#lostbutnotforgotten

[lonely-goblin-with-a-jar-of-dirt]

Happy last Dia De Los Muertos! <3

"Stopping by to say Hi!" Feliz Día De Los Muertos The eggs coming back and Juana Flippa staying is just an emotional rollercoaster waiting to happen, which it did and yes I was crying a little bit! <3 Hope you all are having a wonderful Día De Los Muertos while staying safe and remember You're Vaild & You Do Matter.

[bellafiga831]

[cdlhunter]

Eenie Meenie Miny Moe…. #lostbutnotforgotten #graveyard #graveyards #trucker #rollingcoal #dieselnation #iceroadtruckers #trucks #truckdriver #truckers #truckingindustry #truckdrivers#dieselpower #cdldriver #dieselporn #truckstop #truckerslife #trucking #diesellife #trucklife #bigrig #truckersview #roadhog #cdlhunter #cdllife #cdljob #cdljobs Follow @cdlhunter https://www.instagram.com/p/CXyG84ArSIZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[davidwfloydart]

You have to get lost before you find yourself… #findingnemo #findingyourself #lostbutnotforgotten #lostbutfound #lostinlove #findyourself #roadlesstravelled *photographer: unknown (at Sutherlin, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CS5MMZKJki860x6u2QGAlu6NQEU67OCziIdW5I0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[tylerlamph]

Lost.. but not forgotten 💔

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

The Reason She's Broken

11.27.17

I once knew a boy

Eyes so blue

With a memory

That stuck like gorilla glue

Taking shot after shot

With the late night crew

We thought we were cool

No idea of the danger that would ensue

I fell madly in love with him

It was easy to do

His mind

My favorite attribute

He was My Penguin

I, His Boo

Our relationship

Completely impromptu

Leading us to argue

I could feel him begin to slip

Before I knew it

There were bottles and bottles

He'd begun to secretly accrue

We sent him to rehab

Thinking alcohol was the issue

Not knowing his demons

Were bigger than any of us knew

I'll never forget finding you

Eyes open wide

Crystal blue

Your body

Stiff and cold as a statue

I'll always regret being too late

To make it to your rescue

Together for seven years

I'm left with memories

Dozens of matching tattoos

Your ashes on my bedside

To whom I softly coo "I love you"

Because I still desperately do

I cry myself to sleep each night

Begging The Universe

To give me the courage

To commit suicide too

I don't care if it's in Heaven or Hell

As long as we're together

Either will do

[brandyxlynn91]

Friends Lost, but Never Forgotten

"That assassin should be embarrassed. A terminally ill drell kept him from reaching his target."

[theweedmaam]

RIP purple lighter.

[tortvred-artist]

You keep feeling the void. Lost in your own universe. Lost in your own nothingness. Thoughts. Time. Space. Lost but not yet willing to be found.

[qtheallpowerful]

Speaker for the Dead

I want to write the life of @spiletta42. She died one year ago, July 1, 2018. I want to write her story, the memoir she would have written, had she ever thought herself worth such a thing. But I am not an author, like she was. I am not crafty with words, and able to make a person feel the depth of emotion that was her life. Her kindness and caring can not simply be contained in those two words. They need to be felt. They were felt, by me, by Fandom, by the people in the town where she lived. No-one who knew her would tell you otherwise.

But this is beginning to sound like all those obituaries and empty things people always say when a person dies. So I will tell you about the one person who didn’t like Spi. Many years ago, Spi followed her dream, and opened a tack store. Spi loved horses, probably more than she loved G-d, if that’s not blasphemous to say. She opened the tack shop as a way to be surrounded daily by the thing she loved, and she gave up a lot in order to do so. She had a business partner, whose name I was never told. This women was sadly not of the highest moral standings, and as a result Spi lost not only the store, but her ability to do any other job but the one she hated, though was excellent at. Despite this Spi continued to live her life with joy. She developed a perpetual fear of the telephone, which she was able to overcome if it meant helping a friend through a difficult emotional time.

Spi lived in a strange town, with strange people. Good, kind, wonderful people, but strange. She would share stories of her daily life, and pick out the best bits to fuel the plots of her ever increasing library of fanfiction. Spi was an accountant by profession, and an author by desire. Spi was a nerd, in a very 80s sense of the world. Her house was decorated with all the things she loved, and a wide range of things they were: Archeology in general, but specifically the Aztec, the Maya and the Egyptians. Cephlopods held a large part of her heart, especially the Opabinia; Science Fiction, of course. She subscribed to Asimov, Archeology, Scientific American, and a few others I can not recall. Not only did she subscribe to them, but read every article, in every issue. Spi had boxes of index cards, on which she would write notes from anything she read that was interesting, and possibly useful in her writing. She spent a year building a custom floor to ceiling bookshelf with exactly spaced shelving for various types of media, so that her space would be as organized as possible. She loved diet coke, though she stopped drinking it years ago.

These are all some facts about who she was, but they are not enough to tell of the affect she had in the world. I know I am not the only one whose life was deeply and profoundly changed by knowing her. She was there to support me when making some of the hardest decisions of my life. She was unwavering in her belief that no matter how hard or bad things are, Life is better than not. I know that her belief has saved at least one person, but that is not my story to tell.

Spi was one of my first true friends, and though I only knew her for 15 years, and only met her in person once, I struggle to think of what my life would have been without her in it. I feel as though she has always been a part of my life, and though she is gone, she always will be.

Torah teaches us that a soul comes to this world for a purpose, to bring light and goodness into the world, and to make it a garden where G-d will want to dwell. Spi definitely did that, and now her soul has returned to G-d where it can be glad of a job well done. A poem I think of, not one I know if I wrote myself or one I heard from someone when I was too young to have experienced the pain that death leaves:

Death, really a happy time Painful for those left behind

[bellafiga831]

[lostwildthing]

Every sunrise, every sunset. Not a morning, not a night. Every second is surreal without you, every moment seems absurd to absorb. You were a brightness, a calamity to the world. I hope you’re raising hell wherever you may be now.

[hippiegodess]

[cristopherworthland]

The lost glamour of Villa Iolas, long ago abandoned, was once the louche retreat of bon vivant and art collector Alexander Iolas. * The artist Taki referred to his sculptures and paintings as “symbols of the universal magnetism of the erotic.” In the foreground, a human torso, and a black metal slide you can clang with a suspended ball that hangs in back; in the corner a series of three white paintings mounted on ancient stone capitals; against the wall, a yellow three dimensional painting with re-tractable white disks that return magnetically after you pull them forward. * “A tableau is the surface from which things come out. Takis broke the surface.” said Iolas. * #alexanderiolas #villaiolas #classicalgreece #classicism #antiquity #modernart #takis #livingwithart #collectors #lostbutnotforgotten #abandonedplaces #greekvillas #villastyle https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsncae0l8zY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m27xt5xaiw70

[mrhydez]

A memorial pendant I made. 🌈 🌹 ⚽️ 🐕 Rest easy sweetheart. I hope you’re running and playing with my girl Akiva ❤️ . . . . . . . . . . . #memorial #memorialjewelry #rainbowbridge #resteasy #dog #dogs #furbaby #lostbutnotforgotten #pendant #dogtags #dogtag #memorialpendant #bestfriend https://www.instagram.com/p/Chz3JMQpZw1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghostofatree]

The Book of Danger continues with further martyrs. It occurred to me that the Roman programme of torturing and murdering Christians had backfired on them as it had created commonly honoured heroes who were remembered as celebrated as symbols of the power of faith. Those brave souls who had faced death in the most unimaginably fiendish ways had feast days and churches named after them but how many would have been simply forgotten after experiencing the same torments? Probably many thousands so I became interested in martyrs who had been forgotten. The first page is four “generic martyrs” drawn in coffee and marker, the second a political dissident about to be disappeared by his government, in coffee, spray paint and marker, the third was a connection between quantum and halos that was bubbling up and offered to Einstein, the fourth and fifth some designs for free floating halos on canvas for people’s Christmas presents, then a page of LGBT martyrs and finally a cross shaped gap - possibly an escape route. #sketchbook #journaling #archive #nostalgia #2000s #martyrs #halos #saints #drawing #designs #forgotten #lostbutnotforgotten #queerartist #liverpoolartist (at Toxteth, L8) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd_Ehd6M5sq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=