There was a soft creaking sound as the surrounding room began to lose its vibrance.
the lights and colours that had been so vivid before began to fade into the ever increasing darkness,
threatening to drag the evidence along with it.
my room is dim. sometimes I’ll be working and I wont notice how dim it became until i cant see my own hands. but sometimes the dimness is good. It gives me peace and something to think about. I try to take a nap, but because of the dimness, I just end up thinking.
A phase – everything goes through a phase of dimness; relationships, hope, happiness, health, joy, wealth…everything. But the thing to remember is that nothing goes through a phase of complete darkness – there’s always a light, no matter how dim.
It was dim in the room, and there was blood all over my hands. Everywhere. Blood. Everywhere. There was no way I was ever going to be able to cover my tracks, no way that no one would find out that I was the one who did this, but all I could do was close my eyes in the dim lit room and dream. Dream of clean hands.
light gets darker like at a fancy restaurant when you go out to eat with your family. also like christmas eve, when we open our presents by the light of the fire
I walk into a dim room, there you sit. You have been waiting for me and I am finally home. Where I should be. We are away from home so much. is our relationship dimming? or just me?
In the archives, in the corner of the darkening room, was a man. He had a beard that was white and a pair of truly circular glasses upon his nose. He sat with a small lightbulb above his head.
dark cold lost no light bulbs out of power out of heat candles cats dogs meow mckaela bloch turkey dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim MEOW cat cat cat cats . mckaela bloch. eats. maddie.
dimly lit and gray, the room gave off an eerie glow. from the shadows, a man appeared, dark as the night. he had a mask, and underneath this mask were all the secrets of the night. suddenly, a voice emerges, sweet, dark, and soaring, from the dark creature himself, the voice of a phantom, sounding foreign to the ears of the beholder. there was nothing so strange, yet so sweet, all at once.
YOU AND I
I LOVE GABRIEL NOT
JUST KIDDING I LOVE JESSUS CHRITWST! P)
i think jesus will provide a build a bear for me for christmas
history=his sroy! ahahha so cool :)
sdude this has so many mistakes
at first you think of someone being dim, but i think there’s too much hatred in the world right now to be thinking like that. Instead, think of a dim light bulb. let’s eliminate any dimness and make the world a brighter, happier place where we can all enjoy what we have.
dark. the future is dim. not much hope. sad. tired. so tired. and uninspired. what are you looking forward to? nothing? well that’s unfortunate. hiding behind the shadows. afraid of the dark, but afraid of the light too. not sure. confused. angry. hateful. bitter.
In the dim light, she looked at him. He did not look at her. She felt that his eyes were just as dim as the ambience of the dark, cold room, and it unnerved her. It struck her as very, very far from human.
In the dim light of the room, his name was ashes on my tongue. I watched him, the way the silver moonlight highlighted his skin in a world of chiaroscuro, contrasting the light and the shadow and the pure perfection that lay between it all. I whispered his name on my lips and wondered at the sound, the taste, the feel of smoke and fire and ash. Dry and suffocating.
The light was dim. I couldn’t see the man in front of me. I tried to move but was tied to a chair. I tried to speak, but a gag was over my mouth. “So you woke up.” He smirked. “Then I would like some answers. Answer them wisely, please.”
everything feels so dim when you cry
and once i start i can’t stop
a ticking clock, on and on we go
don’t stop or else you might want to let go
every tear is a waterfall
and i’m falling, oh so far, i’m falling into space
say hi to pluto for me, he seems so sad and lonely
the lights get low, so do their voices. everyone around is focused on the screen at the front. all is quiet, except for the steady breathes. a pin could drop and it would echo throughout the whole theater. attention, silence, all from the dimming of the lights.
The lights in my house are very dim because the bright lights would hurt my eyeballs they would burn the shit out of them. AND THAN I WOULD DIE! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! </3
In the darkness, you can see the light. Doesn’t matter if you looking for the heart, because in the end you get some of this. Just a little dim in your mind. Can you see?
He was as dim-witted as they come. A 15wt lightbulb dim. Just about a smart as a box of rocks. Yet they loved him. The little kids just ran to him, jumped in his lap, and waited to hear his next story. Each of us has a talent. Even those not blessed with brilliance.
In the dim room, full of smoke and cinnamon candles, there was a young man. Writing something on this typewriter. Clcking noise was killing the silence of the room. The image was almost like from some horror movie or perhaps not almost …
i like the word dim somehow. in my writing i use the word a lot. it shows up as an image when i write about places i know. i don’t know if dimness reflect in any way the view of my places and life.
The dim light passed through the cracked window. I was awed by the tiny rainbow it formed on the hardwood floor. For a room that had so much bad, it was obviously capable of holding some good.
The word dim reminds me about lamps because you can dim lights and make them dull. It also reminds me about something or someone being short. It also reminds me of the sky being dim.
Life was. Everything was. My heart was. Where was the light, we wondered all day. If we venture to the end of the universe and peek over the flap of darkness, will there be a dim light, or none at all, or only a faint glow of what once could have been light, but now is simply something forgotten, something left behind.
The room is dim. There is almost no light. Oh my I will I find what I need to find? The darkness in the room is so chilling, but the warmth from the other room is seaping through.
Blurs, lines, outlines, figures.
What is what, who is who?
Turns out I can never find out, never see until it happens.
Perhaps it is not only me.
Perhaps I am not the only one who sees nothing ahead of me,
Nothing to lead me except a dim light as I struggle to see through these blind eyes.
There was a soft creaking sound as the surrounding room began to lose its vibrance.
the lights and colours that had been so vivid before began to fade into the ever increasing darkness,
threatening to drag the evidence along with it.
Soon, there was nothing.
No proof. No evidence. No movement, No life.
Really? That is the best way you can think to describe her is dim??
Well…if the shoe fits…
That’s just ridiculous. She was Phi Beta Kappa.
So maybe she was really book smart. Or slept with her profs. Who knows?
OK — now you are just being downright mean.
my room is dim. sometimes I’ll be working and I wont notice how dim it became until i cant see my own hands. but sometimes the dimness is good. It gives me peace and something to think about. I try to take a nap, but because of the dimness, I just end up thinking.
not the brightest bulb on the tree
the sharpest tool in the box
shady lighting as your legs stick to the vinyl of a diner booth
A phase – everything goes through a phase of dimness; relationships, hope, happiness, health, joy, wealth…everything. But the thing to remember is that nothing goes through a phase of complete darkness – there’s always a light, no matter how dim.
Sun sets,
hides behind the trees.
Casting shadows,
while the sky
remains red.
Brightness dims,
Dawn turns over to dusk.
The sound of a silent world
is startling.
It was dim in the room, and there was blood all over my hands. Everywhere. Blood. Everywhere. There was no way I was ever going to be able to cover my tracks, no way that no one would find out that I was the one who did this, but all I could do was close my eyes in the dim lit room and dream. Dream of clean hands.
light gets darker like at a fancy restaurant when you go out to eat with your family. also like christmas eve, when we open our presents by the light of the fire
Dumb, or not bright.
I walk into a dim room, there you sit. You have been waiting for me and I am finally home. Where I should be. We are away from home so much. is our relationship dimming? or just me?
In the archives, in the corner of the darkening room, was a man. He had a beard that was white and a pair of truly circular glasses upon his nose. He sat with a small lightbulb above his head.
dark cold lost no light bulbs out of power out of heat candles cats dogs meow mckaela bloch turkey dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim MEOW cat cat cat cats . mckaela bloch. eats. maddie.
we dimmed the lights down, you looked so beautiful laying there with the little bit of light we had shining down on your body.
dimly lit and gray, the room gave off an eerie glow. from the shadows, a man appeared, dark as the night. he had a mask, and underneath this mask were all the secrets of the night. suddenly, a voice emerges, sweet, dark, and soaring, from the dark creature himself, the voice of a phantom, sounding foreign to the ears of the beholder. there was nothing so strange, yet so sweet, all at once.
YOU AND I
I LOVE GABRIEL NOT
JUST KIDDING I LOVE JESSUS CHRITWST! P)
i think jesus will provide a build a bear for me for christmas
history=his sroy! ahahha so cool :)
sdude this has so many mistakes
at first you think of someone being dim, but i think there’s too much hatred in the world right now to be thinking like that. Instead, think of a dim light bulb. let’s eliminate any dimness and make the world a brighter, happier place where we can all enjoy what we have.
I’ve said all I need to say in 30 watts. You call me on my faults, unaware that they are my strengths.
dark. the future is dim. not much hope. sad. tired. so tired. and uninspired. what are you looking forward to? nothing? well that’s unfortunate. hiding behind the shadows. afraid of the dark, but afraid of the light too. not sure. confused. angry. hateful. bitter.
In the dim light, she looked at him. He did not look at her. She felt that his eyes were just as dim as the ambience of the dark, cold room, and it unnerved her. It struck her as very, very far from human.
In the dim light of the room, his name was ashes on my tongue. I watched him, the way the silver moonlight highlighted his skin in a world of chiaroscuro, contrasting the light and the shadow and the pure perfection that lay between it all. I whispered his name on my lips and wondered at the sound, the taste, the feel of smoke and fire and ash. Dry and suffocating.
the lights are dim, and something’s about to happen. something romantic. who knows? maybe it’s just lust. but maybe, just maybe, it’s love.
i love you.
or maybe it’s just me, being the dimwitted me i am.
The light was dim. I couldn’t see the man in front of me. I tried to move but was tied to a chair. I tried to speak, but a gag was over my mouth. “So you woke up.” He smirked. “Then I would like some answers. Answer them wisely, please.”
Dim are the lights in my house because my eyes hurt like a bitch when the lights are too bright.
the lights are dim, and something’s about to happen. something romantic. who knows? maybe it’s just lust. but maybe, just maybe, it’s love.
i love you.
or maybe it’s just me, being the dimwitted me i am.
everything feels so dim when you cry
and once i start i can’t stop
a ticking clock, on and on we go
don’t stop or else you might want to let go
every tear is a waterfall
and i’m falling, oh so far, i’m falling into space
say hi to pluto for me, he seems so sad and lonely
the lights get low, so do their voices. everyone around is focused on the screen at the front. all is quiet, except for the steady breathes. a pin could drop and it would echo throughout the whole theater. attention, silence, all from the dimming of the lights.
The lights in my house are very dim because the bright lights would hurt my eyeballs they would burn the shit out of them. AND THAN I WOULD DIE! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! </3
In the darkness, you can see the light. Doesn’t matter if you looking for the heart, because in the end you get some of this. Just a little dim in your mind. Can you see?
lights are dim. people are dim. christmas trees are not dim.cvgfgdfg
Dim
He was as dim-witted as they come. A 15wt lightbulb dim. Just about a smart as a box of rocks. Yet they loved him. The little kids just ran to him, jumped in his lap, and waited to hear his next story. Each of us has a talent. Even those not blessed with brilliance.
dim fevered eyes.
you always wore bright colors and i
had to turn away.
In the dim room, full of smoke and cinnamon candles, there was a young man. Writing something on this typewriter. Clcking noise was killing the silence of the room. The image was almost like from some horror movie or perhaps not almost …
i like the word dim somehow. in my writing i use the word a lot. it shows up as an image when i write about places i know. i don’t know if dimness reflect in any way the view of my places and life.
The dim light passed through the cracked window. I was awed by the tiny rainbow it formed on the hardwood floor. For a room that had so much bad, it was obviously capable of holding some good.
The word dim reminds me about lamps because you can dim lights and make them dull. It also reminds me about something or someone being short. It also reminds me of the sky being dim.
dark, fuzzy, slow and obscure
Hard to see, not enough light to see clearly.
soft and hazy
desiring more light.
Life was. Everything was. My heart was. Where was the light, we wondered all day. If we venture to the end of the universe and peek over the flap of darkness, will there be a dim light, or none at all, or only a faint glow of what once could have been light, but now is simply something forgotten, something left behind.
The room is dim. There is almost no light. Oh my I will I find what I need to find? The darkness in the room is so chilling, but the warmth from the other room is seaping through.
Blurs, lines, outlines, figures.
What is what, who is who?
Turns out I can never find out, never see until it happens.
Perhaps it is not only me.
Perhaps I am not the only one who sees nothing ahead of me,
Nothing to lead me except a dim light as I struggle to see through these blind eyes.
It is something that is somewhat dark but has enouph light so you could see something. It is a ajective.