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Oh my little précises baby …..So you had to find out the hard way…..Love hurts ….So very much…..And now look at you with your heart all broken……But now sweetheart, Mother is by your side ….Now Come ….. Let me wipe away you’re heartbroken tears …. And ease your mind Billie Jean…… I too have had my heart broken, and like you….I thought it would never heal …..But soon …pretty soon…You will start to feel better…..As I did……. And yes there will be other favourite toys that you will have……that heads don’t fall off when you are playing with them…..Now…. will look and see what Di has done ….Why she has darned teddy head right back on..<3 <3 <3 …..So let’s see the BJ smile again …..xxxx
I had such a great time working on this school assignment. I had to select a word from a list our teacher gave us and express it however I wanted. I chose the word broken and ended up creating this selfportret with a little help from my mate, Manuel;)
So? What do u think?
© Copyright A Pendleton 2013 Caught this Robin keeping a lookout I think there was a cat on the prowel ,,, he was ok though I kept an eye on him ................. Alan.
My Very dear friend Caz, (Caz 71) has not been posting much lately as she has not been very well, and today some very sad and heartbreaking news, her cousin was in a head on crash, and he was not at fault, he was very poorly and today he passed away, Caz and all her family are so heartbroken at such a loss, Caz has asked me to put something on as some of my contacts are her's too and she wanted you to know that this is why she cannot be on flickr much at the moment as she is feeling so hurt and so upset, My thoughts and prayers are with you Caz along with all the many friends you have here on flickr, we will all be thinking of you and your cousins family at this very sad time, may god bless you and watch over you ...................... Alan...
And people who lost their lives today in this horrible Connecticut shooting.
I am heartbroken at the thought of all of it. Just so sad. I can't think of anything else. I can't even read about it anymore.
We were heartbroken to have to say goodbye our lovely kitty, Leila, in the middle of lockdown. She had been poorly for several months, but sadly it got too much for her. We have lost several cats in the last few years (due to age-related conditions) and Leila was the last. You can never, ever replace them, they are all such unique personalities, but we could offer someone a forever home.
So we are delighted to welcome our lovely new kitten, Scotty 😺. He is totally adorable 😻. As you can see from the photo, he’s settling very well into his new furever home. He is very playful and our house has turned into a kitten theme park 😹. We love our little Scotty, he’s pawsome 😻
Big thank you to the wonderful Yorkshire Cat Rescue centre 😺
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texture by encounter Laura: www.flickr.com/photos/dontellaura/6714901381/in/faves-ama...
Created for The Award Tree group mini-challenge Hearts and Valentines: www.flickr.com/groups/awardtree/discuss/72157629006629175/
i've been wanting to try self-portraits for a while- this one is so silly but it was a lot of fun to make, haha.
ironically i really dislike the color pink, but this time it worked for me.
-inspired by a song by Camera Obscura.
Candid street shot, New Orleans.
It really is possible to die of a broken heart, scientists have found.
The immense grief of losing a loved one means that many people die within three years of their husband or wife.
Researchers at St Andrews University have identified a 'widowhood' effect which they claim does not just affect elderly couples, also occurs amongst those in their 30s and 40s.
They found that 40 per cent of women and 26 per cent of men died within three years of their partner.
The study, which will be published next year in the journal Epidemiology, identified a range of causes including cancer, heart diseases, accidents and suicides.
Professor Paul Boyle, chief executive of the Economic and Social Research Council, who led the study, said: 'The key message is that it doesn’t matter what causes of death you look at there is still a widowhood effect.
'This is a clear demonstration, we would argue, that social effects, such as losing a partner, have an impact on life expectancy.
My little Chipster has been missing now for three weeks. I'd would appreciate everyone's Help in finding him. He has quite a few aliases I listed in the Tags, he may be in your neighborhood using one. I believe he was last seen in the company of one Cherie Chiprump, a bit of a floozy me thinks.
If any of you can print out this poster for your office bullitin board it might help find him.
Many thanks to those of you that have sent cards and flowers during my period of despair..(candy helps a lot too)
Mrs.Chipster can be viewed here...... www.flickr.com/photos/minouzers/175338838/
Hearts A Mess
2020
From the series “20 Easy Pieces”.
Inspired by the poem of Emily Bronté:
“...Yet these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted,
Then journey on, if not elate,
Still, never broken-hearted!”
PRINTS: markonadj.com
So I just wanted to do a quick upload, busy with school stuff. This was taken on my iPhone4s and then edited with Instagram.
I know it's not a fantastic shot, but I just wanted to show you the beautiful sunset I got to watch while coming home from class. The sun was literally pink and huge! It was right behind me and I tried to take pictures but I was driving and was sadly unable too.
I have not seen a sunset in so long because of the constant rain and overcast days that it really was a sight to behold.
Sometimes the worst of days can produce something beautiful. For those who have been a contact for a while you know that we had 2 geese. Well sadly on this day one of them went missing, we believe a bobcat or something got to it while they were sleeping. We only have one now, and the poor thing is heartbroken just as we are. It has become such a hassle to just get the goose away from my car because it will see its reflection and think that it is its friend. :( I feel so bad.
Kmart Discount Store located at 10321 East 21st St. in Tulsa,OK. This store which opened on November 9th 1972 is closing on September 3rd 2017. This store was the first of four stores located in the City of Tulsa and ended up being the last of the four stores in operation. I had the pleasure of meeting an employee known among the crew as "Mrs. Leanne". She had worked at this store since 1977 and had very fond memories of working for the Kmart Corporation. She was heartbroken when she learned of the closure of "her" store but knew the day would come once Eddie Lampert became CEO of the Company. One of her favorite memories was the daily store meetings held in the Kmart Restaurant where the employees and managers would chain smoke discussing the daily blue light specials. The future of the building is unknown.
This picture is obsessive…
I see diferents things in the photo.i See a animal looking to the Right with mouth of a pig and head of a horse with one big Eye.Surrealist…Anyone see anything?
... But sometimes is a good hurt,
and it feels like I'm alive.
• Incubus - Love Hurts •
Lyrics in my hand • Space Dementia, Muse.
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We are still looking for Sweet Pete and hoping he is just lost!!! I cannot even open my flickr acct right now!!! I will be back and Thank you so much for writing to me!!! Remo is very sad and he just started eating again today!!!
I've seen many, so many over such a short period of time that it can almost be considered an overkill. I've been fat, skinny, distorted, confident, heartbroken,confused, overjoyed, hopeful,hapless,arrogant, mischievous, wannabe, the adjectives go on and on and zzzz...
Gah, where are the "সুখের পায়রা" when you need them?
Oh, right there they are...over the river Turag. Well good luck with the 80 mph wind, fools!
Location: Sluice Gate over Mirpur-Ashulia Road.
Sky: Angry, very.
Method: Self(ie)- IR Remote fired-Tripod mounted,Slightly tilted,Center composed.
On Black, পিলিজ my good mates
He said he would always be mine
as long as the sun doth shine
until the day
he gave it away
and was caught in a lover's entwine
As the sun went dim
I spied her with him
And forcefully retrieved what was mine...My Bloody Valentine.
adj. Suffering from or exhibiting overwhelming sorrow, grief, or disappointment.
Overcome by crushing sorrow; deeply grieved.
Day 95 : 365
Seventeen-year-old Phoebe is in the school basketball team. She has an Aboriginal father and a white mother who are separated. Her mom's drinking problem affects her school performance. She is heartbroken, pretending everything is fine.
Edited book cover, My Spare Heart by Jared Thomas.
Sydney
Broken
Week 3 theme
52 weeks: 2013 edition
One of my favourite tops is falling apart at the seams, so I can't wear it anymore.. and I'm a little bit heartbroken.
I was a bit heartbroken I didn't get my beloved DOE on this one, but even strangely LVF revealed there were only 2 on the route that early, both very far from Putney… These can thrash well though, but whoever thought to add the side panels things to Gemini 3 Mark2s should be [insert something mean] (I don't mind the odd lights, but that… Such an opposite to Olympus).
Ice was on McIntosh last December when this was shot and it iced up again in the second half of February. It is rapidly melting now that the coming days will near 70 and will creep above freezing in the nights. My cousin asked, after examining my recent edits, "Where is winter in my shots?" Here is one that shows water lapping at the derelict tree and freezing into icicles. I have shot this scene before in fall, "Autumn ripples." I needed a good walk at McIntosh Lake then and now but the trail is a morass of mud today. There has been no foliage but I I suspect a green up might be on us sooner than might be suspected. I liked the joke of this subject found as rip rap.
Our winter has nearly been stolen this winter and global warming gave us the warmest year world wide ever on record, last year. Today, I watched a heartbroken fellow drive by with a canoe on his roof. Hard water. Extreme sports fans take note that you can go up into the Park on days and nights like this and die if you want. People regularly do! Know that there is no bad weather, just bad clothes. A modicum of sense never hurt either but then that is why hunter gatherers had the largest brain size in homo sapiens sapiens. He had to live until tomorrow to survive at all.
The range of in this shot was tough. This is another snap for my "Hard Water Works set. I knew that eagles have been spotted around here but they could be after the prairie dogs on the opposite shore, frame right. There are a couple of inconvenient outhouses for those who are willing to put in a bit of walk. I hid the far one behind the tree's reach. This is Dawson Park but Flanders Park is on the north side. Both are on the lake loop walk and trail. I made it out here twice on a recent weekend and there are always folks on the paths.
I guess you could say this is my own personal version of Where the Wild Things Are. This concept has been in my head for months, waiting for the perfect time to execute. Then, the day came. The cold temperatures had warmed a little - but just for the day, the sky was beautifully opaque and heavy with coming snow and rain clouds. I started driving to the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve high on hope that the weather would cooperate and the buffalo would be roaming. I felt a little like I was channeling my Native roots as I listened to the beautiful music of Samantha Crain, who is herself a Native American from Shawnee, Oklahoma. I love that her lyrics remind me so much of growing up in Oklahoma around grasslands, small towns, railroads and tornadoes. Just as I was nearing the Wildlife Preserve, it started sprinkling and my heart sank. Here I had come almost 2 hours in the hopes of creating something that I had been holding in my mind and heart for months, and now it looked like the sleet and snow we were waiting for had come hours early. Nearly heartbroken, I pushed back the idea that it was a wasted day, a wasted drive, and kept going, telling myself it would stop. And it did.
I love the fact that I am a Native American, even though I am far from a significant amount all told. In grade school, they sent us who were on Native Rolls into special classes, although I never really understood if it was so that we knew who we were descended from or for integration. Until recently it was something I'd almost forgotten about. Over the years it's been an interesting thing to have in my heritage, and I'm honored by it even though I had nothing to do with it. Sometimes I think that is the part of me that is closest to the earth, what makes me feel a kinship with crows and horses, what grounds me.