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[LANFORD ANSON WHYTE]

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YOU CAN GET ADDICTED TO A CERTAIN KIND OF SADNESS LIKE RESIGNATION TO THE END (ALWAYS THE END) SO WHEN WE FOUND THAT WE COULD NOT MAKE SENSE WELL YOU SAID THAT WE WOULD STILL BE FRIENDS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

As a very pale person, Annie did not often like to find himself outdoors. Especially not in a hot place like the beach where people typically where as little clothes as possible. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure what had made him decide to don sunglasses, swim trunks, and a white v-neck and head out there today, but he was beginning to think that it wouldn't be so bad.

Besides, it was easier to see his tattoos in the sun. And maybe the beach was a little bit of a huge inspiration for him. He missed the days when he could watch the sun set over it with his mother.

He found a spot a little bit to the left of where most of the other kids were sitting.

Annie had had a really hard time making friends since he had been in school. He just wasn't good at talking to people until he got to know them, and no one was willing to hang out with him long enough to find that out. It had seemed easy enough to make friends when he was younger. But people care a lot more now about whether you're a drunk or a smoker. If you're not? Well, then, you're just not fun enough to party with the big kids.

That was Annie's problem. He would rather sit back and enjoy the show. But if you're not part of the show, then you really aren't worth anyone's time, it seemed.

But today, lying out on the sand and letting the sun warm him up, Annie didn't really care about having friends. He was regretting leaving his sketch book behind because the ocean really was gorgeous that day and he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more than draw, except for maybe sit there and keep his eyes on the waves and the enjoy the pure energy radiating from all the people who were having the time of their lives out there in the water.

Yes, this might be a fine day.

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thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0

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[WILHELMINA GEMMA BAKKER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: D83C40; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] Two, three, four, tell the people what she woree It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini (annie and more) (367) (outfit) God, it was a beautiful day. The sun was out and shining and glorious. The ocean was beautiful, but when isn't it? Mina had been set up, painting in watercolors for a long while. She had, of course, splashed around and played in the ocean with friends, too, but how could you ever resist painting the ocean? She had three pieces sitting out and drying- one was a warm-up, more of a sketch -or the painting equivalent- than anything. It was blues, and some grays (from in the morning), and very basic splotches of white for the sand. The second was similar, but more detailed; there was a sky, there was specific waves, there was a message written faintly in the sand, next to a sandcastle. The third one was actually pretty good; it was very... bubbly. Mina had used the saltwater to mix her paints with, The effect was... odd. Mina had used plenty of salt textures before. When you added salt to a watercolor, the salt would absorb some of the paint, and created cool-looking textures. She had experimented with the saltwater to see if something similar would happen once the painting was dried. At the moment, though, Mina was just finishing up something entirely different. Instead of the ocean, Mina had decided to paint the people of the beach. The oodles of kids running around, the bonfires (in the middle of the afternoon? whatever), the ones playing beach volleyball, the suntanners, the buff guys looking soooo cooool. By the time Mina finished, the beach in her painting was far more populated than the beach in the real world. Good, maybe now she could take off her coverup dress and go for another swim... It was pretty hot and nasty. Just as her sundress was off, Mina spotted a semi-familiar face. She had chatted to the boy, and they both loved painting, but for the love of God, Mina could not remember his name. She really really hoped he remembered her. "Hey!" Mina waved and marched through the piles of sand to her fellow senior (sure, she could remember his grade). "What's up, man?" Mina still smiled brightly as ever. ... He was a friend, right? That she wore for the first time today template created by brooke!