I walked down the sidewalk in my brand new boots. I was thinking to myself “god don’t slip” and then the glossy sidewalk got the best of me, and down i went.
I hate my nails… I hate everybody’s nails. I see them in people’s fingers. They’re disgusting. The filth, the gloss, the chewed tips… Why do people keep their nails? I don’t know… That’s why i cut my hands off.
I hate my nails… I hate everybody’s nails. I see them in people’s fingers. They’re disgusting. The filth, the gloss, the chewed tips… Why do people keep their nails? I don’t know… That’s why i cut my hands off.
lips use gloss. Gloss is shiny . It is reflective. It is slick and repells liquid. It is like the surface of a lake. it is like light bouncing off metal. it is we
Lipgloss. Where would women be without it? I don’t understand, though. It’s sticky. Hair gets stuck and your lips stick together. Geez. It’s not too useful if you ask me. Still, I use it. How weird?
My sister shoved this disgusting pink sparkly lip gloss into my hand a couple days ago. “Try it!” she demanded, her own lips glittering like newly fallen snow dyed pink. I started to protest…
i won’t gloss over the truth. my teenager is a fucking slob. i am so tired of cleaning up after her. tired of the messy kitchen she didn’t clean AGAIN. tired of the bedroom door i have to keep closed because i’m afraid something will jump out of there and kill innocent passersby. wtf?
I had worn lipstick for the occasion. When he walked into the room, his eyes glossed over me anyway, like I was entirely invisible. I wished I could have been a rock star or something, something to make him notice me, or even envy me a bit.
gloss is usually ass. with lips.it is because lips are the windows to our smiles so they shud shine hence gloss is used…gloss comes in a number of flavours.it dependes upaon the taste of ind. using it.
a glossy blue lake sits alone in the middle of a colour-changing forest. every so often a soft gust of wind dances through sending a twirling watercolour rainbow of maple birch and oak leaves floating down onto the glassy surface.
Her gloss was a strawberry, sticky gloop, but still no man could resist the entrancing bee-stung lips that it lay upon. When ever she entered a room, she’d lick them in anticipation, an invite to the innocent and a warning to the experienced.
The paint gleamed gently in the evening sun. He was happy that he had picked a gloss – it made the walls stand out, rather than just be there. But he was still unsure how she would feel about it when she arrived… not that it really mattered. It was his apartment, not hers – she didn’t have to LIVE there, just come round sometimes and spend time with him. At least there was something they could disagree about in a discussion.
Gloss. Makes me think of paint. And lip gloss. I like lip gloss. This word sounds kind of made up. And shiny. Glossy. I’m not sure if I like it. Loss with a G in front. Or Glo with ss. What is the point of this? Am I out of time yet? There’s not much to say about gloss.
lip gloss is something that theia likes to wear so much because it makes her look more attractive to the boys, so she thinks. I think that it makes her and women look trashy when they smear it on heavily. I don’t usually remember to put anything on my lips and if I do it’s either lip balm or Chapstick. I love Chapstick. When Bruce kisses me I need chapstick afterwards because his stubbles hurt my lips.
Paint. Fresh paint that smells really nice, like the auburn setting of the sun. And that small middle-class action of laziness on a Sunday. Music, cold and calm, and people sitting in the sun.
“Matte or glossy?” asked the captain, as he threw over the photos.
The body looked too far gone to be Vanessa, and a big, unguilty part of me thought “fuck it, someone else can deal with this one”.
I walked down the sidewalk in my brand new boots. I was thinking to myself “god don’t slip” and then the glossy sidewalk got the best of me, and down i went.
shiny and beautiful it can put together and outfit or put a finishing touch on artwork. reflective like a mirror. this brings joy to some people
I hate my nails… I hate everybody’s nails. I see them in people’s fingers. They’re disgusting. The filth, the gloss, the chewed tips… Why do people keep their nails? I don’t know… That’s why i cut my hands off.
I hate my nails… I hate everybody’s nails. I see them in people’s fingers. They’re disgusting. The filth, the gloss, the chewed tips… Why do people keep their nails? I don’t know… That’s why i cut my hands off.
lips use gloss. Gloss is shiny . It is reflective. It is slick and repells liquid. It is like the surface of a lake. it is like light bouncing off metal. it is we
Lipgloss. Where would women be without it? I don’t understand, though. It’s sticky. Hair gets stuck and your lips stick together. Geez. It’s not too useful if you ask me. Still, I use it. How weird?
My sister shoved this disgusting pink sparkly lip gloss into my hand a couple days ago. “Try it!” she demanded, her own lips glittering like newly fallen snow dyed pink. I started to protest…
gloss? what is gloss? is it a paint or is it a piece of paper? do you use it on walls, or do you write on it?
i won’t gloss over the truth. my teenager is a fucking slob. i am so tired of cleaning up after her. tired of the messy kitchen she didn’t clean AGAIN. tired of the bedroom door i have to keep closed because i’m afraid something will jump out of there and kill innocent passersby. wtf?
lips shine in the morning
between us
kisses
fresh
now fall
on our new son’s forehead
my eyes gloss
overwhelmed
a shine on the floor of my mother’s house . The wood a dark mahogany with a deep dark lacquer gloss
I had worn lipstick for the occasion. When he walked into the room, his eyes glossed over me anyway, like I was entirely invisible. I wished I could have been a rock star or something, something to make him notice me, or even envy me a bit.
gloss gloss gloss
gloss is usually ass. with lips.it is because lips are the windows to our smiles so they shud shine hence gloss is used…gloss comes in a number of flavours.it dependes upaon the taste of ind. using it.
glossy eyed and in the dark.
i’m blind, i am.
a glossy blue lake sits alone in the middle of a colour-changing forest. every so often a soft gust of wind dances through sending a twirling watercolour rainbow of maple birch and oak leaves floating down onto the glassy surface.
Her gloss was a strawberry, sticky gloop, but still no man could resist the entrancing bee-stung lips that it lay upon. When ever she entered a room, she’d lick them in anticipation, an invite to the innocent and a warning to the experienced.
The paint gleamed gently in the evening sun. He was happy that he had picked a gloss – it made the walls stand out, rather than just be there. But he was still unsure how she would feel about it when she arrived… not that it really mattered. It was his apartment, not hers – she didn’t have to LIVE there, just come round sometimes and spend time with him. At least there was something they could disagree about in a discussion.
I just did this. Is it the same word all the time? Does it change each day?
Gloss. Makes me think of paint. And lip gloss. I like lip gloss. This word sounds kind of made up. And shiny. Glossy. I’m not sure if I like it. Loss with a G in front. Or Glo with ss. What is the point of this? Am I out of time yet? There’s not much to say about gloss.
lip gloss is something that theia likes to wear so much because it makes her look more attractive to the boys, so she thinks. I think that it makes her and women look trashy when they smear it on heavily. I don’t usually remember to put anything on my lips and if I do it’s either lip balm or Chapstick. I love Chapstick. When Bruce kisses me I need chapstick afterwards because his stubbles hurt my lips.
Paint. Fresh paint that smells really nice, like the auburn setting of the sun. And that small middle-class action of laziness on a Sunday. Music, cold and calm, and people sitting in the sun.
paint shiny loss glue paper slow glow slow red yellew green lean mean hard soft
don’t try to gloss over your mistakes
soon the cracks will appear…
Lip gloss. I used to hate it. It makes your breath smell bad. But now I like it a little more. Still is annoying though.
Some girls wear wayyy to much of it and it looks so stupid, but whatever floats your boat.
It just doesn’t float mine ;-)
Lip gloss. I used to hate it. It makes your breath smell bad. But now I like it a little more. Still is annoying though.
Some girls wear wayyy to much of it and it looks so stupid, but whatever floats your boat.
It just doesn’t float mine ;-)