de entre los árboles con los brazos abiertos. Narciso cruelmente se negó a aceptar su amor.
Tentado por Afrodita, al contemplar su imagen en el espejo de la superficie del agua, sintió una fascinación por su propia imagen de la que no pudo sustraerse. No podía tocar ni abrazar al ser que veía reflejado en el agua, pero tampoco podía apartar su vista de él.
Narciso, subyugado por la bella imagen de sí mismo que le devolvía el río, se retrajo de toda posible relación amorosa con otros seres, e incluso de atender sus propias necesidades básicas, y su cuerpo se fue consumiendo para terminar convertido en la flor narciso, una flor tan hermosa como maloliente.
Mientras tanto, Eco, consumida de melancolía, se retiró a una cueva donde su cuerpo también se consumió, quedando de ella solo una voz sin forma que repite, en la lejanía, la última frase o sílaba que se pronuncie..."
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