He ran toward the dim light at the end of the endless darkness.
“The end is just the beginning…” A voice seemed to echo around the darkness.
He continued running until the light fully enveloped him feeling his lungs ready to explode.
she entered the dimly light room in the dull apartment skeptically.
dreary wall paper surrounded her though it was even more damp and dingy than that of what she had been expecting.
she dropped her dirty bag to the floor, darkened to a horrid brownish color.
and she wished with all her being she could return home and away from this undesirable den within her dream.
some people are very dim. dim witted. slow, out of touch, not connected, unable to articulate, understand or interact. i think sometimes I am surrounded by them.
the lights are going dim inside my mind.
i try to explore all the ideas still stored up in there, but life is making it dark and i can’t see anything anymore.
The light were dim and the soft sounds of his voice filled my ears. All I ever thought about was him; the sound of his breath, the warmth of his skin, and the peace his heartbeat brought me. Nothing could compare. We were irrevocably and undoubtedly in love. Years of unfinished thoughts and painful goodbyes formed into one moment, fantastically freeing.
we are the ghosts between dusk and dawn. we are the rumours that fly in whispers. we are the secret messages on a back-masked cassette. we are the spaces in the lyrics of songs. we are the affair novelists keep trying to write about. we are the tragic comedy that actors mock. we are the thieves that come home empty handed. we are the criminals that hide in plain sight.
My eyes are dim – I cannot see. I have not got my specs with me.
I have not got my specs with me.
There were ants, ants, doing a little dance, in the store, in the store.
There were ants, ants, doing a little dance in the quartermaster’s store.
lights are off, quiet, he’s not very bright. oh my gosh what am I even saying? what is one word? am I supposed to just type as many words as I can. AM I dim? holy crap I think I am. I don’t get it, I’m flustered. But at least people in the library think I’m doing work…
It’s afternoon in the salon. The dim lighting sways in the wind, as the dusty plains outside whistle with the breeze. The curtains are grimy and need a good wash. But then their stories wouldn’t be told to those who stare at them while they sip their scotch. Ice cubes clink. Clink. Clink. Swirl. Sip.
the lights are dim.
we are together
i hear music
and you come close
your hand is on my face
and you kiss me
you tell me to come here
with arms wide open
we kiss passionately
i missed you
As the room dimmed from Andy’s consciousness, Dr. Edmunds lowered the flow to the anaesthesia mask. He hung the tank on the wall between the tire pump and tennis racquets. It would be the first time a human head would be removed and successfully transplanted onto a Roomba™. Andy regained consciousness as his new body circled the living room carpet, his appendicitis miraculously gone.
In a dark room I stand alone. I wish you were there to show me the right way to go because I’m heading in the wrong direction. Your nowhere around and I don’t know where you are… Nor do I know where I am. I need you to show me the exit to this room.
“Why are you so dim?!” Molly yelled at him, seizing his face with both hands and pressing her lips to his. “I don’t want to help you with her because you’re supposed to be mine!”
the lights at the top of the screen. a gray translucent gray. or shall i say grey. i never get that one right. i never do. how can i be so sure or am i just dim witted. what’s so dim witted a
dim?
well, my favorite part of the day is right at the end when i get to dim all my lights and lay in bed with the window open and just smell fresh summer air.
on the other hand, i hate dim sims.
All the time, we are always trying to fit in, to put on different masks just to see which one we look better in. Then we meet people, some who might wrap their arms and hearts all over you to show acceptance, but some might indirectly wave a goodbye and break the bond you once shared. Furthermore, we can either choose to walk on a muddy road, or take another route to brighter days. But it’s hard to know what future has in store for us. Heartbreaks? Eternal joy? Serendipity? Woes and tears?
Dim the lights, no matter what, the show must go on, and we would just have to wait and see what will happen next.
As the lights dim he starts to get nervous. “She is alone now should i go talk to her? Should i go over there and ask her to dance?” He have had a crush on her for a long time now. “But what if she rejects me?” He sighs. “All well…” He then takes a shot of whiskey. “Okay i can do this…” He walks over to her and says. “Hi wan-” but then gets cut off by a big guy who pushes him out of the way and the big guy grabs her and asks her to dance.
The lights are dim. Dim the lights. I guess dim could also be used to describe someone who isn’t very bright, like smart.
Dim also rhymes with Jim. And Tim. And Kim. And Rim.
Backwards it’s mid.
Add an e and it’s dime. Dimes are cool.
Oh yeah.
The light was dim in the room. It was so dim that I could just barely make out my hands when I held them out in front of me. I could smell the dust in the air, and I could see vague shapes of large furniture and various objects that formed a path more like a deer trail than anything useful to a human.
the dim room was dank and smelled of mold. All she could see was a high window and the stars through it. The chair she was tied to was rickety and old.
Dim. Like Dark. Darkened, dimmed eyes. Eyes that don’t shine anymore. A hopelessness, a fire quenched long ago, dimmed to ashes that cease to shimmer in the darkness. I can’t see you in the dark, my dear, my dear. I can’t see, you’ve vanished. Dimmed.
oh yeah, that well, its a goldfish. not very smart poor fella. Kinda dim. He flops around a bit in the cutest fashion though. I’ll sell him for 12 pence. sound good?
The lights in her are fading
Like the love he has for me
What once was bright and hopeful is nothing more
than a flame that is ready to be set free from the capturing wick
A cold, heartless thing it is, for our love to fade as the dim light in this room
omygoodne its dark in here i dont know. wll now i dreally dont know i mean i dont know anything. what would a world be like without knowing anything?! insane. weird. no retantion. wed be goldfish haha goldfish raw that was a word! oh yeah, dim. lets see that when colors are low right? or light?
I couldn’t actually see his face, it was as if through a dimmed light, as through a fog.
“Is that really you”, I whispered. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had sneaked into my room slowly during the night, silent as a thief, and now was watching me while I was sleeping. How did I look? Was I drooling? Oh, gosh, why can’t it just go like in movies? After I looked at the mirror, it was an even greater shock. Under no circumstances would I ever before let him see me like this, with my hair messed up and make up smudged all over my face.
“I feel closer to you now, you know. Now that you’ve seen my ogre side. Yes. I definitely feel much closer to you now. And that’s good, right?” – he looked back with a surprised glance. “You’re as crazy as a betsy bug. But that might be why I love you.”
I don’t like to think about this as a tired person. I am, as you do say, dim in head. Dim from lots of things, but mostly tired. Thinking, thinking… time and all that. I can’t always make up anything out of this dim, and in some ways this is sadliness.
Dim the lights. Embrace the moment. Don’t speak. Actions speak louder. So act….show the things you’ve been holding back. Grasp an emotion and depict it to me within your every move. Make me believe you. Believe me. I should understand. You should already know. So dim the lights. Decrease the possibility of me seeing you. Hide your eyes….I’d hate to see what your soul really hides.
She turned the lights down in preparation. The dim light somehow made her feel more sensual. He knocked. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the knob. She didn’t know he could look so good.
The lights were dim. His eyes looked across the battlefield, so full of hate and despair. He’d lost everything. He’d lost everyone. There was no hope of stopping the beast of a man in front of him. And yet here he stood. Ready to endure it all.
Dim lights, dim mind. Such negativity with a word with such potential. Sometimes not seeing clearly is okay. Sometimes we need murkiness to compel us forward.
The lights had faded. the mind had gone blank. the life in his eyes faded. his memory becoming dim. everything they knew had vanished. and so the end had came. destroyed by the one they loved the most. The lights had faded.
He ran toward the dim light at the end of the endless darkness.
“The end is just the beginning…” A voice seemed to echo around the darkness.
He continued running until the light fully enveloped him feeling his lungs ready to explode.
“It’s a baby boy, Mrs. Adams!”
she entered the dimly light room in the dull apartment skeptically.
dreary wall paper surrounded her though it was even more damp and dingy than that of what she had been expecting.
she dropped her dirty bag to the floor, darkened to a horrid brownish color.
and she wished with all her being she could return home and away from this undesirable den within her dream.
There s a dim place inside of me now. God help me. I know this is an obstacle to make me stronger. I trust you.
the lights. my future. you. in the morning. in the corner.
some people are very dim. dim witted. slow, out of touch, not connected, unable to articulate, understand or interact. i think sometimes I am surrounded by them.
the lights are going dim inside my mind.
i try to explore all the ideas still stored up in there, but life is making it dark and i can’t see anything anymore.
will you light my candle, my love?
The light were dim and the soft sounds of his voice filled my ears. All I ever thought about was him; the sound of his breath, the warmth of his skin, and the peace his heartbeat brought me. Nothing could compare. We were irrevocably and undoubtedly in love. Years of unfinished thoughts and painful goodbyes formed into one moment, fantastically freeing.
we are the ghosts between dusk and dawn. we are the rumours that fly in whispers. we are the secret messages on a back-masked cassette. we are the spaces in the lyrics of songs. we are the affair novelists keep trying to write about. we are the tragic comedy that actors mock. we are the thieves that come home empty handed. we are the criminals that hide in plain sight.
My eyes are dim – I cannot see. I have not got my specs with me.
I have not got my specs with me.
There were ants, ants, doing a little dance, in the store, in the store.
There were ants, ants, doing a little dance in the quartermaster’s store.
lights are off, quiet, he’s not very bright. oh my gosh what am I even saying? what is one word? am I supposed to just type as many words as I can. AM I dim? holy crap I think I am. I don’t get it, I’m flustered. But at least people in the library think I’m doing work…
It’s afternoon in the salon. The dim lighting sways in the wind, as the dusty plains outside whistle with the breeze. The curtains are grimy and need a good wash. But then their stories wouldn’t be told to those who stare at them while they sip their scotch. Ice cubes clink. Clink. Clink. Swirl. Sip.
the soft muffled carpet
foreign beneath his little scalloped feet
sunlight, sunlight
where have you been?
mind racing quicker
there’s no way out
he’s scared
HAIWHALE! :3 WE LOVE YOU! :D<3
the lights are dim.
we are together
i hear music
and you come close
your hand is on my face
and you kiss me
you tell me to come here
with arms wide open
we kiss passionately
i missed you
As the room dimmed from Andy’s consciousness, Dr. Edmunds lowered the flow to the anaesthesia mask. He hung the tank on the wall between the tire pump and tennis racquets. It would be the first time a human head would be removed and successfully transplanted onto a Roomba™. Andy regained consciousness as his new body circled the living room carpet, his appendicitis miraculously gone.
In a dark room I stand alone. I wish you were there to show me the right way to go because I’m heading in the wrong direction. Your nowhere around and I don’t know where you are… Nor do I know where I am. I need you to show me the exit to this room.
“Why are you so dim?!” Molly yelled at him, seizing his face with both hands and pressing her lips to his. “I don’t want to help you with her because you’re supposed to be mine!”
the lights at the top of the screen. a gray translucent gray. or shall i say grey. i never get that one right. i never do. how can i be so sure or am i just dim witted. what’s so dim witted a
dim?
well, my favorite part of the day is right at the end when i get to dim all my lights and lay in bed with the window open and just smell fresh summer air.
on the other hand, i hate dim sims.
All the time, we are always trying to fit in, to put on different masks just to see which one we look better in. Then we meet people, some who might wrap their arms and hearts all over you to show acceptance, but some might indirectly wave a goodbye and break the bond you once shared. Furthermore, we can either choose to walk on a muddy road, or take another route to brighter days. But it’s hard to know what future has in store for us. Heartbreaks? Eternal joy? Serendipity? Woes and tears?
Dim the lights, no matter what, the show must go on, and we would just have to wait and see what will happen next.
As the lights dim he starts to get nervous. “She is alone now should i go talk to her? Should i go over there and ask her to dance?” He have had a crush on her for a long time now. “But what if she rejects me?” He sighs. “All well…” He then takes a shot of whiskey. “Okay i can do this…” He walks over to her and says. “Hi wan-” but then gets cut off by a big guy who pushes him out of the way and the big guy grabs her and asks her to dance.
The lights are dim. Dim the lights. I guess dim could also be used to describe someone who isn’t very bright, like smart.
Dim also rhymes with Jim. And Tim. And Kim. And Rim.
Backwards it’s mid.
Add an e and it’s dime. Dimes are cool.
Oh yeah.
The light was dim in the room. It was so dim that I could just barely make out my hands when I held them out in front of me. I could smell the dust in the air, and I could see vague shapes of large furniture and various objects that formed a path more like a deer trail than anything useful to a human.
the dim room was dank and smelled of mold. All she could see was a high window and the stars through it. The chair she was tied to was rickety and old.
Dim. Like Dark. Darkened, dimmed eyes. Eyes that don’t shine anymore. A hopelessness, a fire quenched long ago, dimmed to ashes that cease to shimmer in the darkness. I can’t see you in the dark, my dear, my dear. I can’t see, you’ve vanished. Dimmed.
oh yeah, that well, its a goldfish. not very smart poor fella. Kinda dim. He flops around a bit in the cutest fashion though. I’ll sell him for 12 pence. sound good?
The lights in her are fading
Like the love he has for me
What once was bright and hopeful is nothing more
than a flame that is ready to be set free from the capturing wick
A cold, heartless thing it is, for our love to fade as the dim light in this room
omygoodne its dark in here i dont know. wll now i dreally dont know i mean i dont know anything. what would a world be like without knowing anything?! insane. weird. no retantion. wed be goldfish haha goldfish raw that was a word! oh yeah, dim. lets see that when colors are low right? or light?
I couldn’t actually see his face, it was as if through a dimmed light, as through a fog.
“Is that really you”, I whispered. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had sneaked into my room slowly during the night, silent as a thief, and now was watching me while I was sleeping. How did I look? Was I drooling? Oh, gosh, why can’t it just go like in movies? After I looked at the mirror, it was an even greater shock. Under no circumstances would I ever before let him see me like this, with my hair messed up and make up smudged all over my face.
“I feel closer to you now, you know. Now that you’ve seen my ogre side. Yes. I definitely feel much closer to you now. And that’s good, right?” – he looked back with a surprised glance. “You’re as crazy as a betsy bug. But that might be why I love you.”
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I don’t like to think about this as a tired person. I am, as you do say, dim in head. Dim from lots of things, but mostly tired. Thinking, thinking… time and all that. I can’t always make up anything out of this dim, and in some ways this is sadliness.
Dim the lights. Embrace the moment. Don’t speak. Actions speak louder. So act….show the things you’ve been holding back. Grasp an emotion and depict it to me within your every move. Make me believe you. Believe me. I should understand. You should already know. So dim the lights. Decrease the possibility of me seeing you. Hide your eyes….I’d hate to see what your soul really hides.
She turned the lights down in preparation. The dim light somehow made her feel more sensual. He knocked. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the knob. She didn’t know he could look so good.
The lights were dim. His eyes looked across the battlefield, so full of hate and despair. He’d lost everything. He’d lost everyone. There was no hope of stopping the beast of a man in front of him. And yet here he stood. Ready to endure it all.
dim light
dim light
just another dim light
why aren’t you shining bright
oh silly dim light.
you are dim in my eyes tonight. its not Vegas or New York I see…
but I wonder if that’s all right?
dark and scary like a dim cave or something. Or the dim light of the world.
Dim lights, dim mind. Such negativity with a word with such potential. Sometimes not seeing clearly is okay. Sometimes we need murkiness to compel us forward.
The lights had faded. the mind had gone blank. the life in his eyes faded. his memory becoming dim. everything they knew had vanished. and so the end had came. destroyed by the one they loved the most. The lights had faded.
Dim. It’s a mood, it’s a dorm room, it’s hopefully not a lifestyle.
Sometimes you need to be happy, sometimes you need to be sad, sometimes you need to be angry. It keeps you sane.
Let passion fuel your emotions.
Vibrancy is a gift to the world.