We’re all covered with dirt. Dirt from now, dirt from the past…Physical dirt, metaphorical dirt. And being covered means our light doesn’t show through. For a dirt covering is often opaque. And nothing passes through.
I’ve got you covered, Friend. When your back’s against the wall, when you don’t remember to stand tall, when you don’t know where you’re going or how you’re gettin there, I’ll still be here to help you with it all.
I’ve got you covered from the start to the end, from top to bottom and around again, I am here as your best friend, and I’m never going to let you stumble alone out there, that’s never how your story will end.
I am covered in music. I flows over me, flows through me. It blankets me. I love it. The rhythm, the beat, the melodies and harmonies. It covers me and always has. Like an ever rolling stream it is never ending. It is everywhere I go. Like nothing else, it stays with me. Something that I would not swap even for life. Music flows over me, it flows through me. It blankets me and I love it. I am covered.
bedekt met woorden, ik bedek mijzelf met woorden, zodat ik niet hoef na te denken, niet hoef te voelen hoe het werkelijk is. zodra ik mij uitdruk, doe ik mijzelf geweld aan, het is niet precies wat ik bedoel, het zit er altijd naast
i am covered in clothes that weigh me down. they cover my feelings..my emotions; they cover me. who i am, who i want to be, and who i will be. i am covered from head to toe with material that is visible to all, but transparent to me.
Covered is what you do when you don’t want to show something, or maybe you want to surprise somebody. Like cover a bithday present, or cover your answers in a test, or you can cover a vehicle to keep it from being ruined from weather. I think i have it covered
She stepped carefully around the corner, hugging the wall-so to speak. Shots were flying all around her but she knew she was safe. In the fog of gun smoke her lover was waiting defending her every move. She knew she was safe. He however certainly was not.
How sweet it is to be in bed, covered in your love.
I can think of no pleasure greater than that.
It has been months since I felt your lips on my skin.
I need nothing of you anymore and yet I still save your letters.
Please don’t contact me again and don’t make me think there is a chance because if you were to say anything, I might consider coming back.
I am happy now, covered in another lover..
Goodbye.
We are covered in our own reality. Covered with what seems to be things that make us what we are and we call it personal, specified to our uniqueness. Yet, we don’t know that everything we have ever encountered or anything that has had anything to do with our being, makes us, us. We are covered in the mirror image of what we see as life. Covered.
Although she had covered him with her mother’s blanket, he still shivered until the next morning. The presence of the wildlife was no stranger to them in the next few moments…
So, apparently I have the word “covered”. Alright. At this moment, I am covered by a wolf blanket which I bought online. I quite enjoy buying things online, just because it’s online. Is that a weird fact? Well, I learned that I am very weird. Yet, my weirdness is at an extent where people can handle it. I like being an odd person. I believe that we are all odd, because we are not the same in personality indefinitely. We are all one, but all the same at the same time. That makes no sense. It made sense for like a second. Dangit.
The colour had drained from his face. He sat on the chair, and really only just made it in time. he covered his face with his hands and began to weep. Loud, gutteral sounds that bellowed through the room. sounds like no one had heard before. He didn’t take the news very well at all, it seemed. oops they thought.
Covered underneath a sea of blankies a sweet slumber of a child. So at peace. So lovely. Cha mattress covered by chunky little cheeks and soft little feet.
Covered as one should be…but not to the point that your stifled and confined. Covered for self-respect and Uncover for pure freedom. The balance between the two is to each is own.
I covered the food before I put it in the fridge. I hope it tastes good tomorrow. I made this cake for One. I know he might not care, and it might be pretty black, but that freak will eat anything. Later, cake. twf timer. ha I spelled wtf wrong does
I am covered in burned skin from a day spent on the beach. It was not as if I didn’t expect it because I chose not to put sun screen on my legs, but now I remember why that’s a good idea even when you’re only going to be out for a couple hours.
It was those simple moments, moments that no one else should ever care for, that made us grow closer together. Those moments, when we would sit huddled around a pile of cards, playing some game that I was sure he was cheating at, a cigarette in his mouth that I would sometimes steal a drag from. Those moments, that left me bewildered and fluttering, covered in a soft blanket of love, caring. I savored those moments, those moments that would keep me running, keep me flowing. I miss him. Miss his blue eyes, his blond hair. But, I think the thing I miss the most, was making those memorable moments, those Saturday nights that would keep me sane.
The rug had been bought cheaply, devalued by a stain in the left corner. In the living room, however, a carefully placed couch revealed only the untarnished areas. As I ran my fingers over the soft surface, I wondered if people would be more accepting if our flaws could be just as easily covered.
is her body covered?
thank you Victoria’s secret
for making this question obsolete
it doesn’t matter if it’s covered
we live in a web where we
tell all
share all
have few secrets
She was tired of being covered in filth. How dare someone continue to ruin her perfect appearance with the disgust that they decorated the place in? She demanded perfection, order, beauty, not dirt and despair. How dare they continue to ignore the fact that she was a perfect, beautiful flower?
I will always cover her in my love, no matter how betraying she can be. No matter how abusive, how angry, I will always love her with every fiber of my soul. Because… She means the world to me. Even though she breaks my heart every time I see her disappointment, her fury, of my actions, I still love her.
She was covered in blood. All over. Just blood. She never understood why everything had happened to her, especially with the cases that had built up lately that had not involved violence at all. But, that was the life of a detective, one that involved danger, despair, and horror. The man on the floor was a nice touch. Dead. Nothing new.
this mark has branded me for the next 4 years. i am the girl who lied. i am the girl who cheated. i tried to cover it up. inevitably i failed. as i should.
Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone. Gone to shed their light on someone else and I’m lucky to catch the spattered light that falls on me if he so happens to wear a bright enough shirt.
Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone.
It took me a while to realized that I was covered in bee’s. I felt like I was in that movie, Candy Man — only I’m not some creepy imaginary spirit dwelling in the Cabirni Green Projects of South Side Chicago. I’m just a 29-year-old female who often attracts nice men and sometimes bees.
i want to be covered in love. surrounded by it. drowning in it. i have it now but i want more. i want to be loved by someone who isn’t obligated to love me by blood. why can’t i have that? everyone else my age does…
We’re all covered with dirt. Dirt from now, dirt from the past…Physical dirt, metaphorical dirt. And being covered means our light doesn’t show through. For a dirt covering is often opaque. And nothing passes through.
I’ve got you covered, Friend. When your back’s against the wall, when you don’t remember to stand tall, when you don’t know where you’re going or how you’re gettin there, I’ll still be here to help you with it all.
I’ve got you covered from the start to the end, from top to bottom and around again, I am here as your best friend, and I’m never going to let you stumble alone out there, that’s never how your story will end.
Covered. I’ve got you covered.
(covered)
I am covered in music. I flows over me, flows through me. It blankets me. I love it. The rhythm, the beat, the melodies and harmonies. It covers me and always has. Like an ever rolling stream it is never ending. It is everywhere I go. Like nothing else, it stays with me. Something that I would not swap even for life. Music flows over me, it flows through me. It blankets me and I love it. I am covered.
I was under the shelter, feeling the raindrops gently drip through and they touched my skin with icy chills.
bedekt met woorden, ik bedek mijzelf met woorden, zodat ik niet hoef na te denken, niet hoef te voelen hoe het werkelijk is. zodra ik mij uitdruk, doe ik mijzelf geweld aan, het is niet precies wat ik bedoel, het zit er altijd naast
I covered as much of the forest as I could, but I couldn’t find Billy anywhere. He couldn’t of picked a worst time to go wondering off either.
covered in raseberry jam, she began to wash her
have been covered in leaf all my life long laying at the bottom of my dreams. Now it’s spring and the time to fly my relief
i am covered in clothes that weigh me down. they cover my feelings..my emotions; they cover me. who i am, who i want to be, and who i will be. i am covered from head to toe with material that is visible to all, but transparent to me.
in joy, life, moving on with passion…
Covered is what you do when you don’t want to show something, or maybe you want to surprise somebody. Like cover a bithday present, or cover your answers in a test, or you can cover a vehicle to keep it from being ruined from weather. I think i have it covered
She stepped carefully around the corner, hugging the wall-so to speak. Shots were flying all around her but she knew she was safe. In the fog of gun smoke her lover was waiting defending her every move. She knew she was safe. He however certainly was not.
How sweet it is to be in bed, covered in your love.
I can think of no pleasure greater than that.
It has been months since I felt your lips on my skin.
I need nothing of you anymore and yet I still save your letters.
Please don’t contact me again and don’t make me think there is a chance because if you were to say anything, I might consider coming back.
I am happy now, covered in another lover..
Goodbye.
We are covered in our own reality. Covered with what seems to be things that make us what we are and we call it personal, specified to our uniqueness. Yet, we don’t know that everything we have ever encountered or anything that has had anything to do with our being, makes us, us. We are covered in the mirror image of what we see as life. Covered.
Although she had covered him with her mother’s blanket, he still shivered until the next morning. The presence of the wildlife was no stranger to them in the next few moments…
So, apparently I have the word “covered”. Alright. At this moment, I am covered by a wolf blanket which I bought online. I quite enjoy buying things online, just because it’s online. Is that a weird fact? Well, I learned that I am very weird. Yet, my weirdness is at an extent where people can handle it. I like being an odd person. I believe that we are all odd, because we are not the same in personality indefinitely. We are all one, but all the same at the same time. That makes no sense. It made sense for like a second. Dangit.
The colour had drained from his face. He sat on the chair, and really only just made it in time. he covered his face with his hands and began to weep. Loud, gutteral sounds that bellowed through the room. sounds like no one had heard before. He didn’t take the news very well at all, it seemed. oops they thought.
Five-year-old Peter covered his blanket with another blanket… because even blankets need to be warm.
Sometimes we our covered with lies to enable us to hide from this life that we try to keep to ourselves. Somehow that would keep us covered.
Covered underneath a sea of blankies a sweet slumber of a child. So at peace. So lovely. Cha mattress covered by chunky little cheeks and soft little feet.
Covered as one should be…but not to the point that your stifled and confined. Covered for self-respect and Uncover for pure freedom. The balance between the two is to each is own.
I covered myself in jizz. It was sooooo hawt. I dont know what to type but ill keep doing it anyway. FUXK
I covered the food before I put it in the fridge. I hope it tastes good tomorrow. I made this cake for One. I know he might not care, and it might be pretty black, but that freak will eat anything. Later, cake. twf timer. ha I spelled wtf wrong does
in blood. he looked awful. he was alone. darkness. night. fear. hope. loss. can you imagine?
i’m sure you can not.
I am covered in burned skin from a day spent on the beach. It was not as if I didn’t expect it because I chose not to put sun screen on my legs, but now I remember why that’s a good idea even when you’re only going to be out for a couple hours.
It was those simple moments, moments that no one else should ever care for, that made us grow closer together. Those moments, when we would sit huddled around a pile of cards, playing some game that I was sure he was cheating at, a cigarette in his mouth that I would sometimes steal a drag from. Those moments, that left me bewildered and fluttering, covered in a soft blanket of love, caring. I savored those moments, those moments that would keep me running, keep me flowing. I miss him. Miss his blue eyes, his blond hair. But, I think the thing I miss the most, was making those memorable moments, those Saturday nights that would keep me sane.
Covered.
The rug had been bought cheaply, devalued by a stain in the left corner. In the living room, however, a carefully placed couch revealed only the untarnished areas. As I ran my fingers over the soft surface, I wondered if people would be more accepting if our flaws could be just as easily covered.
is her body covered?
thank you Victoria’s secret
for making this question obsolete
it doesn’t matter if it’s covered
we live in a web where we
tell all
share all
have few secrets
is her body covered?
culture sure hopes not
She was tired of being covered in filth. How dare someone continue to ruin her perfect appearance with the disgust that they decorated the place in? She demanded perfection, order, beauty, not dirt and despair. How dare they continue to ignore the fact that she was a perfect, beautiful flower?
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It’s real nice. “The little boy covered his moms boy”. It was one nasty boy.
I will always cover her in my love, no matter how betraying she can be. No matter how abusive, how angry, I will always love her with every fiber of my soul. Because… She means the world to me. Even though she breaks my heart every time I see her disappointment, her fury, of my actions, I still love her.
Commonly
Overwhelmed by
Virtually any
Excruciating task
Redirected at us by
Everybody until
Death
She was covered in blood. All over. Just blood. She never understood why everything had happened to her, especially with the cases that had built up lately that had not involved violence at all. But, that was the life of a detective, one that involved danger, despair, and horror. The man on the floor was a nice touch. Dead. Nothing new.
this mark has branded me for the next 4 years. i am the girl who lied. i am the girl who cheated. i tried to cover it up. inevitably i failed. as i should.
Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone. Gone to shed their light on someone else and I’m lucky to catch the spattered light that falls on me if he so happens to wear a bright enough shirt.
Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone.
It took me a while to realized that I was covered in bee’s. I felt like I was in that movie, Candy Man — only I’m not some creepy imaginary spirit dwelling in the Cabirni Green Projects of South Side Chicago. I’m just a 29-year-old female who often attracts nice men and sometimes bees.
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i want to be covered in love. surrounded by it. drowning in it. i have it now but i want more. i want to be loved by someone who isn’t obligated to love me by blood. why can’t i have that? everyone else my age does…