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When I heard Steve Jobs died I was heartbroken. I ran over to editorial and asked them to print me a composite plate of today's front page.
Yeah, I loved Steve Jobs because I'm a Mac guy but it goes further than that; he's a big part behind why I work in the computer field.
Since last evening I wrote a blog entry
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And made a memorial video
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Now, I'm going to charge my iPod Touch, let my MacBook Pro sit alone and go for a badly needed sleep.
My boy Marley went missing on 4/11/17 and I am heartbroken!!!
I've had him for a little over 8 years and he has never wondered off. He has always stayed within eyeshot of my house!!! I've looked everywhere surrounding my house with no signs of him. With the drug problem that's running so rapid in Southern Ohio I'm afraid that someone may have picked him up to sale for drug money or there is a big Trade Days Flea Market taking place this weekend in the Scioto County just south of me. If any of my flickr friends in my surrounding area happens to see or hears anything please contact to me asap by commenting or emailing me. Thank You!!!
The final image in the ‘All the times my heart awoke’ series. Read about the creation of the series and the meaning behind this image at: www.hayleyrobertsphoto.com/heart.
After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
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My boy Marley went missing on 4/11/17 and I am heartbroken!!!
I've had him for a little over 8 years and he has never wondered off. He has always stayed within eyeshot of my house!!! I've looked everywhere surrounding my house with no signs of him. With the drug problem that's running so rapid in Southern Ohio I'm afraid that someone may have picked him up to sale for drug money or there is a big Trade Days Flea Market taking place this weekend in the Scioto County just south of me. If any of my flickr friends in my surrounding area happens to see or hears anything please contact to me asap by commenting or emailing me. Thank You!!!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
I saw these playmates watching a band rehearsal in Pata Elementary School, Claveria, Cagayan Valley, Philippines. I immediately took out my cam and stole them this shot. It reminds me of that heartbreaking moment of teens falling inlove to their bestfriend's boyfriend/girlfriend, like how I myself experienced two decades ago hehe ^^
After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
- Wow, everything ok here little darling???
Kite: No, my heart's broken...
-What??? What happened?
Kite: ... It's just so *sob* sad, I mean.. They keep missing each other, and now and now...
*******
// French//
- Oh, tout va bien choupinette???
Kite: Non, j'ai le coeur brisé...
- Hein? Mais qu'est-ce qu'il s'est passé??
Kite: .. C'est juste tellement.. *sanglotte* triste... Ils se ratent encore et encore, et puis là...
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Every time I've told a tragic tale that still lingers in living memory, someone is deeply upset. Even worse, heartbroken in a way that seems to wake up the past again. You'd almost expect so, as pain cries for an outlet wherever it can find. There's a reason why history is a refuge. What we don't know protects us, what happened long enough ago that no one remains to recall first-hand. Who we never knew remains a mystery, and the unknown sometimes stings less than knowing. Or it may well hurt us all the more. The other day, I mentioned a murder in my journal, a loved one lost nearly four decades ago in 1987 — the same year I was born. Some close to him did not wish to see him remembered on this occasion, yet others who knew him did. Which voice should I silence, and which should speak? In the end, I redacted his name. Perhaps I'll say it again some day. When you write about dark things, everyone eventually gets hurt. Even though I exist in relative isolation, with next to no friends and few conversations, I still value connection. There are times my life seems to be a vacant foundation, but I fill it as a home for the aches of love lost.
December 20, 2025
Delaps Cove, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6614 of my daily journal.
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After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
MIDWAY upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain's foot,
At that point where the valley terminated,
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,
Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders.
Canto I: Lines 1-16 of 136 (The Divine Comedy)
Dante Aighieri
Last week I was feeling really heartbroken and sad and the truly sweet Jaymie of WhiteStone.etsy.com so kindly sent me a care package of goodies to cheer me up. It was so generous and thoughtful that I'm deeply touched by the gesture. Thank you Jaymie for your caring nature. Bless you sweetie pie!
Hugs,
M-C "Beecz"
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Heartbroken
beautiful pieces of the past
shattered
torn
broken on the floor
try to move on
but the heavy chains hold strong
chains that were once your warm embrace
they imprison me now
to soak in my misery and loneliness
in the dark dungeon of the lost
cold
damp
lonely
it swallows me whole
swirling in my memories
of you and me...
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I have just discovered one of my photo's was posted on that dreadful site called WeHeartIt, and while I was flattered at first someone found my photo good enough to share, I quickly became heartbroken when I realized all the tags added to the photo were about Anorexia and promoting it. I then found the photo on Tumblr with over 100 notes, and comments from people saying how they want to be 0's or they'll die trying.
You cannot even fathom how much just knowing people struggle with eating disorders and such low self esteem alone breaks my heart, but then to see people are using pictures of myself as "thinsperation" as they say. That was my biggest fear with taking self portraits, and now it came true. I honestly have no desire of taking self portraits any longer, which is really sad because that means my 365 may very well die when I just got the get up and go to give it my all and I was so excited that I am close to only 100 days out. My stomach hurts from everything, it's so sad.
I do not want to promote eating disorders. I do not have one, nor have I ever had one. It's not even fun to be this small, if I had a choice I would have 15 more pounds on me but I don't have a choice because my metabolism is so fast it's impossible for me to gain weight.
You guys, eating disorders are not worth it, it's not worth it to be this small. You think it is, but it's not. I know from my friends who have them that you will never be satisfied with your size even when you reach your goal weights and you'll continue to harm yourself until you physically and mentally cannot do so any longer because you're going to be 6 feet under.
So who knows if my 365 will continue or not.
I need to go to bed because I have an awful awful migraine and I have to open tomorrow at work all by myself and I need to get rid of all this stress that's bogging me down before then so I can concentrate and not mess things up royally.
To everyone who follows my pictures, thank you. You mean a lot to me. I just don't want people to look at me and think "I'm not stopping till I'm that big", I don't want to promote self torture.
How many times have you ever felt heartbroken over some overpriced face bronzers, lipsticks or make up brush sets? Expensive beauty cosmetics are such lovely heart breakers. And in my quest to find the cheap yet best face highlighter, I found TheBalm Mary-Lou Manizer.
TheBalm Mary-Lou Manizer ...
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