I never liked going to the beach. I hear other people tell stories of living at the beach in the summer, hanging out with friends and la la la… but to me beaches are boring. Maybe it’s because I don’t swim.
i absolutely love the beach. my friends and i spend most of our summers there, or at least that’s our most favorite place to be. The best memories take place there, both with my family and friends. I want to live there soooo bad! It’s be amazing.
I always remembered the beach as fun. It was something I always enjoyed, always looked forward to. Not anymore. Looking down at all the beached whales, I knew it would never be the same again.
i am SO excited i’m going to the beach on the 4th with my buddies from work.w e have nol ives. jsut work. but we’re our own little geroup and i love it. i type like shit right now because i cut my right pointer finger at work. go figure…it’s jsut really hard t type.a dn type fast at tat…
Yesterday I wrote about tides, today it’s the beach. Apparently this is a word association game, and I didn’t even know it.
I have a mustache. Anchovies.
Confetti.
The beach… Sand, water, sky, all converging into one. I haven’t been to the beach in over 5 years… Instead I’ve been stuck in this small cramped room, with no chance of ever seeing the beach again… But i remember. I remember visiting the ocean as a small child, with my mother and father…
Again, like I said before, I’m not really a fan of whales. Or this one guy, who’s on faculty at the local college, who’s morbidly obese and has the last name of Beach. I don’t like him, either.
The only time I ever lived by a beach was in Irvine. We used to have beach parties every summer in the band, get together and enjoy the end of the school year, toss all our homework papers into the firepits and see all the hours of stress evaporate away. Sitting in a group, listening to one of the guys play a sappy tune on the guitar as the sun sets… the cinders of our past glowing and winking out in the space of a breath.
Sand everywhere. But that doesn’t catch my attention. It goes to the sea. The power, the steadiness, the mystery. I am sucked to the horizon. Darn, I feel like Ishmael.
Alright so this is pretty obvious ot choose for this time of year. I mean everyone enjoys the beach. I haven’t been yet, but I’m looking forward to it. Nantucket. Beautiful. Beach is also another way to say bitch if you don’t wanna swear.
sun and fresh air. but unfortunately the beautiful white sands are tarnished with residue of stupidity. Black sludge and the corpses of fish litter the beach.
The beach always seemed like a romantic place in movies, but I found it to be dangerous and full of regret. The sun always bearing down as a constant reminder of what could never return, what was forever broken, lying on the ocean floor. I hoped to never return to this place where I had lost so much and gained nothing. The only gratitude I offered was the peace that the tide would wash away my footprints and never bother anyone with the knowledge that I was here.
The sirens rang as the wheels screeched to a halt. On lookers lined the streets, their eyes doing all the talking. No one had seen a beached whale in the city.
The beach is a place of terror for many people. This is where you must parade around in a bathing suit. Is it scarier for the person in the suit or for the people who can see it?
The sand fell grain by grain as i lifted my feet from the warm beach floor. The water just reached my toes, and i knew this was the best place to be in the world.
…the beach squeaked,she was a manly woman,short hair,small breasts..but a very nice ass.the fire cracker rocket hit her breast.i scooped up water to put it out(lucky me:-)she masturbated me on the way home.it was the only time she ever touched my penis…
the beach is sandy and sunny, in the summertime.
The water is cooling.
The birds are annoying.
The people are useually unnattractive.
i dont much like the beach.
But i do like the lake….. or ocean. or whatever.
when i am on a boat, but i do not like the beach. Atall.
house. beach is an up and coming indie band who has released only one cd. the title track of the cd. im sorry i meant the first track is titled zebra. the lyrics say black and white horse.
the sun is setting- a yellow glow settles over absolutely everything. when you look at the sun across the ocean your face is glowing and i’ve never seen anything so beautiful. and then the rain comes down. its pouring down our faces as we look at each other and smile bigger than i’ve ever smiled. we laugh and dance and soon its over. the rain stops abruptly.
I didn’t go to the beach until I was 16 years old. I went with my youth group, and it was subtly different than a pool. I still was able to swim, but since I am very petite, I was easily swept away by the tide.
i want to kiss someone at the beach. i think it would be kinda romantic. but that time in golmore gilrs when lane has sex at the beach she says its too sandy, but maggie told me it was nicee. so i dont know. sex on the beack sounds like fun :)
We were planning on staying there forever. It felt so safe, away from the wondering eyes, the unexplainable answers. The light from the lighthouse searched the deep waters, while we hid underneath the beaming glare.
The most relaxing place there is. Not a worry in the world. Close your eyes and feel nothing. When someone looks for the definition of peaceful, this is what they mean.
She stuck her toes in the sand and laid there deep in though. She wished she could stay on these beach forever and no one would come and find her. This was her moment of pure bliss.
Life’s a beach. Really. Stop worrying about Ll the stupid stuff that’s going on in it, and relax. It’s not worth ruining your only chance at it. I’ve been there, way too many times.
sunscreen i like sunscreen the girl with the twoel and the udnerwear I used to have a pink one it was faded books bookshelves my mom’s old library other stuff my phone just wrang. buzzed. rang. beach. sounds like bitch my teacher ms fernandez used to say beach like bitch it was hilarious I couldn’t stop laughing this was like seventh grade.
i want the beach so much right now calm cool easy i want sex on the beach i hate working i don’t want to work i want the sun on my body on my face its heat enveloping me and not a care in the world but the ocean oil spills ruin our beautiful ocean.
me and you spent one of my favourite times there…
i often think of what it would be like if it was me and you.
its been me and you for so long.
but never officially.
now that he is gone and you are hurting,
i want to be there so badly for you,
but you wont let me in…
i miss you.
i miss us.
I sat on beach, the hot sun tanning my face and bleaching my hair. i let myself relax as the rays beat down on my body. i let out a deep sigh and picked up my book.
Well here i sit with a heavy heart… I wanted to go swim at the beach but was unable to muster the strenghth to get off my fat ass to start the car….fuck my life….
ive already done this. there is nothing new to say about the captivation the grains of sand hold on people. it hypmotizes one’s brain and makes us believe it is thee place to be. to hold, to walk on, to live by. what really is so special about this place, no one knows.
I never liked going to the beach. I hear other people tell stories of living at the beach in the summer, hanging out with friends and la la la… but to me beaches are boring. Maybe it’s because I don’t swim.
i absolutely love the beach. my friends and i spend most of our summers there, or at least that’s our most favorite place to be. The best memories take place there, both with my family and friends. I want to live there soooo bad! It’s be amazing.
I always remembered the beach as fun. It was something I always enjoyed, always looked forward to. Not anymore. Looking down at all the beached whales, I knew it would never be the same again.
i am SO excited i’m going to the beach on the 4th with my buddies from work.w e have nol ives. jsut work. but we’re our own little geroup and i love it. i type like shit right now because i cut my right pointer finger at work. go figure…it’s jsut really hard t type.a dn type fast at tat…
Yesterday I wrote about tides, today it’s the beach. Apparently this is a word association game, and I didn’t even know it.
I have a mustache. Anchovies.
Confetti.
The beach… Sand, water, sky, all converging into one. I haven’t been to the beach in over 5 years… Instead I’ve been stuck in this small cramped room, with no chance of ever seeing the beach again… But i remember. I remember visiting the ocean as a small child, with my mother and father…
Again, like I said before, I’m not really a fan of whales. Or this one guy, who’s on faculty at the local college, who’s morbidly obese and has the last name of Beach. I don’t like him, either.
The only time I ever lived by a beach was in Irvine. We used to have beach parties every summer in the band, get together and enjoy the end of the school year, toss all our homework papers into the firepits and see all the hours of stress evaporate away. Sitting in a group, listening to one of the guys play a sappy tune on the guitar as the sun sets… the cinders of our past glowing and winking out in the space of a breath.
I love the beach. especially in this heat! I dont enjoy obese people in bathing suits tho….
Ick… sand in nono places and a hot sun… I’d rather go up north. I’d rather be chilly.
Sand everywhere. But that doesn’t catch my attention. It goes to the sea. The power, the steadiness, the mystery. I am sucked to the horizon. Darn, I feel like Ishmael.
who knows what flotsam can be found here?
wander, take a look.
is it sea glass, or just broken beer bottles?
spare change or buried dubloons?
Alright so this is pretty obvious ot choose for this time of year. I mean everyone enjoys the beach. I haven’t been yet, but I’m looking forward to it. Nantucket. Beautiful. Beach is also another way to say bitch if you don’t wanna swear.
sun and fresh air. but unfortunately the beautiful white sands are tarnished with residue of stupidity. Black sludge and the corpses of fish litter the beach.
The beach always seemed like a romantic place in movies, but I found it to be dangerous and full of regret. The sun always bearing down as a constant reminder of what could never return, what was forever broken, lying on the ocean floor. I hoped to never return to this place where I had lost so much and gained nothing. The only gratitude I offered was the peace that the tide would wash away my footprints and never bother anyone with the knowledge that I was here.
The sirens rang as the wheels screeched to a halt. On lookers lined the streets, their eyes doing all the talking. No one had seen a beached whale in the city.
The beach is a place of terror for many people. This is where you must parade around in a bathing suit. Is it scarier for the person in the suit or for the people who can see it?
The sand fell grain by grain as i lifted my feet from the warm beach floor. The water just reached my toes, and i knew this was the best place to be in the world.
…the beach squeaked,she was a manly woman,short hair,small breasts..but a very nice ass.the fire cracker rocket hit her breast.i scooped up water to put it out(lucky me:-)she masturbated me on the way home.it was the only time she ever touched my penis…
the beach is sandy and sunny, in the summertime.
The water is cooling.
The birds are annoying.
The people are useually unnattractive.
i dont much like the beach.
But i do like the lake….. or ocean. or whatever.
when i am on a boat, but i do not like the beach. Atall.
house. beach is an up and coming indie band who has released only one cd. the title track of the cd. im sorry i meant the first track is titled zebra. the lyrics say black and white horse.
‘can we go to the beach?’ i asked with my puppy dog eyes.
‘darling, you know i leave tomorrow. lets make this goodbye as painless as possible.’
The sun blazing down on my glistening skin. The roar of the waves blaring in my ears, deafening me. My mind at ease, and my state of peace achieved.
the sun is setting- a yellow glow settles over absolutely everything. when you look at the sun across the ocean your face is glowing and i’ve never seen anything so beautiful. and then the rain comes down. its pouring down our faces as we look at each other and smile bigger than i’ve ever smiled. we laugh and dance and soon its over. the rain stops abruptly.
I didn’t go to the beach until I was 16 years old. I went with my youth group, and it was subtly different than a pool. I still was able to swim, but since I am very petite, I was easily swept away by the tide.
i want to kiss someone at the beach. i think it would be kinda romantic. but that time in golmore gilrs when lane has sex at the beach she says its too sandy, but maggie told me it was nicee. so i dont know. sex on the beack sounds like fun :)
We were planning on staying there forever. It felt so safe, away from the wondering eyes, the unexplainable answers. The light from the lighthouse searched the deep waters, while we hid underneath the beaming glare.
The most relaxing place there is. Not a worry in the world. Close your eyes and feel nothing. When someone looks for the definition of peaceful, this is what they mean.
She stuck her toes in the sand and laid there deep in though. She wished she could stay on these beach forever and no one would come and find her. This was her moment of pure bliss.
Life’s a beach. Really. Stop worrying about Ll the stupid stuff that’s going on in it, and relax. It’s not worth ruining your only chance at it. I’ve been there, way too many times.
sunscreen i like sunscreen the girl with the twoel and the udnerwear I used to have a pink one it was faded books bookshelves my mom’s old library other stuff my phone just wrang. buzzed. rang. beach. sounds like bitch my teacher ms fernandez used to say beach like bitch it was hilarious I couldn’t stop laughing this was like seventh grade.
i want the beach so much right now calm cool easy i want sex on the beach i hate working i don’t want to work i want the sun on my body on my face its heat enveloping me and not a care in the world but the ocean oil spills ruin our beautiful ocean.
me and you spent one of my favourite times there…
i often think of what it would be like if it was me and you.
its been me and you for so long.
but never officially.
now that he is gone and you are hurting,
i want to be there so badly for you,
but you wont let me in…
i miss you.
i miss us.
beaches are awesome, but sand is abrasive. ouch. begone from my crack you foul beast, also the sea hurts my hairstyle.
I sat on beach, the hot sun tanning my face and bleaching my hair. i let myself relax as the rays beat down on my body. i let out a deep sigh and picked up my book.
a beach is a fun place to go in the summer. its mostly made up of water and sand or rocks. I like the beach, and would like to go sometime soon.
sand beneath your feet. the sound of the ocean. the smell of sunscreen. hearing the laughter as children build sand castles and adults play volleyball
Well here i sit with a heavy heart… I wanted to go swim at the beach but was unable to muster the strenghth to get off my fat ass to start the car….fuck my life….
The sand.
Its something you can never quite forget. Its in your swimsuit, in your eyes sometimes, and most of all, its something that you take home.
Those little grains that you cant help but pick off your skin in the car ride home, from when you were rolling around with your lover.
That small reminder of happiness
ive already done this. there is nothing new to say about the captivation the grains of sand hold on people. it hypmotizes one’s brain and makes us believe it is thee place to be. to hold, to walk on, to live by. what really is so special about this place, no one knows.