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Yes! Of Course we were all heartbroken when ZUMANITY by Cirque du Soleil went permanently Dark during the height of the 2020 Coronavirus Global Pandemic! 😷 But now it’s 2024 and you and your very lovely lady really do need to come here and see this 'Mad Apple' show! It’s Very Exciting!! 😁
Devin,
I miss you. I miss us. I wish we didn't break up. Do you remember the first time we met? And the first time we hugged, and laid down together? Do you remember our first kiss, and the first time we said I love you face to face?
We've had our arguments...we've had a lot of them. We've cried. We've missed each other. We've had our rough times.
We've also had a lot of fun. Remember how much I surprised you? And our stupid little games..like toe bop-it? And that ball and the fridge door game? You let me win that one -_- The fair was fun too, besides you getting mad at me.
I love you more than anything in this whole entire world. I want to spend the rest of my existence on Earth with you.
You're my babe, my bestfriend, and my grasshopper. Be my boyfriend again :/
- Shauna.
I set this up in movie form because my life was like a movie with him. He made me feel infinite. I miss that.
I woke up and rolled over and you where gone
I started my day again all alone
The last we spoke has been so long ago
I keep wondering if we will ever meet again!!!!
Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix (9/18/2009 - 3/2/2012) Probable cause of death: Great Horned Owl. Heartbroken.
I am young, and so are you.
This is wrong, but who am I to judge?
I feel like heaven when we touch
I guess, for me this is enough
We're one mistake for being together
Let's not ask why it's not right
I won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight...
~metro station-seventeen forever
i changed some of the words to
fit my feelings.. toward my loss
Oil on Canvas
1952
“Rolanda, heartbroken over the end of her marriage to artist Miguel Covarrubias, depicts herself in turmoil; in the background, a volcano spews skeletons, dancers, and body parts. Many figures represent the Mexico City dance company Covarrubias directed, where he met his second wife. At lower right, a small Rolanda fights a clock, a symbol of her passing youth. Although the painting is one of despair, Rolanda’s clothing shows her allegiance to Mexico, the country she adopted through her husband.”
In Wonderland: The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artists in Mexico and the United States
Stunned, heartbroken, and disgusted by the racism on display in #Charlottesville this weekend and the violence it spawned. RIP Heather Heyer. "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention."
Featured in this issue of Collier’s is a new novel by Kathleen Norris, the highest paid female author of her day. Kathleen Thompson Norris (1880-1966) was a prolific author, producing over 80 novels in addition to numerous short stories and articles. Norris was a regular contributor to leading magazines such as Atlantic, Collier’s, and Ladies' Home Journal. Her first novel, “Lost Sunrise,” appeared in 1909 and was immediately popular. By the end of her career her books had sold over ten million copies.
Norris’ new novel, “Heartbroken Melody,” tells the story of a business girl who has known the joys of a first love and, later, in her half-amused comprehension when she looked back on that love as a thing finished. The story captures a sense of emotional evolution – a journey from the heights of youthful passion to a reflective, perhaps wistful, acknowledgement of its impermanence. The protagonist can both smile at the naivety of her past self and embrace the bittersweet nature of growing up, viewing it through the lens of experience and humor.
I read you stories from drunken dreams on the wildside, tales told when I was dead inside. My sober soul can feel the pull of a bar on the corner serving drinks as the Titanic sinks, I think. The haze is brazen, she's blocking my vision. I've risen to the occasion, but got knocked down every time. A nightmare made of wine that Jesus turned to water, a pebble of pain that grew into a waterbreak, that miracle was his greatest mistake. A rake across the coals, a foal full of bravery, saying "Lead me like a naked man." What is the width of a broken wingspan? You can fill my mouth with swill when I wallow, but you can't make me swallow, I don't know who or how to follow, I'm always thirsty when I'm hollow...
I live in the land of entropy, a sea of mindless mystics called fungus. I get down on my knees and feel the breeze from the breath of spores. They want more, they need me, they see straight through my thin skin to the creatures within. Isn't it strange that I see my brain as something I possess, instead of just another precious part of the process? I regress when I want, I've got literally nothing, and I've got an awful lot. I've spotted myself without my shivering shell, I wasn't doing so well. Somebody said, "Your bed is your prison," but I thought they said "prism", and I was busy crying between screams, upside down in the kaleidoscope of dreams. Can I fill my hands with tears before they turn to clouds? That one of my fears that I hold dear, and I keep near to the meaningless message of restless resting, my eyelids are magnets holding back escaping aching. You might think I'm heartbroken, but I'm heartwaking.
© Steve Skafte
26 Jan. 2023. Harrow, UK. ANGELINA SECUNDINA FERNANDES. Born: 1st June 1936. Formerly from Mombasa, Kenya. We are heartbroken to announce that our cherished mum Angelina is now with God. Mum was small in stature with a big personality, a quick wit & a photographic memory. She was a kind, generous and loyal friend. She is missed so much already. For those nearby, a mass for her soul will be held tomorrow – Sunday 5th February at 11am at St Joseph’s Catholic Church, 191 High Road, Harrow Weald, HA3 5EE. Funeral details to follow shortly – watch this space. Condolences/messages please contact Hyacinth on hyacinth.f@hotmail.co.uk; tel: 07541 448659.
For full details with family names please go to www.goanvoice.org.uk/printerfile.php?link=2023-02-04
The tag says 'Heartbroken fruits for 25 Yuan', poetic and romantic market peoples!
My 'Darkroom Vintage' experiment reminisces on those old, film days, where our 'Photoshop' were waving our hands and overexposing certain areas, and sometimes those chemical accidents that makes uneven tints and colors pop out.
Oh those adventurous days compared to sitting in front of the computer these days!
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Thank you all! ありがとうございました! 谢谢大家! Grazie a tutti! Terima kasih semua!
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Grieving parents say medics missed tragic toddler's heart problem
Mar 25 2012 Exclusive by Russell Findlay
HEARTBROKEN parents yesterday told how they fear a midwife missed their baby daughter’s fatal heart condition because she was in the huff.
McKenzie Wallace died just five days after being born because of a heart defect linked to rare genetic disorder Ivemark syndrome.
But mum Joanne Weir, 27, and dad Andrew Wallace, 31, say the condition would have been picked up at a 20-week scan if the midwife had not been annoyed that they asked the sex of their baby.
The scan was conducted by a trainee sonographer at Forth Valley Royal Hospital in Larbert and was supervised by an experienced midwife, who did not flag up any problems.
But a senior consultant obstetrician who studied the ultrasound pictures from the Stirlingshire hospital found a heart problem was visible.
He also stated that “he would have suggested a repeat scan or asked for a second opinion”.
As a result, the midwife who supervised the trainee was ordered to undergo further training. The couple said that a consultant at Yorkhill Hospital, Glasgow, agreed the heart defect – known as right atrial isomerism – should have been spotted.
Joanne, who is due to give birth again in 10 weeks at Edinburgh Royal, said: “It should have been glaringly obvious and was ‘too big to miss’, according to McKenzie’s consultant at Yorkhill.”
Fuel tanker driver Andrew, who lost a brother and an uncle to the genetic condition, said: “A trainee carried out the scan but the supervisor was so busy moaning at us for daring to ask if we were to buy blue or pink that she was obviously distracted.
“Apparently it’s all right, though, because she has now been for training – but this should not have happened.
“We had to make the decision not to attempt to treat McKenzie as all options were horrific and had life-extending probabilities of less than a few months. Had we known she had this condition, we may have considered termination early in pregnancy as it was incredibly unfair to put McKenzie through that.”
The couple, from Bo’ness, Stirlingshire, also said that another midwife ignored their concern about McKenzie’s blue appearance when she was born at Stirling Royal Infirmary.
During Joanne’s labour, a sewage pipe became blocked below the maternity ward, which caused chaos.
Andrew said: “They were distracted. They should have listened to what I was saying about McKenzie turning blue.”
It took 24 hours before they admitted any problem and the baby was immediately sent to the Royal Hospital for Sick Children at Yorkhill.
From there, McKenzie was sent to the Rachel House Hospice in Kinross, where she died in her parents’ arms on February 18 last year.
The couple have also criticised a report issued last month by Eileen Masterman, of the Scottish Public Services Ombudsman. She rejected the view of the Forth Valley doctor.
Instead, she agreed with an unnamed expert who said there was no need for a second scan due to the limited nature of what could be seen.
She said: “The advice indicated that, even if the scan had been done again, it would have been likely the results would have been the same.”
Andrew said: “I have no faith in Masterman. The SPSO have refused to say who the expert is or hand over their report.
“McKenzie’s death cannot be for nothing. Some sort of lesson has to be learnt.”
The NHS said: “We carried out an internal review and could find no evidence of errors in the clinical care provided by staff.”
Jon broke up with me Wed. night.
I have never in my entire life feel the way I do right now. I have never had my heart broken before- I was always the girl to break up with the guy. All the guys I ever dated except for one, I broke up with them. Isn't the whole point of dating to see if you think you have a future with the person? Well I never saw a future with any of the guys I had except Jon. He was everything to me.
It doesn't matter why, it doesn't matter how, although I guess I couldn't have asked for a better break up because it was in person, it was calm, and it was sad on both ends, however, it happened, and I won't be the same for a long time.
All the memories, all the pictures, songs that come on, TV shows I watch- it's all about him. I can't stop thinking about everything.
I only have a little bit of hope left in me, and I'm trying to get it out now, because I am preparing myself for the worst: He will find someone so much better then me in every single way and he will stay with her forever. That is what I expect- it's not what I ever want to happen.
I love him so much still. I told him I would wait for him, but now, what is the point?
I have nothing left- nothing left to feel, nothing left to cry, nothing left to think. Everything I do I find myself lost. The pain is so bad. My body is literally aching.
My family and friends have been wonderful to me, but it doesn't matter what anyone says or does- it's not going to get him back to me.
I didn't put this picture up for anyone to feel sorry for me or to try to cheer me up, or badger him, in fact, I don't like talking about it at all. It did happen and I can't ignore it so I decided I will need to tell you all sooner or later.
One minute you think you have it all, and the next it's flushed down the drain. The main reason I wanted to come home next semester was to save our relationship. I know I wasn't being myself because of where I was living, who I was with, and I let it get to me when I shouldn't have, so I knew if I came back home, I would return to normal Amy, and I hoped that Jon would see that and still stay with me.
Doesn't matter now I guess.
But, like I always say.
It's never good bye, it's always good night.
Original art by Lisa Betournay. #fineart #painting #skeleton #skeletonart #darkart #heartbroken #skeletonpainting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #surrealism #brokenheartpainting #sadskeleton
dedicated to my friend Mike ~ in memory of his son
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a re-post from last year
HH Younus AlGohar explains how the illusions we create affect us and how to find out who you are in the mirror of the truth in order to adopt a lifestyle which agrees with your nature. His Holiness gives a guideline on how to overcome your failures and live a balanced lifestyle.
Watch the live recordings of these lectures every day at 22:00 GMT at: www.younusalgohar.com
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this is about my last relationship which lasted 2years and 9 months before it finally died in the autumn of 2009.
not my first girlfriend, but my first love.
guess no relationship will ever felt that way again. filled with ups and downs. a bumpy ride, but a very breathtaking one.
it has been like what, 1year and a half since the break up. but at times, i caught myself still shamely reminiscing and somewhat tasting those lost but sweet moments.
its been a hell of a ride. oh yes it is.
if you are reading this, im just gonna say, im sorry i screwed it up. when our relationship ended, im pretty sure some part of me died with it.
and now, im absolutely sure of it.
P.S: this is just one of the many concept i have in mind for my 52 weeks project. no other intentions are being implied here.
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My handsome boy passed away Wednesday the 22nd of August 2012,and I am heartbroken.
He had stopped eating & drinking and began to hide. At the Vets Tuesday morning, he had a series of fainting episodes along with cardiac arrest, his liver was in bad shape and shutting down. On Wednesday morning he went into cardiac arrest again and sadly, he was not able to be revived.
He is now in the arms of Our Creator and in perfect health & peace.
I will always remember Ernie Tubbs as being the most sweet and shy baby of the 4. People often ask how he ended up with this funny name:"Ernie Tubbs". Well, it started out just a joke of sorts but for some reason, it just seemed to fit him, so the name kind of stuck.
Thanks to all my flckr friends who sent such comforting thoughts and prayers
Wednesday : I have also taken Willow & Cisco into the Vets to get thier liver tested as the 3 are biological brothers.
** We have a very strong suspicion that the drug: MEGESTROL used to control male territory spraying for the past 4 years, has been the culprit in destroying thier livers-- and ultimately Ernie's life. The Vet said it is an old drug and they have not used it in more than 15yrs because of adverse reactions; he was also amazed that the boys did not have serious problems along the way, long before this time.
Cisco's tests came back in normal range, probably due to his extra 5-8 pounds over Ernie & Willow who got the same med and dose as he did. Willow is still being hospitalized.
****Saturday update: Willow has been doing very well, but his liver and adrenal glands took the beating because of the drugs. The Vet is optimistic we can control this with minimal drugs. Apparently, Willow is quite the superstar loverboy at the hospital, he may not want to come home with all the atttention he is getting there !!! He did take a turn for the worse but she still feels he might turnaround for the better
***NEW Saturday night update: Just came back from visiting Willow in the hospital and I am in shock how he has deteriorated. The vet suggested to give it a day or so, as it can make all the difference.... I will give it the time, but, I am not as optimistic at this point after losing Ernie a few days ago. This has been the week from hell.
SUNDAY UPDATE: Willow just went into surgery; at this point, I have no idea how
things will turn out but I must put his life into our Creators hands, what will be will be
Tuesday update: Willow still a bit lethargic, Vet seems optimistic he can come home in a few days; she is starting to wean off the pain meds in hopes he will get more clear eyed.
Not really sure if he recognized me today when I visited....hard to tell with the medication
************THURSDAY UPDATE: Willow is doing very well at this point according to the Vet and the vet techs. I call in often and they are much more confident than they have been in days. Keeping my fingers crossed he comes home in the next couple days. Cisco is very depressed without any of the other males here.************
*** Cisco passed away 6 weeks after Ernie. Terrible tragedy.
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This was sent to me by my flickr friend Sandy (neuro)
Your Pets In Heaven
by Ken D. Conover
"To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all.
For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you.
For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly.
For all of these things I am grateful and thankful.
I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each others lives.
My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.
Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures.
I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever.
You live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique.
Don't hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are."
Your Pets In Heaven
I feel always heartbroken to see these poor people begging for some money, but what can a few coins help? It is inhuman to have to be out there in the cold, on your knees, day after day without any hope for something better to look forward to. The system has to change. The gap between rich and poor grows bigger. What is the solution... How can we help these poor people in a long and lasting way?
For six word story.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
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Panties: Tchelo's TANGA Lace Red #Bra & Panties
Boots: (R E D) Mesh boots
Choker: Grumble Heart Choker in red
Piercings:
Septum Piercing from opencollar
!TLB - franken dermals
(PH) silver back piercing skull
*P* Face Piercing ~ Eye Diamonds ~9 Metals/8 Gem Colors~
Belly piercing heart from unknown designer
I am very sad and heartbroken. Black Jack one of my former fosters died lat night. He had gone to live with a fellow rescuer and friend who loved him as much as me. As some of you know he had a pretty rough life and had Cushings. He was 9 years old. From what I was told he was fine all day but not too long ago went into the bedroom breathed a long sigh and was gone. Thank you Cathy Shoultz for giving him the best life he probably ever had. RIP my sweet boy.
Cal got me this shirt for my birthday, I love it! :)
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
- Taken and married! :)
What if I told you that you were pretty?
-I would say, "Thank you very much," and possibly hug you.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
- I couldn't tell you because I don't know what my schedule will look like.
Do you want to be single?
- I never want to be single again!
Have you pretended to like someone?
- No.
Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
- Yes.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
- Sometimes but I don't have to worry about that ever again.
What would you name your future daughter?
- Ellie Mae or Sara Alizabeth
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
-No, not really.
Are you listening to music right now?
- Not at the moment.
How is your heart lately?
- Perfect.
Are you wearing socks?
- No, especially with it being 102 outside.
What do people call you?
- Shelby or Shelbs
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
-Absolutley! I mean we live together since we're married. :P
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
- 1:30 today before he left for work.
Do you get stressed out easily?
- Sometimes.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
- Cal, my mom, Danielle.
What is on your wrists right now?
- A lovely burn :(
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
- Depends, if it is around Christmas then hot apple cider any other time hot chocolate. I know I'm weird.
Are you a good artist?
- Haha, nope.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
- Not at all.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
- Yeah, with Cal.
Do you use chap stick?
- No.
Do you have a little sister?
- No.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
-Yes! I've hugged several people actually.
What were you doing at midnight last night?
- Almost back from taking Paul and Dani back to their car after our double date! :)
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
- Yes
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
- Yes.
Will next Friday be a good one?
-I'll make sure of it! :)
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#43 of 365 project
This afternoon, I had fully intended to go out and shoot something nice. Outside, since I've been posting a lot of the stuff from around my house in this project.
But when helping my wife with dinner, we ran out of olive oil, so I had to refill our bottle.
I took a few macros of the bubbles in the oil and while they turned out really cool, I backed up for this one and to my surprise got a really fantastic image transposed from the light through the bottle.
It almost reminds me of a heartbroken woman, wallowing in sorrow.
Well, that time has come, the time I was dreading. I drove up the lane, saw the "For Sale" sign, and burst into tears. I didn't expect it until Friday :(
I love my house, I hope whoever buys it feels the same. My house has a heart and a soul, it has kept me safe and it's my sanctuary.
Can't stop crying.... soft sod !!