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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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Alex Papadopoulos "Heartbroken" shoot with John Hildebrand and Keegan Gibbs.
Styled by Rock & Revolution.
334/365 - the break-up. Bulletto just told Jun that their relationship just wouldn't work. He doesn't believe in mixed unions. She is a rabbit, he is a bovine. She's pink, he's brown. She's Revoltech, he's Moofia. There are just too many differences.
Poor Jun.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I'm heartbroken. Dodger Stadium usher Daniel Hopkins passed away this weekend. Everyone is very nice at Dodger Stadium but he was my very favorite person there. I met Daniel on Opening Day last season. I had a broken foot and was in cast and he wheeled me to my seat. From then on, every time I saw Daniel at the stadium, he had the biggest smile on his face and a big hug for me. Such a nice man. I was looking forward to seeing him later today at the game. I didn't know him well or for very long but he was so kind and welcoming, you just felt like he had been your best friend for years. I'm shocked and saddened by his passing. I will miss him so much. God bless you Daniel.
The gray skies fell, we felt the pressure drop
And we were feeling down
Some eyes were looking down at us
The souls that made the call
The judge what when they spoke said, "Not at all"
The words that came made not a sound
A mouth said, "Not a sound at all"
I put out all the stops
To feel sad to miss all we had
But I'm sorry I ain't heartbroken
I put out al the stops
To regret all the fights we had
But really I ain't heartbroken
Broken-hearted, as we couldn't save her. This was going to be our new little girl, after she was found abandoned and sick in the rain. But she was too dehydrated, and the infections were too much for her system such that the vet wasn't able to help her enough.
I truly and honestly hope that those responsible for her suffering rot in hell. She was sweet and gentle and didn't deserve that. But at least her last few days were surrounded by love and comfort.
The battery didn't take a charge that night. JC discovered the missing items and damage then came home to charge the battery over night. The next morning they went back to try the battery again and the driver's side window was smashed but they weren't able to remove the CD player. Not from lack of trying. The kicker is when we called and reported it we found out that we had been so busy we forgot to pay the car insurance and it had lapsed. One more thing to deal with. Poor Kaysha.
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Haven't saw HIM♥ since school re-opened. Haishhs. So got alittle upset and blahh blahh blahh... :)
Well anyways found this on PhotoBucket.Com too. [been there lately for alot of my pics :P]
; LOves♥__ #
We (my little girl & I) had been heartbroken since our sudden death (unknown cancer)of our Siberian Husky over 5 years ago that we just were not ready to have a fur-ever dog back w/ us. In the meantime, we took on dog sitting, LOTS of dress-up slumber parties w/neighbor dogs & pet mouse & rat rescue.
We kept in touch w/our passion..animals! We have since become a foster family for GRRoM ~ Golden Retriever Rescue of MI, adopted our very own Golden Retriever (Cody) and continue to foster & donate time & ideas to our rescue organization. Our home & our hearts are filled w/"Golden" laughs, memories & love again. We are truly blessed.
This is the last photo my D7000 took before it hit the ground. Pepper knocked it over with the 70-300mm lens attached. Both are now broken...bad! I watched it fall. Can you imagine the pain? I didn't process this. It is cropped but pure....it still hurts.
This is a story of a teenage boy bubbly who fell in love with her cousin Sara, but they had to sacrifice their love! Check out the video to know more at www.miniflix.tv/videos/cousin-sara!
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!