View allAll Photos Tagged Heartbroken
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
I am heartbroken. My Mum told me this afternoon that Orson Bean has died and most horrid way which makes it even more heartbreaking. He will always be the voice of Bilbo Baggins from the Rankin-Bass adaptation of The Hobbit from 1977. It may not be the best adaptation but it was the first one I ever saw and it got me excited for the book that I read many many times through my life and introduced me to Tolkien. I still remember the names of all the swords, though Bilbo's a dagger but big enough for a Hobbit. His voice always conveyed so much to me, even as a kid, I could feel his anguish and excitement and a bit of over-confidence (I do love maps, I have quite a collection you know). It played a big part in my life as well as with Star Wars, Indy and Arthur, among others. I even have the read along record and book. Plus, I have the VHS release and the DVD release as well. Though the DVD doesnt have the ambient sounds during the songs which is quite off putting after hearing a certain way for 40 plus years. This is the actual CED I watched as a kid.
I saw Orson on Twilight Zone years later, as the eccentric Mr. Bevis which really seemed to fit him well. He had a stories career and was always so endearing. Im sorry he had to go the way he did but Im happy that he touched so many with his talent.
Sad day.
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!
Nigerian lady who blocked her ex-boyfriend from reaching her since 2013, says she’s heartbroken after finding out he died last year
A Nigerian lady, Irene Lunguda is feeling guilty and heartbroken after she discovered that her ex-boyfriend whom she blocked from reaching her in ev...
www.thisdaynews.net/2018/08/10/nigerian-lady-who-blocked-...
I'm heartbroken to say goodbye to my boy. No amount of time can prepare me for this. My dear Mango was two months shy of his 15th birthday. I’m still having a hard time talking about it. It’s like if I keep it a secret, it might not be real.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
After being heartbroken about missing out on Pompadour the first time, Superfrock had an overstock sale this week with very few additional warehouse finds. I had a little help from a special someone (and my tax refund) and could finally bring her home this time. So happy! I hope I can debox her today but one of my first thoughts is that I love her hair. Super soft and superbly styled mohair...
When the news came, my parents were heartbroken and distraught. My dad and stepmom had been trying to have a baby for quite some time and had just learned that the chances were slim to none. That’s when they decided to participate in foster care. The idea of giving back to a family and allowing ours to grow at the same time was exactly what we were looking for. After many months of classes and tests, a two-year-old boy named Chase entered our lives.
At first I was very skeptical. A stranger was coming to live in my house and become part of my family. I didn’t know if I was ready for such a drastic change. With my sister at college, I was “big man on campus,” the baby, and most of all, my daddy’s little girl. I didn’t want to have to compete for his attention, but what I didn’t realize is that he would be competing for mine.
After the first month, I fell in love with Chase. He was very loving and filled with laughter. As soon as I got home I would run to find him and give him a huge hug. What were normally dirty chores, such as bath time and changing diapers, became extra time with him that I wouldn’t miss for the world. He grew with us and learned from us. I taught him as much as I could and played with him whenever there was a chance. He became my brother, just like flesh and blood. Then social services called.
Chase left us in December of 2007. My heart was shattered. I was more hurt than I had ever been in my entire life. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I sat with him in his room the night before, clinging to the last bit of time we had to spend together. Chase, oblivious to what was going to happen the next morning, smiled and laughed and then easily dozed off to sleep. The next morning I woke up and got Chase ready and held him as long as I could. When the social worker arrived and took him away, it seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. One minute he was sitting on my lap laughing and the next I was alone. There was no more time to be spent playing, teaching, or loving Chase.
I cried myself to sleep for the next week, but after a while, the pain started to ease. There are still times when I see his picture or walk by the room he once called home, that I feel sorrow and loneliness. I wonder how he is doing, and if his new family is treating him well. All I can do is hope and pray that he has a life full of accomplishments, success, and love.
I never thought that a little boy would force me to grow up so fast. I now know to cherish the time you have with others and to show as much love and care as possible. I have also learned to look for the good things in a situation and appreciate them instead of focusing on the bad.
Chase’s journey helped me through my own and although there is still a bit of sadness when I hear his name, I know that I am a stronger person because of him. Chase came into my life for only a short period of time, but he shaped the person I am today and I am forever grateful.
A. H.
Revolution -- "BROOKLYN: Andi Alpers is on the edge. She’s angry at her father for leaving, angry at her mother for not being able to cope, and heartbroken by the loss of her younger brother, Truman. Rage and grief are destroying her. And she’s about to be expelled from Brooklyn Heights’ most prestigious private school when her father intervenes. Now Andi must accompany him to Paris for winter break.
PARIS: Alexandrine Paradis lived over two centuries ago. She dreamed of making her mark on the Paris stage, but a fateful encounter with a doomed prince of France cast her in a tragic role she didn’t want—and couldn’t escape.
Two girls, two centuries apart. One never knowing the other. But when Andi finds Alexandrine’s diary, she recognizes something in her words and is moved to the point of obsession. There’s comfort and distraction for Andi in the journal’s antique pages—until, on a midnight journey through the catacombs of Paris, Alexandrine’s words transcend paper and time, and the past becomes suddenly, terrifyingly present." -- from www.barnesandnoble.com
This was a really good novel. I enjoyed reading it. The characters and the plot were interesting and I enjoyed the descriptions of 18th century Paris. The ending was good, but it felt like a few things were left unresolved that I thought could have been worked out before the novel came to a close -- especially Andi's relationship with her father.
Revolution -- Started: Apr. 7, 2013 Finished: Apr. 8, 2013
25 Book Challenge 2013 Book #24
After being literally heartbroken over shaving The big boy's ears a few weeks back, I really have grown to appreciate this look on him. The ear hair length is perfect to me. Now to find a comb for the clipper that will replicate this.......
Was heartbroken I couldn't reach any of the flowers to smell them :(
Pentax K1000
Lester A. Dine (Kiron) 105mm f2.8 macro lens
Kodak Ektachrome E100
Taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden
It feels like I'm stuck in the best fairytale in the world, or like I'm having the best dream that I could ever imagine, and I'm just so scared that I'm gonna open my eyes from the dream and maybe everything will just be all gone..
As I gazed into your eyes - something inside me forever changed...
You laid there by my side and gave me a smile that tore down the
walls surounding my Heart..
I found what I'd been looking for all along..
that magic feeling I could never have before..
I felt you there.. beside me.. taking my hand in yours..
When the tears faded away and I came to my senses -
You gave me a promise I'd been dying to hear since the moment we met..
You Told me that we'll always be together...
Time and space ceased to be.. Our threads of fate became one..
All the pain, doubt and fear in the world would not keep us apart..
Not anymore..
If I'd have died right then and there in your arms,
it wouldn't matter.. It still would have been the happiest moment
of my life.. Death is only death.. and you.. are so much more..
But then something happened.. The dream ended.. I was forced to open
my eyes only to realize.. that I had lost you once again..
I had returned back to reality - along with the sad shards of my broken Heart..
The torment of nothingness inside me caused greif unlike any other..
And still.. I wouldn't trade that one moment of true
happieness.. for anything.. even if it was just a dream..
Though just a pleasent illusion - the time we shared together felt real enough to me.. And that's why I love the nightly darkness so..
For I can't wait to close my eyes.. fall asleep once more..
and find you there again.
Model:ThaaPis
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Asami looks at him, to all around him... her arms go out to her sides. "I was chosen by Satan.. I was chosen to help lead Midian to destruction.. They know who you are.. and it's no use saying different, because you healed me when I touched your robe at mass that day. I know who you really are.. Jesus." Her face is completely serious.
Sister Regina shakes her head, as if she didn't hear right. "Father Eamon isn't...Jesus, child...He's a representative of the Lord, a Servant...but he's not the Lord himself."
Eamon just stares at her for a long moment, the irony and surreality of her pronouncement, after what had happened at Mass, leaving him briefly at a loss for words. His suspicions confirmed--God help the lass, but she was mad as March--he does not laugh, or even smile, but speaks with terrible gentleness. "Asami, the sister is right. I'm not Jesus. Not even remotely close." There's a bitterness behind his eyes. "If I was, I'd have no reason to hide it. Satan doesn't need to lead Midian to destruction. She's doing just fine on her own."
Guin blinks at the girl's words, and glances sharply to Eamon, for more than one reason. He's the one she watches, and her heart clenches as she catches the look in his eye, and set of his jaw. She swallows hard, and looks back to the woman. "God is here, and in Father Eamon as he is with us all. But he is not made of flesh and walking about the city." It's a ludicrous statement, but she does not laugh.
Asami looked heartbroken. .. That moment when you learn there is no Santa..was the best way to describe her feeling, a blank stare, trembling lips. "Because nobody would believe Jesus.. if he said who he was. They would laugh and mock him.. I won't , father.. I believe you even if they don't."
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!