Beaches are cool. I’ve never actually spent a day there, I really want to. The song I’m listening to is named Australia I wonder if Australia has beaches. I bet they’re pretty. I met someone who lives in Australia yesterday. He’s really sweet, cute, and talented.
the beach is a nice place. there is lots of sand and the water is often cold and refreshing. except in southern california. its not refreshing its cold as hell. which sucks. i don’t like that at all. but the beach is a nice place to propose.
She sat, with her toes in the sand. She likes the way the sun beat down on her, but the sand felt cool on top of her toes. She could have stayed there forever. But she only had a few minutes before they’d finally find her.
I glanced at the waves, and leaned back. The air just washed over me, reminding me that I was home, among the scratchy sands, the vendors, and the people who thronged it this late in the evening. Just home, with myself. There was no where else I’d rather be than here.
I stood staring at the cold grey waves, the air churning around me. I knew a storm was coming but I didn’t really care. All the better for I wanted to do- what I needed to do. Today was the day. I had planned for months, for years. For lifetimes. Today was the day that it- the pain, the fear, the shame- would finally be over. Today was the day I would end my life.
The beach was beautiful. I glanced at the crashing, shimmering waves with a sigh, and leaned against the warm grass. M was away, flying a kite as usual, and acting stupid like he always did. Ah well, couldn’t blame him. He was the epitome of the youth in this country, the freethinking, wonderfully aware youth who would lay their lives
We used to go to the beach all the time when I was in high school – Long Island Sound was not the best place to swim, but we were only there to get a tan. We used baby oil, no SPFs back then, and just baked in the sun. What a beach!
I enjoy the beach. The sand, the waves, the activities, the sun. I’ve had some very happy memories at the beach. For instance, when we went to Mexico with my great-grandmother.
I never liked the beach even though we lived in Florida. Sticky sand, hot humid sun, salty water with waves that threaten to wash you into the depths of the world.
I was at the beach with a crab. it pinched me. And it hurt like a bitch. I started bleeding and was going to yell at the crab, but It looked at me with those sad eyes and then I shook his little claw and said thanks
I’m beached at the end of a road where I can’t see the end. Where am I going in this world that is aging every day? We scuttle across it’s surface, sucking the little breath that it has left.
Sand, seagulls, salty lips and burned nose. Freckles that I’ll never have, a temporary sunburn. I don’t belong on the beach, because it’s the ocean that’s beautiful.
Waves of blue, surfer boys, beers on the boardwalk: I love the beach!! Venice Beach, Malibu, Santa Monica, or Fiji; I love the beach! Hippies, happy hour, hacky sacks, heaven: I love the beach!
Life’s a beach. One day you’re dowsing yourself in exotic waters that cleanse the soul. The next you’re showering away the gritty sand inbetween your toes. The sun reaches out to extend a hello. Meanwhile the wretched storm paints all my dreams yellow . Life is just a beach.
I want to go. Far from here, from the city, from everything that reminded me of her… of course she’s been here to though. And all I’ll think is about her and what happens when she burns and the boy putting sunscreen on her back streakily because you know he was nervous to touch her.
The waves lapped the shore leaving the inky darkness staining the sand in its wake as the water pulled away from the beach once more. How could they stand the once white expanse now spotted like a coffee stained page stretching out before them.
sand in your flip flops, flipping up at the bag of your legs. the “rats with wings” as my jersey shore friend calls them, flying around and around, so close because some touristy types are throwing bread. in our direction. I’m not from the shore, and even i know better than that. waves. sand. waves. sky. sun. the smell of sunblock. friends.
A beach is warm, sunny, calming, but exciting. The waves crash and the sand sits still, waiting for you to enjoy it’s absorbing warmth. It is beautiful and stunning.
The sky is bright blue and cloudless. The waves are tame. He forgot the sunblock, but she says they need to darken their skin. They end up turning pink instead.
Licking their wounds in a cool hotel room, they douse each other in aloe. One thing leads to another…
Sunburn isn’t so bad.
I’ve been wanting to go to the beach lately. Not so much because its so very warm and beautiful out. But more because I have this super awesome bathing suit that I’ve yet to use. And I want to tan. And show off my tanned abs.
I wish I was lying on a beach, somewhere warm, with someone I love. What more could anyone in this world ever wish for? Peaceful, warm, sandy beach…and love.
I’ve been wanting to go to the beach lately. Not so much because its so very warm and beautiful out. But more because I have this super awesome bathing suit that I’ve yet to use. And I want to tan. And show off my tanned bell
I walked along the beautiful beach, wondering at the mysteries that were hidden in it’s deep, creulean blue waters… And then I saw a shark fin. Oh, snap. No pun intended.
The beach is the single most annoying place to be. Old men in speeedos, young women in string bikins…old women in string bikinis. I just want to sit there and soak up the sun and water without having to see so much of everyone else that is there as well.
“The fact you have a beach in your backyard is pretty epic.” I said, tipping my glass in her direction. “But I bet having a gold medal on the neck of a lesbian is better.”
I shouldn’t be here with him. The temptation is too much…knowing that it’s just me, him, together, separated on this lonely beach by inches of sand and pebbles, the sheer bikini that rests against my skin – reminding me that, despite my determination to not cross boundaries, I still want more out of this relationship than he does.
He isn’t looking at me, or the exposed skin that glimmers in the moonlight, making me almost beautiful for once. His gaze is set on the crashing waves.
blue skys and warm sunshine…i prefer the mountains though. My fiance’ and I have always dreamed of our log home in the mountains. It is what we work towards each day and soon we will be there. It will be our little place in the world.
the eloquence of your beauty…the crashing of your waves the sand in between my toes…I long for you the sunshine kisses my face.beautiful day for me to await…
We rode out onto the beach in his fading-green jeep. The sun beating against the hot sand, inviting a liquefying heat. We could barely breathe. But the view offered everything to counter.
Waves crashed onto the shore. Sand shifted underneath. She stood there, watching, waiting. She watched the ocean, hoping to see it. The ship that would bring her love home to her.
Beaches are cool. I’ve never actually spent a day there, I really want to. The song I’m listening to is named Australia I wonder if Australia has beaches. I bet they’re pretty. I met someone who lives in Australia yesterday. He’s really sweet, cute, and talented.
beach. how id like to go. beach. means theres no snow.
the beach is a nice place. there is lots of sand and the water is often cold and refreshing. except in southern california. its not refreshing its cold as hell. which sucks. i don’t like that at all. but the beach is a nice place to propose.
She sat, with her toes in the sand. She likes the way the sun beat down on her, but the sand felt cool on top of her toes. She could have stayed there forever. But she only had a few minutes before they’d finally find her.
its long and sandy i like when i am alone a beaches….waves hitting my foot…never really got all wet at the beaches…i like the pebble beaches more
I glanced at the waves, and leaned back. The air just washed over me, reminding me that I was home, among the scratchy sands, the vendors, and the people who thronged it this late in the evening. Just home, with myself. There was no where else I’d rather be than here.
I stood staring at the cold grey waves, the air churning around me. I knew a storm was coming but I didn’t really care. All the better for I wanted to do- what I needed to do. Today was the day. I had planned for months, for years. For lifetimes. Today was the day that it- the pain, the fear, the shame- would finally be over. Today was the day I would end my life.
The beach was beautiful. I glanced at the crashing, shimmering waves with a sigh, and leaned against the warm grass. M was away, flying a kite as usual, and acting stupid like he always did. Ah well, couldn’t blame him. He was the epitome of the youth in this country, the freethinking, wonderfully aware youth who would lay their lives
a beach somewhere, I’ll never go,
a cold heart full of fluffy white snow,
a beach somewhere, I’ll never know,
a blue set of lips that will always show
We used to go to the beach all the time when I was in high school – Long Island Sound was not the best place to swim, but we were only there to get a tan. We used baby oil, no SPFs back then, and just baked in the sun. What a beach!
I enjoy the beach. The sand, the waves, the activities, the sun. I’ve had some very happy memories at the beach. For instance, when we went to Mexico with my great-grandmother.
I never liked the beach even though we lived in Florida. Sticky sand, hot humid sun, salty water with waves that threaten to wash you into the depths of the world.
I was at the beach with a crab. it pinched me. And it hurt like a bitch. I started bleeding and was going to yell at the crab, but It looked at me with those sad eyes and then I shook his little claw and said thanks
I’m beached at the end of a road where I can’t see the end. Where am I going in this world that is aging every day? We scuttle across it’s surface, sucking the little breath that it has left.
Sand, seagulls, salty lips and burned nose. Freckles that I’ll never have, a temporary sunburn. I don’t belong on the beach, because it’s the ocean that’s beautiful.
oh no!
oh no! i’m beadched bro!
i’m beached as, dude, i’m beached as!
awww shit, your beached as!
tell me somethin i don’t know!
bro your heaps beached aye!
so beached!
Waves of blue, surfer boys, beers on the boardwalk: I love the beach!! Venice Beach, Malibu, Santa Monica, or Fiji; I love the beach! Hippies, happy hour, hacky sacks, heaven: I love the beach!
Life’s a beach. One day you’re dowsing yourself in exotic waters that cleanse the soul. The next you’re showering away the gritty sand inbetween your toes. The sun reaches out to extend a hello. Meanwhile the wretched storm paints all my dreams yellow . Life is just a beach.
I want to go. Far from here, from the city, from everything that reminded me of her… of course she’s been here to though. And all I’ll think is about her and what happens when she burns and the boy putting sunscreen on her back streakily because you know he was nervous to touch her.
The waves lapped the shore leaving the inky darkness staining the sand in its wake as the water pulled away from the beach once more. How could they stand the once white expanse now spotted like a coffee stained page stretching out before them.
sand in your flip flops, flipping up at the bag of your legs. the “rats with wings” as my jersey shore friend calls them, flying around and around, so close because some touristy types are throwing bread. in our direction. I’m not from the shore, and even i know better than that. waves. sand. waves. sky. sun. the smell of sunblock. friends.
A beach is warm, sunny, calming, but exciting. The waves crash and the sand sits still, waiting for you to enjoy it’s absorbing warmth. It is beautiful and stunning.
The sky is bright blue and cloudless. The waves are tame. He forgot the sunblock, but she says they need to darken their skin. They end up turning pink instead.
Licking their wounds in a cool hotel room, they douse each other in aloe. One thing leads to another…
Sunburn isn’t so bad.
I’ve been wanting to go to the beach lately. Not so much because its so very warm and beautiful out. But more because I have this super awesome bathing suit that I’ve yet to use. And I want to tan. And show off my tanned abs.
I love the beach it is wonderful with the roaring waves and the salty sea breeze.
Jum
I wish I was lying on a beach, somewhere warm, with someone I love. What more could anyone in this world ever wish for? Peaceful, warm, sandy beach…and love.
I’ve been wanting to go to the beach lately. Not so much because its so very warm and beautiful out. But more because I have this super awesome bathing suit that I’ve yet to use. And I want to tan. And show off my tanned bell
I walked along the beautiful beach, wondering at the mysteries that were hidden in it’s deep, creulean blue waters… And then I saw a shark fin. Oh, snap. No pun intended.
big boobs, girls that are to young for me but still hot. Fat girls in inappropriate clothing. People pissing
The beach is the single most annoying place to be. Old men in speeedos, young women in string bikins…old women in string bikinis. I just want to sit there and soak up the sun and water without having to see so much of everyone else that is there as well.
I don’t like the beach. I always get sand everywhere and it just is an awkward place. Pale girls don’t belong in sandy sunny areas.
“The fact you have a beach in your backyard is pretty epic.” I said, tipping my glass in her direction. “But I bet having a gold medal on the neck of a lesbian is better.”
I love to go to the beach
Sun, sand, sea. Perfect.
I shouldn’t be here with him. The temptation is too much…knowing that it’s just me, him, together, separated on this lonely beach by inches of sand and pebbles, the sheer bikini that rests against my skin – reminding me that, despite my determination to not cross boundaries, I still want more out of this relationship than he does.
He isn’t looking at me, or the exposed skin that glimmers in the moonlight, making me almost beautiful for once. His gaze is set on the crashing waves.
blue skys and warm sunshine…i prefer the mountains though. My fiance’ and I have always dreamed of our log home in the mountains. It is what we work towards each day and soon we will be there. It will be our little place in the world.
the eloquence of your beauty…the crashing of your waves the sand in between my toes…I long for you the sunshine kisses my face.beautiful day for me to await…
We rode out onto the beach in his fading-green jeep. The sun beating against the hot sand, inviting a liquefying heat. We could barely breathe. But the view offered everything to counter.
Waves crashed onto the shore. Sand shifted underneath. She stood there, watching, waiting. She watched the ocean, hoping to see it. The ship that would bring her love home to her.
a warm place to think, relax or get caught up in the chaos of the waves…sand between your toes, warm, happy