I want to be a king, but not just any king i want to be the king of a castle but not just any castle i want to be king of the greatest sand castle ever built, im talking like 1000 feet high
He hates beaches because of the sand and the way the wind blows it up into his eyes. I don’t really blame him, but I don’t understand how he could’ve followed his friends to Cancun for Spring Break if he’d loathe the whole thing. It was the girls. The tiny bikinis, the women that wear them.
beach. there have been many things this concept has brought in society. a place for fun, pleasure, a place to get away. but really, why do people find this so fascinating? what is the hold these tiny grains of sand have on people?
The beach is seen as a sunny place in our imagination. But we only visit beaches mostly when it is sunny. The beaches are there during the nights and storms too.
Well, for starters Im going there tomorrow. My first steps, and hopefully my last will be taken on the sandy dunes of the Jersey Shore. Not only calming and therapeutic, but also full of life and fun. Endless possibilities leading to endless shores start on the coast.
I don’t think beaches are all they’re cracked up to be. Some seem nice, like in thailand or something, as they are picturesque, but some are just sandy and lame. I want a beach that has a really good bar and a nice hut. None of this sandy stuff. I like sand, not too much.
“I love this,” she sighed, stretching her arms above her head.
“Making sand angels?” her sister asked, taking a photo of her nephew playing further down the beach.
“Pooh,” was the dramatic reply, “that never works.”
The beach. I’ve never really loved the beach, even though I grew up by it. The seagulls, the waves, the sand. It’s all so earthy, and looks beautiful in pictures. But in person? nah. not for me.
The dunes smell like sunflowers. The air is a rush of heat and cool wind at the same time. I have a cold, brown bottle in my hand. A girl is laughing, she pulls her hat back and stares up at the sky.
The word beach brings back great memories in my college life. Not until you leave that paradise would you actually realize how much of a paradise that place is.
I live in a town that has a beach. It’s a small town, cozy and friendly. I love it here I really really do. Although beach water disturbs me; I hate not knowing what is lurking beneath the murky water, I love the feel of the sand on my feet and the way the sun beats down on the water warming it from above.
Sometimes when i go to the beach i eat potato chips. They are made from potatoes. They come in many flavors, like barbecue, and sour cream and onion. I like onions. French onion soup is good. rautyeu.
Sand and seagulls and water do not begin describe the beach. It’s also the sweat on a can of ice tea and watermelon drips on your chin and sand sticking to your freshly SPF-ed skin.
The beach is a magical land of hot sand and salty, mysterious waters. Sometimes, you can get nakie on the beach. Other times, you have to wear waterproof clothing that is just as revealing as wearing underwear. Society does not make sense.
I love going to the beach. I love spending the day laying out on the sandy shores with the blazing hot sun on my skin. I want to live at the beach when I’m older and be able to walk out the door and step on the hot sandy shores every morning.
I went to the beach in california for a church trip ti was amazing i love the beach its beutiful sanfy and hot and watery tumy and iw aas born around there gramma lives there yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
I don’t really care for the beach when I’m assigned to go there. Did they really have to force me? It’s less fun that way. Plus, I had other things on my mind. And don’t make fun of my epic umbrella skills that you wish you had!
Sullivan’s Island comes into view as the drive down the beach begins. The most calming place in the world with the most comforting sand beneath your feet and the peace that surrounds you as you are encompassed by the sea breeze.
The beach is a peaceful place. It makes me think of my grandpa on easter. And after he died my cousin gave me a picture of him and I together walking on the wet sand and I was pointing at a seashell. It’s all I have left. That and my love of the smell of dirty garages. Like his. We went there every easter. I would bring home so many shells and wash them with wet paintbrushes. Then they would disappear some weeks later. Where did they all go?
The beach stretched out before him, endlessly. It curved into a pier, where faraway people, the size of ants to his eye, had their own fun. But he was happy.
I don’t like going to the beach that often because I have to wake up early. But I do like to go to get a tan. I don’t like to rub sunblock on and would rather spray it on. The beach can be fun, and a place to just relax.
I went to the beach last saturday. I don’t like going to the beach that often because that means I have to wake up very early and put sunblock on. I like to spray sunblock on. I don’t like getting sandy, but do enjoy getting a tan.
I love walking on the beach. It makes me feel alive. There are so many times when i look at old pictures and wish i was at the beach again. Oh how i long to feel the sand again between my toes again.
The waves crashed down on her, pulling her under. “Julia!” I shrieked, looking for her. I didn’t see anything. Sydnie started looking around, too, when she didn’t resurface. “Julia!?” We cried out. Then something hit my knees and caused me to fall over… just as another wave crashed down. My lungs filled with salt water, and I was pulled and pushed and tossed and turned. The only times I knew which way was up was when the waves smashed me into the rocky bottom.
i love the beach. the sand, the salty water, the sunshine on my face. i love the feeling ove soaking the sun, when you can literally feel it. i cant decide if i like the beacj better crowded during the day, or by myself alone at night when it is empty.
The beach is a place where anyone can have fun. if you love the water, you can play in it. If you aren’t a fan, you can sit on the sand and tan. Hell, you can even play games at the beach, such as football, or frisbee. The beach is a symbol of the fun times of summer.
the sun has never been too appealing to me. i tend to find the nearest patch of grass or shade and park there for the extent of my time at any given beach.
don’t get me wrong, i love the beach on a cool day, with a sweatshirt and the wind whipping my hair around, but otherwise… the word “overrated” comes to mind.
I love the beach. My sister-in-law’s brother lives on the beach. We go there quite often, actually. It’s very peaceful and it’s not crowded at all. It’s a great time. I love it.
a white washed, sandy area where the waves crash. people play with children, dogs, and with each other. it’s always a good time to go when it’s nice and hot, so you can cool off in the water. the water is salty and blue. it’s not the pool!
I want to be a king, but not just any king i want to be the king of a castle but not just any castle i want to be king of the greatest sand castle ever built, im talking like 1000 feet high
He hates beaches because of the sand and the way the wind blows it up into his eyes. I don’t really blame him, but I don’t understand how he could’ve followed his friends to Cancun for Spring Break if he’d loathe the whole thing. It was the girls. The tiny bikinis, the women that wear them.
beach. there have been many things this concept has brought in society. a place for fun, pleasure, a place to get away. but really, why do people find this so fascinating? what is the hold these tiny grains of sand have on people?
The beach is seen as a sunny place in our imagination. But we only visit beaches mostly when it is sunny. The beaches are there during the nights and storms too.
I hear, I smell, I tast the sea
the rumpled noon-day sand is hot
and burning brown
my smooth
and open skin
o! come rushing in!
roll all over me
to all at once …
Well, for starters Im going there tomorrow. My first steps, and hopefully my last will be taken on the sandy dunes of the Jersey Shore. Not only calming and therapeutic, but also full of life and fun. Endless possibilities leading to endless shores start on the coast.
I don’t think beaches are all they’re cracked up to be. Some seem nice, like in thailand or something, as they are picturesque, but some are just sandy and lame. I want a beach that has a really good bar and a nice hut. None of this sandy stuff. I like sand, not too much.
“I love this,” she sighed, stretching her arms above her head.
“Making sand angels?” her sister asked, taking a photo of her nephew playing further down the beach.
“Pooh,” was the dramatic reply, “that never works.”
The beach. I’ve never really loved the beach, even though I grew up by it. The seagulls, the waves, the sand. It’s all so earthy, and looks beautiful in pictures. But in person? nah. not for me.
The dunes smell like sunflowers. The air is a rush of heat and cool wind at the same time. I have a cold, brown bottle in my hand. A girl is laughing, she pulls her hat back and stares up at the sky.
Hot and sweaty
Wild and luscious
I love the salty taste
and the waves
The word beach brings back great memories in my college life. Not until you leave that paradise would you actually realize how much of a paradise that place is.
I live in a town that has a beach. It’s a small town, cozy and friendly. I love it here I really really do. Although beach water disturbs me; I hate not knowing what is lurking beneath the murky water, I love the feel of the sand on my feet and the way the sun beats down on the water warming it from above.
Sometimes when i go to the beach i eat potato chips. They are made from potatoes. They come in many flavors, like barbecue, and sour cream and onion. I like onions. French onion soup is good. rautyeu.
Sunset took the beach like you took me. Sand between my toes and salt in my ears were a last reminder of why summer made me sweat so much.
the beach is awesome, and blue, cristal like, the glass, and very purifying, i like it very much because it reminds me to my natal home, (:
Sand and seagulls and water do not begin describe the beach. It’s also the sweat on a can of ice tea and watermelon drips on your chin and sand sticking to your freshly SPF-ed skin.
The beach is a magical land of hot sand and salty, mysterious waters. Sometimes, you can get nakie on the beach. Other times, you have to wear waterproof clothing that is just as revealing as wearing underwear. Society does not make sense.
ah a day at the beach seagulls and sandcastles. the waves rushing in.
i’d go out into the water and float on my back and look up at the sky while the birds pass overhead.
I love going to the beach. I love spending the day laying out on the sandy shores with the blazing hot sun on my skin. I want to live at the beach when I’m older and be able to walk out the door and step on the hot sandy shores every morning.
I went to the beach in california for a church trip ti was amazing i love the beach its beutiful sanfy and hot and watery tumy and iw aas born around there gramma lives there yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
summer. of new beginnings and the starts of love. where everyone goes but i dont because hey, obviously im not good enough to.
I don’t really care for the beach when I’m assigned to go there. Did they really have to force me? It’s less fun that way. Plus, I had other things on my mind. And don’t make fun of my epic umbrella skills that you wish you had!
Sullivan’s Island comes into view as the drive down the beach begins. The most calming place in the world with the most comforting sand beneath your feet and the peace that surrounds you as you are encompassed by the sea breeze.
The beach is a peaceful place. It makes me think of my grandpa on easter. And after he died my cousin gave me a picture of him and I together walking on the wet sand and I was pointing at a seashell. It’s all I have left. That and my love of the smell of dirty garages. Like his. We went there every easter. I would bring home so many shells and wash them with wet paintbrushes. Then they would disappear some weeks later. Where did they all go?
The beach stretched out before him, endlessly. It curved into a pier, where faraway people, the size of ants to his eye, had their own fun. But he was happy.
I don’t like going to the beach that often because I have to wake up early. But I do like to go to get a tan. I don’t like to rub sunblock on and would rather spray it on. The beach can be fun, and a place to just relax.
I went to the beach last saturday. I don’t like going to the beach that often because that means I have to wake up very early and put sunblock on. I like to spray sunblock on. I don’t like getting sandy, but do enjoy getting a tan.
I love walking on the beach. It makes me feel alive. There are so many times when i look at old pictures and wish i was at the beach again. Oh how i long to feel the sand again between my toes again.
The boundaries between two realities. When I fail to imagine other dimensions, I think of what the beach must feel like to a fish.
The waves crashed down on her, pulling her under. “Julia!” I shrieked, looking for her. I didn’t see anything. Sydnie started looking around, too, when she didn’t resurface. “Julia!?” We cried out. Then something hit my knees and caused me to fall over… just as another wave crashed down. My lungs filled with salt water, and I was pulled and pushed and tossed and turned. The only times I knew which way was up was when the waves smashed me into the rocky bottom.
True story :)
water
sand
fun
friends
boat
swim
family
lunch
fish
shark
jellyfish
tubes
games
beach volleyball
beach football
fun
stingrays
Fucking sand everywhere! In my shorts, in my sandwich, and in my very soul. Its grainy feel is so annoying.
Wasn’t the word for yesterday tide? Man, it’s like the dev got lazy or something. stupid dev. Yeah, write about the beach. Pfft.
i love the beach. the sand, the salty water, the sunshine on my face. i love the feeling ove soaking the sun, when you can literally feel it. i cant decide if i like the beacj better crowded during the day, or by myself alone at night when it is empty.
I’d like to be under the sea, or at the beach, where my dreams would meet up with reality, where i can finally find my peace.
The beach is a place where anyone can have fun. if you love the water, you can play in it. If you aren’t a fan, you can sit on the sand and tan. Hell, you can even play games at the beach, such as football, or frisbee. The beach is a symbol of the fun times of summer.
the sun has never been too appealing to me. i tend to find the nearest patch of grass or shade and park there for the extent of my time at any given beach.
don’t get me wrong, i love the beach on a cool day, with a sweatshirt and the wind whipping my hair around, but otherwise… the word “overrated” comes to mind.
I love the beach. My sister-in-law’s brother lives on the beach. We go there quite often, actually. It’s very peaceful and it’s not crowded at all. It’s a great time. I love it.
a white washed, sandy area where the waves crash. people play with children, dogs, and with each other. it’s always a good time to go when it’s nice and hot, so you can cool off in the water. the water is salty and blue. it’s not the pool!