Glossy magazines, pictures, fur. A sign of health or high quality; this word means positive things, in general. You pay more for it or it’s an indication of good health in an animal…or human, if you can have glossy hair. No, you can’t. What else is there to say?
Oh how glossy that girl was, she made everyone else look like frogs. Glossy girls are magic, they just seem so unforgetable. In a world where looks do matter, it is important to feel and look glossy.
shiny and new the things that i see are balloons and nail polish i can’t believe there is nothing more original than that the things the small things that are insignificant do i have to write about glossy or should i only sit and write nonsense words that gloss over the real question. how can you put together your thoughts at the lat minute
The windows are glossy in the winter. This also reminds me of lip gloss, something I rarely use. It’s annoying and sticky and leaves marks on everything and it’s pretty gross to be having a drink and see it marked all over the glass. Amirite or amirite?
i love glossy pictures, the way the paper shines. or when you walk out of a hair salon, it all glistening and glimmering in the light. the way the sun hits it just right.
The photo had been glossy at the time and now was as weathered as the lines one the woman’s face trapped in that instant shot: Stories etched in the cracks, dog eared corners speaking of travels.
RC Paper is my favorite type of paper to print photos on. they print so nicely and look so professional, but it’s so expensive. I hat being poor!!!! :(
Water splashes me in the face as a pain erupts in my abdomen. I am screaming. I want to stop, walk away, but I can’t. With tears streaming down my face, I look at the glossy magazine photos of beautiful models next to my feet and remember that I’ll never measure up. Hunched over, I’m ready to go again.
Glossy hair, glossy nails, glossy plastic handbag, where she hides her glossy lipstick. It’s all the gloss, glossy, glossification to cover her tarnished ego.
The paper was glossy. The glossiness doesn’t match me at all. It’s perfect, it’s tidy, it has no fringes, no dents, no dust. I’m all over the place. How can I hand in this piece of glossed paper, signing over my life when I can barely control mine? Define mine?
I don’t think i’m cut out for this.
Not now. Not today.
Possibly not ever.
like a magazine cover on a magazine rack. or like glassy but you lost your glasses and now you are dealing with the loss and so now you have glossy.
i know a dog named lassie and i bet if he had a twin it would be named lossy. i’m not sure where the g would come from but i guess somethings we aren’t meant to know.
The sheen of the sea cast the brilliant glow into the eyes of the lovers. The look they gave one another though was far brighter in comparison though. They were young, it was new to them.
On the glossy pages her smile was dazzling, but if you saw the snaps before Photoshop, you noticed the lines around her eyes and the forced quality of her expression.
Lips. Red, glossy, juicey lips. Like sweet sugar plums, waiting to be licked. To be kissed and touched. Red, glossy lips form a perfect smile to your perfect face. Powerful and stern, but soft to the touch. Your red, glossy lips are the only lips I love.
he said the photos came out glossy instead of matted. A simple mistake. Wrong button pressed. Free photos. Double prints now! It seems someone knows I am low on money, for the day before I got free burger king.
A photograph of white light wonder like my grandmother’s paintings of watercolor.
Shine and shimmer, fake, false, yet beautiful stage queen. A smile. . .a sigh. Sing to me shimmer.
there is a glossy photo it has a frame it is something that my mother never would have brought home because she was all about the matte finishes so this glossy photo is a miracle in my hands that will leave smudges all over it i am sure but for now it is perfect and it is mine and she took it and it is beautiful and glossy photos are so much more interesting or maybe
I painted my toe nails the other day a bright orange. Is toe nail one word or two? Either way, I find that my next to big toe almost covers my big toe, and so I have to purposely stretch them out or stuff cotton balls between them, otherwise it scuffs the paint, making it look rippled and matte, rather than glossy.
So it seemed to be the simplest explanation. Life, in its base elements, dancing around her, and yet, she was seeing it now for the first time. All the glamour of make-believe had faded. All the childish ways of yesterday were now nothing more than memory. And for what reason? The shine in a young boy’s eyes… How perfect.
The glossy book cover reflected in her face as she watched the sun slowly rise out the window. It had been two days and she hadn’t heard one word from his side of town. Until then, there would be silence in the garden upon his arrival.
my hair is glosssy and shiny and there is no good reason for it to be so. I’m not healthy. I don’t take good care of myself. But still, my hair radiates health and everyday I feel like a liar.
The lips on her face shined with a brilliance undeniable to the sun. The sparkle in her eyes matched her glossy figure as she effortlessly skated down the stairs. Her Eyes met mine and fired a blast of passion dazzling like the beautiful reflectional in her cherry red lip gloss.
phoho paper take pictures and print them on paper thats glossy. glossy windows wth windex and spray. glossy like gel in your hair or toothpaste on your toothbrush. glossy like a silk suit for prom.
The cover of the book absolutely shone on the shelf next to me. The glossy covers stretched tightly over the binding and revealed easily the texture of the raised letters of my name.
the shine that makes the window glisten, raindrops trickling down foggy panes, a light that glimmers with hastening strides and whispers sweet nothings to the rusting metal latches that keep the dreams within and the true things outside.
so I saw a window while walking down a busy street on a breezy day the sun made the window pretty glossy. fossy, mossy, becausy damn. well it was cool.
a sheet of magazine smelling of fresh printing. Celebrities, artificial. Cheap perfume samples in the middle. At the line at the supermarket, you read about trash, and people you don’t care about who lead worse lives than you.
glossy – i think pictures. they are shiny and pristine. nothing can ruin that moment, take away that one picture that i took with that camera in that place. glossy turns the picture from a file on my computer to something that i can hold up in the light and admire.
lipgloss. the body shop is my ultimate fave. i cannot go without it. also great for paint. i would love to use a gloss paint on my future walls one day. oh, and pictures. i love everything about pictures.
the world looks so glossy when you first step in. the streets are paved with endless opportunities. but the years pass and every year those streets seem to look less glossy just more cracked and deserted until you find yourself alone and dying on a dirt road.
I believe everyone has a choice. A choice to live a choice to die. But why cant I make my own choices with out aguring with myself. I just doesnt make sense. I want to be free. Please?
a glossy feel. a glamorous cover. i am superficial and holding a front of happiness that while clean and shiny (glossy) is ultimately a conclusion of denial.
Glossy magazines, pictures, fur. A sign of health or high quality; this word means positive things, in general. You pay more for it or it’s an indication of good health in an animal…or human, if you can have glossy hair. No, you can’t. What else is there to say?
Lokking like a glass. Transperent and free of any bad feelings. Net and Clean with look and behave.
don’t touch or you’ll ruin the glossy exterior of my most prized possession
Oh how glossy that girl was, she made everyone else look like frogs. Glossy girls are magic, they just seem so unforgetable. In a world where looks do matter, it is important to feel and look glossy.
glossy glossy glossy balls, run them up, run them down. glossy, glossy, glossy balls, heaven is below me, where am i now?
why must our lives be a time limit with a cute finish?
shiny and new the things that i see are balloons and nail polish i can’t believe there is nothing more original than that the things the small things that are insignificant do i have to write about glossy or should i only sit and write nonsense words that gloss over the real question. how can you put together your thoughts at the lat minute
The windows are glossy in the winter. This also reminds me of lip gloss, something I rarely use. It’s annoying and sticky and leaves marks on everything and it’s pretty gross to be having a drink and see it marked all over the glass. Amirite or amirite?
i love glossy pictures, the way the paper shines. or when you walk out of a hair salon, it all glistening and glimmering in the light. the way the sun hits it just right.
My eyes feel dry and i yearn for them to feel glossy ,specially glossy due to love.
The photo had been glossy at the time and now was as weathered as the lines one the woman’s face trapped in that instant shot: Stories etched in the cracks, dog eared corners speaking of travels.
RC Paper is my favorite type of paper to print photos on. they print so nicely and look so professional, but it’s so expensive. I hat being poor!!!! :(
lustre and lacklustre, all in all she stayed forever with eyes glossy like ackee seeds.
Water splashes me in the face as a pain erupts in my abdomen. I am screaming. I want to stop, walk away, but I can’t. With tears streaming down my face, I look at the glossy magazine photos of beautiful models next to my feet and remember that I’ll never measure up. Hunched over, I’m ready to go again.
Glossy hair, glossy nails, glossy plastic handbag, where she hides her glossy lipstick. It’s all the gloss, glossy, glossification to cover her tarnished ego.
The paper was glossy. The glossiness doesn’t match me at all. It’s perfect, it’s tidy, it has no fringes, no dents, no dust. I’m all over the place. How can I hand in this piece of glossed paper, signing over my life when I can barely control mine? Define mine?
I don’t think i’m cut out for this.
Not now. Not today.
Possibly not ever.
like a magazine cover on a magazine rack. or like glassy but you lost your glasses and now you are dealing with the loss and so now you have glossy.
i know a dog named lassie and i bet if he had a twin it would be named lossy. i’m not sure where the g would come from but i guess somethings we aren’t meant to know.
glossy pages full of pretty models. glossy eyes that try to focus on them. nothing wrong with that; i’m a man that is not easily taken in by looks.
The sheen of the sea cast the brilliant glow into the eyes of the lovers. The look they gave one another though was far brighter in comparison though. They were young, it was new to them.
On the glossy pages her smile was dazzling, but if you saw the snaps before Photoshop, you noticed the lines around her eyes and the forced quality of her expression.
Lips. Red, glossy, juicey lips. Like sweet sugar plums, waiting to be licked. To be kissed and touched. Red, glossy lips form a perfect smile to your perfect face. Powerful and stern, but soft to the touch. Your red, glossy lips are the only lips I love.
he said the photos came out glossy instead of matted. A simple mistake. Wrong button pressed. Free photos. Double prints now! It seems someone knows I am low on money, for the day before I got free burger king.
A photograph of white light wonder like my grandmother’s paintings of watercolor.
Shine and shimmer, fake, false, yet beautiful stage queen. A smile. . .a sigh. Sing to me shimmer.
there is a glossy photo it has a frame it is something that my mother never would have brought home because she was all about the matte finishes so this glossy photo is a miracle in my hands that will leave smudges all over it i am sure but for now it is perfect and it is mine and she took it and it is beautiful and glossy photos are so much more interesting or maybe
I painted my toe nails the other day a bright orange. Is toe nail one word or two? Either way, I find that my next to big toe almost covers my big toe, and so I have to purposely stretch them out or stuff cotton balls between them, otherwise it scuffs the paint, making it look rippled and matte, rather than glossy.
So it seemed to be the simplest explanation. Life, in its base elements, dancing around her, and yet, she was seeing it now for the first time. All the glamour of make-believe had faded. All the childish ways of yesterday were now nothing more than memory. And for what reason? The shine in a young boy’s eyes… How perfect.
The glossy book cover reflected in her face as she watched the sun slowly rise out the window. It had been two days and she hadn’t heard one word from his side of town. Until then, there would be silence in the garden upon his arrival.
my hair is glosssy and shiny and there is no good reason for it to be so. I’m not healthy. I don’t take good care of myself. But still, my hair radiates health and everyday I feel like a liar.
The lips on her face shined with a brilliance undeniable to the sun. The sparkle in her eyes matched her glossy figure as she effortlessly skated down the stairs. Her Eyes met mine and fired a blast of passion dazzling like the beautiful reflectional in her cherry red lip gloss.
phoho paper take pictures and print them on paper thats glossy. glossy windows wth windex and spray. glossy like gel in your hair or toothpaste on your toothbrush. glossy like a silk suit for prom.
shinny,
type of paper,
referenced to magazine paper,
type of makeup
The cover of the book absolutely shone on the shelf next to me. The glossy covers stretched tightly over the binding and revealed easily the texture of the raised letters of my name.
the shine that makes the window glisten, raindrops trickling down foggy panes, a light that glimmers with hastening strides and whispers sweet nothings to the rusting metal latches that keep the dreams within and the true things outside.
so I saw a window while walking down a busy street on a breezy day the sun made the window pretty glossy. fossy, mossy, becausy damn. well it was cool.
a sheet of magazine smelling of fresh printing. Celebrities, artificial. Cheap perfume samples in the middle. At the line at the supermarket, you read about trash, and people you don’t care about who lead worse lives than you.
a person working in a shop
glossy – i think pictures. they are shiny and pristine. nothing can ruin that moment, take away that one picture that i took with that camera in that place. glossy turns the picture from a file on my computer to something that i can hold up in the light and admire.
lipgloss. the body shop is my ultimate fave. i cannot go without it. also great for paint. i would love to use a gloss paint on my future walls one day. oh, and pictures. i love everything about pictures.
the world looks so glossy when you first step in. the streets are paved with endless opportunities. but the years pass and every year those streets seem to look less glossy just more cracked and deserted until you find yourself alone and dying on a dirt road.
I believe everyone has a choice. A choice to live a choice to die. But why cant I make my own choices with out aguring with myself. I just doesnt make sense. I want to be free. Please?
a glossy feel. a glamorous cover. i am superficial and holding a front of happiness that while clean and shiny (glossy) is ultimately a conclusion of denial.