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November 26th, 2012 | 291 Entries

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291 Entries for “local”

  1. local word makes me feel hungry , like some good food which is available fast and fresh . God i am so hungry right now !

    Nidhi
  2. In sixteen years I haven’t gone to a single local event. I’ve chosen to stay indoors, and further, in my own small bedroom, locked away from the disapproval I know is waiting. Is this really right? That’s not for you to decide. I’ll stay here until I die if that’s how I so choose.

  3. Local
    My local town or hometown
    as most people call it is a small one. It is nestled in a corner of California
    It is very quite and it is my favorite place
    Once you get uSed to all the rich kids bragging about there money and there parents doing nothing but backing them up on there arguments (there not all like that) it a great place to just relax

  4. The local news was playing in the background as I made waffles for my guest. She sat humming to herself, all smiles, her feet kicking against the table because she was too small to touch the floor. I couldn’t help chuckling as she sang a song of her own composition, tending to the waffle iron as I snuck glances at her.

    “Are you excited for Mom to come home?” I asked.

    “Oh, yes! But I like you, too, Daddy,” she reminded me.

    “Good. Glad to hear it.”

    Belinda Roddie
  5. It wasn’t a local bar, so there was no need to act discreet simply out of concern the local residents would spread rumors about the two “IRS agents” shacking up. She wasted no time sliding her body up and down her partners on the dance floor, aggressively and possessively letting everyone know /exactly/ to whom the gorgeous woman belonged.

  6. Local trains are slow, too many stops to get the crazies.

    Barbara
  7. no me gusta esta palabra, la verdad, habiendo tantas palabras hermosas me viene a tocar una como esta? por que? no me inspira en nada mas que en criticarla y decir que no me gusta, que prefiero otras palabras, como “chocolate” o “testigos”. No es tan complicado, ni siquiera

    Mortencia
  8. He was in my local match box
    waiting to be lit
    i was his flame
    pure virgin oil
    we fucked on the first night
    then I told him I wasn’t interested
    because I was too interested
    broke his heart for a week
    there should be a sign
    don’t feed the locals.

  9. I visit the local bars quite often to grab some/a lot of tequila. YUMMERS. Hong Kong Gardens rocks my socks off. I forgot to put in my information so I hit the back button, now I’m writing for another 60 seconds……sheesh…..that was easy. Not cheating, but yeah.

    DenaliLlama
  10. Local…my backyard where baby kookaburras are making their squeaky cacky sounds, raspilly musical, soft breeze, lorikeets sharply whistling

    Mairi
  11. When i think about local, I see a local market where they sell fruits and veggies from around the place and where everyone comes together and it is all fun, sun is shining. Too bad that is not around my place here. Wish it was but I love too close to AMsterdam.

    Irma
  12. i am a local now. i know the smell of the air as the ferry gets in. i can pick out the tourists just by the time of day they are travelling, or the turn-off they take at the bottom of the bypass. i know the names of the neighbourhoods. i can navigate the backroads. nevertheless, i am still an outsider.

  13. local is the crux
    local is the cross
    local binds local breeds distrust you can’t have one without the other
    the closer you get the closer you’re pushed away
    always pushed away
    the alternative: indifference.
    such is the world.
    take it or leave it.
    local is the back-breaking cross. and the moment of the crash, the divinest and exquisitest expression of love.

    Jen
  14. We’ll go to a local shop for a lot of the things. I know what you’re thinking, they probably would keep less track of us if we went somewhere big time. Well, guess again. They probably will think that too. Know what I mean? If we pick up a shovel at the small town one, well, what of it?

  15. Local makes me think of the limits that I have right now in my life. Everything I do must be local because I am going to school in such a small town. I would like to have less locality in my life so that I can go to other places to achieve my goals. That is why I am planning to move from Maine to Florida within the next six months. To me the word “local” puts boundaries on my dreams.

    ashley
  16. it no means original

    it is just like every apples i bought

    malang’s new york’s

    they are just apples

    different lable

  17. banks are local. i sometimes have to right a current event on something that is local. I think of malls, movies, and the area that i live in. Local is amazing. Fun stuff happens in local areas. we have parades and festivals. In local areas, we can get free stuff. There is a lot of shops where i live. Subway, Pavilions, Osaka, Little Caesars, and a chase bank. My friends aren’t local though. they tend to live outside of the area. But we all end up together during the week days. We hang out like we are a huge, gigantic family. ha ha not really….my guy friends are way too cool for that * sarcasm* -_-.

    BatmanGirl0201
  18. being a local is supposed to give you some credibility but i just feel like i want to be a newcomer somewhere no not somewhere a lot of places i want to see the floating lanterns and the ocean again and where i was born in cali

    Liz
  19. i’ve been local most of my life,
    lived in this town and known all these faces.
    been there done that seen it all.

    i just want to graduate,
    get out of here and start my life and see the world
    and never look back.

  20. When I think of local, it makes me think of my hometown. Everyone there that’s a local are the people that I’ve known for years and are still exactly the same. Now I live somewhere else and I’m jealous of the locals. I don’t fit in. I want my locals back.

    Brittany
  21. home. close by. where the friends are, my family. the closest people to me are here.

    mini
  22. I always hear people talking about shopping locally and giving back to the community by shopping with local vendors. There is this awesome local art shop in Normal that I’m obsessed with. I’ve bought a few things and I’m obsessed with them. Yay for me, giving back to the community!

  23. Live in Paris as the locals do my dream will come true some day soon I am ready to leave this unfulfilled life behind.

    mk
  24. She lived locally. Or locally enough to be able to walk anywhere she wanted, that is. So she rode her bike around, and ate lots of food. The end. No, not really.

  25. There is a local diner that’s just down the street.
    I’ve never been there before.
    It’s kinda torn and rundown, but something about it screams beauty.

  26. The fucking local guys. I hatd those kids, they would always run aroud professing their insecuritis on other people like ass holes. Always judging people as if they wer better, who entitled them? Who gave them the goddamn gift to judge anyone else? Either way, they can all go fuck themselves. Localmy ass, they were as foreign as a mexican in a voting booth. But other than that, local is… well its local. Its the people you know, the places youve been, and the experiences that have molded you into the person you are today.

    Bil
  27. local means to be in your community, to be there, to be supportive of eachother. to take only what is there without abusing and using more than we need. People lived locally for eons before. Global is a totally new word and concept. we can embrace the local but need to remember the local

    kelcey
  28. Sick and tired of the same old you? Want to feel COOL? Want to completely lose your originality and just blend in with your fellow teens? Head on down to your local mall and we’ll help you! Our unique service offers feedback on your outfit, weight and hair delivered by the fake-tanned ugg-clad experts you aim to emulate – AND this is done so at a significant decibel level so you are guaranteed to hear them all the way from the bus stop at which they are located! But be quick – this offer only lasts until you find the better places to shop, so once again: hurry into your local mall asap! (sorry, no rainchecks)

    Em
  29. i looked and looked for a sign. Anybody. I can’t be alone herre. There must be something to help me. It must not have gotten everyone. I cn’t live like this. There has to be someone somewhere. I knew there was no one. Anywhere. I let the thoughts overtake my brain as i carry my rifle, walking into the local farmer’s market.

    Torie
  30. The local pub was a feisty place, with an average of three arrests a night. During the day, it was a meeting place for the politicians and their cohorts in the construction industry. No arrests made there, unfortunately.

    tonykeyesjapan
  31. i never feel as a local
    a feeling that you belong to some place
    even at my home i feel like a stranger

  32. The local coffee shop always held the most interesting and fascinating people. The aspiring artists, the faded inspirations, the lingerers. And then, you. Who would have known someones soulmate could be found around the corner at a local coffee shop. Only Fate and God.

  33. I miss my home, and knowing where I am no matter how long I walk for. I miss the windy streets, and the smell of rain. I miss the sadness that seems entwined with England.

    Eve
  34. Hipsters always preaching: “Buy local.” I can’t. Sorry. I like this earth and the people in it, don’t get me wrong. I love green trees, bright flowers, healthy animals, clean oceans. I want the farmers just out of town and my neighbors Juan and Donovan to keep steady jobs. But I can’t. So I’m here, where it’s cheapest, selfishly balancing my budget while eating away at their livelihood. I try to straighten my back proudly, but half my burden rolls off my arm. I don’t owe the hipsters, hippies, liberals, eco-freaks any apologies. Why would Don’t know why I’m thinking of hipsters now. My arms and mind are full enough of broccoli, substandard-quality ground beef, canned soup and a crying baby.

  35. i was at the local market the other day. i found the most delectable little orange. it had amazing color and texture and alas! when i peeled away that layer of flesh to see its juicy insides, i was overcome by the scent of citrus. it reminded me of simpler times when all this world wasnt so screwed up by this war and famine. maybe back then this local market would be more successful and allow more people to experience the treasure i have found in this one simple orange, in this one simple market.

    Timothy
  36. The locals of a town tell the history of it. The history lies in the grey bearded man lying on the sidewalk, his emily coffee cup hungry for coins. History can be found in the small girl in the pleated skirt, on her way to school before her step-mom knows she’s gone. History lies in the locals. History is seen in the slender woman who quietly sits in the caffe, sipping her tea with her peacoat collar flipped up around her neck, her autumn hat pulled over her forehead to hide her tired face. They all tell their own story – the story that needs to be told.

  37. Local fruits are the best. So are local friends. Keep the people you love close to you, don’t push them away for someone else. Your friends on the phone can wait. After all – they’re texting you. They’re not with you. The people who care enough to be beside you and laugh real laughs at your jokes, smile real smiles at your stories and touch your arm with their real, soft and gentle fingertips, are the ones who truly value you.

  38. Local. Local community. I don’t have much of that. Maybe.
    What does it really mean, anyway? When does local stop?
    When is someone too far away to be considered a ‘neighbor?’
    Are they ever?

    M
  39. community a place of belonging, a place that you contribute to and your efforts return to you almost immediately. this is the real frontier of the modern age, give a little.

    Dean
  40. Behind the library, my bearded man leans over the rich, brown soil. Locally grown, that’s what we’re going for. Starting an urban farm is difficult, especially in the South where the supermarkets are large and the food is fried. Local has no place here.

    Emily