There’s a little bookshop that’s locally owned. There’s a girl that goes in there every day, but she never buys anything. She just looks and looks and looks and looks. And I work there and I always see her, and I wonder what she’s doing. I used to worry that she would shoplift. But then I realized she always reads the same book. The book that was her mother’s favorite. Her mother who died last fall.
The local people in my town are crazy. Not a good crazy, but the jump up and attack you at any second crazy. Like mrs.nabbs, she’s one of those cute old cat ladies. O e to e I was over at her house, and let me tell you, she is far from crazy.
I thought immediately of our nearby tesco and the family trips we make to it. It is a kind of symbol of our families unity to go down together and buy sweets and things we don’t generally need.
I don’t know much about the meaning of local. Basically because english isn’t my first languaje. I love my locals, chilean people are amazing, with so much to learn, so much they haven’t seen, but with so much love for each other.
It’s near me. Not far. Just like the news. Just like the smell of a fresh pot of chili cooking. Local Yocal, the sheriff. It’s all good. I prefer local, as opposed to distant, now, even more that gas prices are up so high. It’s the good way to be. Just like it was in the old days.
He was a local. To him that meant knowing more than those who weren’t. He didn’t realize the others had a different kind of knowledge from the place that was local to them. It was good this way – he knew best. There was no need to think any further than that.
It was just the local place. He always came here. It was where he felt most like himself. His pathetic, single, bitter self. The local. He had met her here. One miserable day in November. She had been sitting by the window by herself, sipping a gin and tonic. Her. He missed her.
Marion struggled against the ties that bound her, her entire life. She wanted to run away from this place, this time. But there was a war on in these streets, a local war that she was tied up in. There was nothing for it but to fight back, and dream of the freedom that could, would come, someday. Freedom to leave.
The town had a bar. A few resturaunts. A gym. Nothing special, just an average town with average citizens. Buy what goes on behind closed doors can surprise you.
i grew up i a buy local community called asheville. there you would have farmers markets edible gardens. it was a poor mans paradise and EVERYTHING was organic of course. i loved to go to the local garden marketsand see the beautiful foods and smells. i miss it
At the local coffee shop everyone seemed a total stranger. Gazing down at their phones and their bevrages, I could not see anyone’s eyes, it felt kind of lonely.
I remember going to the local burger joint and hanging out with you for hours. I miss you and whenever I see you it hurts because I remember our time together. It wasn’t long but you stole my heart. Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
When I see the word ‘local,’ I think of my family and friends. I think of my small hometown and all of the great friends and memories that come with it. I also think of youth and innocence when I see the word ‘local’.
The dim bar down the road spelled trouble, but it was Glens only chance. known for being somewhat of a ominous and sexually narcissist venue, the local bar deemed “Gordon’s” struck Glen as a place where he might find what he was searching for. shimmering black-lights flickered more noticeably as he neared its odorous entryway, his feet bombarding the rough, calloused concrete, blooming with weeds. confidently sauntering up to the burly bouncer, cigar smoke weaving in and out of his various facial earrings, Glen entered unscathed.
The local people were torn; my family had always been well-respected by them, but they were a people who had always, foremost, put the entirety of their loyalty and faith in the presiding official. Atrosh’s condemnation of alchemy was the first legal pronunciation that had ever directly involved one of their own community, and though many silently opposed the idea, they silently accepted it, scared sheep fearful of their wrathful shepherd’s crock.
He is one of the locals. It is good to know him. He is a native speaker, of course he is. Take his guide, follow him, he is a local and he is one of the good guys.
where you at?
i see you,
you local.
you on the down low.
you a part of this town
this field, this city,
this landscape yours.
it need you, and you need it.
buy fresh, buy local.
be fresh, be local.
where you at?
i see you local, on the down low.
you are a part of this town
this field, this city,
this landscape is yours.
it needs you, and you need it.
buy fresh, buy local.
be fresh, be local.
Sitting in this library. Local I guess since I live ten minutes from here. This city is shit. I’ve never felt so out of place somewhere yet so apart of it before. I want to leave. Paris, maybe. My phone keeps buzzing next to me which indicates I may actually have some hope for going somewhere else eventually.
I start to realize that staying local is the basis of helping our Earth stay green and healthy. Eat local, shop local, be local. Most locations have everything they need to sustain life. My local needs are simple, gym, store, work, home, movies, etc… not much more needed than that, right?
I used to live on the IRT line to Flushing.
That’s how I went to college, downtown and many other spiffy places/
Local means the train stops at every station whether people want to get off or on or not. Not a bad way to go.
Local. When I think of this word, the first place that pops into my head is Ludlow, Vermont – my hometown. Local foods. Local stores. The word “local” applies to everything that is personal, unlike the big hardware stores that exist in a million other places around the country.
Local, I think about all my friends ad they familiar places.. The familiar sounds.. his voice.. things like that. which only means no matter what the case im thinking about him, look i turned local, into him. What the fuck.
local? local local local local park duck old men feeding them local legend local freak i am one lol I have earnt my reputation believe me, not good one either, some people think i’m fucking great around her, not everyone, i get blamed for things, I miss my pet ducks, I wonder if they are alive… hmm
Feels like home. Somewhere to belong. A sense of comfort – of knowing. Also can be a bit scary… too many people knowing you and about you. Freedom vs security. Excitement vs safety
There’s a little bookshop that’s locally owned. There’s a girl that goes in there every day, but she never buys anything. She just looks and looks and looks and looks. And I work there and I always see her, and I wonder what she’s doing. I used to worry that she would shoplift. But then I realized she always reads the same book. The book that was her mother’s favorite. Her mother who died last fall.
I always bought local cause there was really never another choice.
Food. Denizen. Tradition.
The treasure of one’s community is often overlooked but is most often delightfully rich and vibrant.
The local people in my town are crazy. Not a good crazy, but the jump up and attack you at any second crazy. Like mrs.nabbs, she’s one of those cute old cat ladies. O e to e I was over at her house, and let me tell you, she is far from crazy.
home; where my family and friends are and my life. Everything comforting to me.
I thought immediately of our nearby tesco and the family trips we make to it. It is a kind of symbol of our families unity to go down together and buy sweets and things we don’t generally need.
the origin that we share , our backgrounds , ours , the sma place the same smell down the corner.
We’re both local, but we’d never met. Chance fucked us. However the universe decided we should meet today, when i leave tomorrow. Fuck you, fate.
You can look and look for friends that live local, but it’s hard, especially when you don’t get out much.
I don’t know much about the meaning of local. Basically because english isn’t my first languaje. I love my locals, chilean people are amazing, with so much to learn, so much they haven’t seen, but with so much love for each other.
It’s near me. Not far. Just like the news. Just like the smell of a fresh pot of chili cooking. Local Yocal, the sheriff. It’s all good. I prefer local, as opposed to distant, now, even more that gas prices are up so high. It’s the good way to be. Just like it was in the old days.
sun setting on a patch of grass
the music from a bar
a girl whose shirt doesn’t fit
sun setting on a patch of grass
the music from a bar
a girl who’s shirt doesn’t fit
He was a local. To him that meant knowing more than those who weren’t. He didn’t realize the others had a different kind of knowledge from the place that was local to them. It was good this way – he knew best. There was no need to think any further than that.
It was just the local place. He always came here. It was where he felt most like himself. His pathetic, single, bitter self. The local. He had met her here. One miserable day in November. She had been sitting by the window by herself, sipping a gin and tonic. Her. He missed her.
Marion struggled against the ties that bound her, her entire life. She wanted to run away from this place, this time. But there was a war on in these streets, a local war that she was tied up in. There was nothing for it but to fight back, and dream of the freedom that could, would come, someday. Freedom to leave.
The town had a bar. A few resturaunts. A gym. Nothing special, just an average town with average citizens. Buy what goes on behind closed doors can surprise you.
i grew up i a buy local community called asheville. there you would have farmers markets edible gardens. it was a poor mans paradise and EVERYTHING was organic of course. i loved to go to the local garden marketsand see the beautiful foods and smells. i miss it
Be the child you wish to see in the world and see humanity as a family that has hardly met.
At the local coffee shop everyone seemed a total stranger. Gazing down at their phones and their bevrages, I could not see anyone’s eyes, it felt kind of lonely.
nearby, all politics, phone calls that don’t cost much, pain reliever on my teeth, but it hurts, friends, close, school
I remember going to the local burger joint and hanging out with you for hours. I miss you and whenever I see you it hurts because I remember our time together. It wasn’t long but you stole my heart. Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
When I see the word ‘local,’ I think of my family and friends. I think of my small hometown and all of the great friends and memories that come with it. I also think of youth and innocence when I see the word ‘local’.
The dim bar down the road spelled trouble, but it was Glens only chance. known for being somewhat of a ominous and sexually narcissist venue, the local bar deemed “Gordon’s” struck Glen as a place where he might find what he was searching for. shimmering black-lights flickered more noticeably as he neared its odorous entryway, his feet bombarding the rough, calloused concrete, blooming with weeds. confidently sauntering up to the burly bouncer, cigar smoke weaving in and out of his various facial earrings, Glen entered unscathed.
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“It was a local restaurant and nothing special, but it was popular amongst the townspeople,” she started out. Everyone was already bored.
“It ends with the townspeople in pies, doesn’t it? Like Sweeney Todd?”
“No,” she said with a knife behind her back, “It ends with you.”
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The local people were torn; my family had always been well-respected by them, but they were a people who had always, foremost, put the entirety of their loyalty and faith in the presiding official. Atrosh’s condemnation of alchemy was the first legal pronunciation that had ever directly involved one of their own community, and though many silently opposed the idea, they silently accepted it, scared sheep fearful of their wrathful shepherd’s crock.
He is one of the locals. It is good to know him. He is a native speaker, of course he is. Take his guide, follow him, he is a local and he is one of the good guys.
where you at?
i see you,
you local.
you on the down low.
you a part of this town
this field, this city,
this landscape yours.
it need you, and you need it.
buy fresh, buy local.
be fresh, be local.
where you at?
i see you local, on the down low.
you are a part of this town
this field, this city,
this landscape is yours.
it needs you, and you need it.
buy fresh, buy local.
be fresh, be local.
Sitting in this library. Local I guess since I live ten minutes from here. This city is shit. I’ve never felt so out of place somewhere yet so apart of it before. I want to leave. Paris, maybe. My phone keeps buzzing next to me which indicates I may actually have some hope for going somewhere else eventually.
I start to realize that staying local is the basis of helping our Earth stay green and healthy. Eat local, shop local, be local. Most locations have everything they need to sustain life. My local needs are simple, gym, store, work, home, movies, etc… not much more needed than that, right?
I used to live on the IRT line to Flushing.
That’s how I went to college, downtown and many other spiffy places/
Local means the train stops at every station whether people want to get off or on or not. Not a bad way to go.
Local. I like to eat local. I like food. I like good food. I like good organic food
Local. When I think of this word, the first place that pops into my head is Ludlow, Vermont – my hometown. Local foods. Local stores. The word “local” applies to everything that is personal, unlike the big hardware stores that exist in a million other places around the country.
Local, I think about all my friends ad they familiar places.. The familiar sounds.. his voice.. things like that. which only means no matter what the case im thinking about him, look i turned local, into him. What the fuck.
local? local local local local park duck old men feeding them local legend local freak i am one lol I have earnt my reputation believe me, not good one either, some people think i’m fucking great around her, not everyone, i get blamed for things, I miss my pet ducks, I wonder if they are alive… hmm
Feels like home. Somewhere to belong. A sense of comfort – of knowing. Also can be a bit scary… too many people knowing you and about you. Freedom vs security. Excitement vs safety
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