“I’m going to go powder my nose.” she said.
as she got up from the table, Eric watched her butt sway back and forth, he dreamed of the nasty things he could do to thay very butt later that night.
that white shit, ohhhh yeah thats almost like crack pretty creative. don’t snort that stuff its like snorting a babies ass, kids these days they ll do pretty much anything to get high. hahaha good times in America. but what is the general use of powder?
her powdered face couldn’t cover the bruises under her eyes and cheeks. instead of covering up the events of the past night the powder hinted at the pain she’d have to endure for the following three weeks. tears wiped it way.
Is the life blood of washing your clothes. Its particles of mimimal quantity in a collection. Oten found in piles, particularly in conjunction with sci fi ray guns.
Her image, reflected in the glass, her replica, stared pointedly back at her.
Remorse swept through her brain, the place where emotions really happened (only blood flowed through the heart, no pain, fear, or love).
She held it in her hand.
The case.
Looking back from her hand to her shrewd reflection, she determined the urgency of the situation.
She placed the case back in her purse, zipped it closed. Of course, this would mean waiting around in the bathroom for a few more moments to make it appear that she had done something.
If he liked her, he liked her. It shouldn’t matter if she powdered her nose.
The great thing about powdered sugar is that it gets all over the face. We were baking. Together. And I thought that it would be fun to blow some all over her face- and I was right. She looked like a princess, emmersed in powdery glitter.
powder skull, the day his bones turned to powder. they beat his head till it was powder. tell me you’ll protect him. me. us. tell me the boys who did this to my son. tell me they have love. tell me they feel. my son way gay.
white snow, on top withered banks of my mind…drifting ever so quietly throught the trees of concious spoken word…grab your attention with these 3 words
white snow, on top withered banks of my mind…drifting ever so quietly throught the trees of concious spoken word…grab your attention with these 3 words
snow. that’s all i can think of. snow. which makes me think of winter. i hate winter. detest it, actually. the only good thing about it is the snow. which is a cold equivalent of sand. why not go to a beach instead? fuck winter.
The kind that goes on your nose
inside and outside
the dariar
babies have it to
strange and sometyimes blue
ajax and blech
comet beseach
get these wine stains out of my carpet
no more yayo for this dayo
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
powder is made of chalk. there are many different types of powder like talcum powder, and so on. it can be used for many different things from drying someone to just making everything dusty. it can harm yourself greatly by using powder inefficiently.
I looked at the black powder that covered my hands. What the hell!! I didn’t have time to think about what it might be before the lights went out in my head.
i like baby powder and the way it smells. but i think powder has an unusual way of coming about because it feels weird and tastes weird. thats all i can think…. and my computer is
Powder fresh. The deoderant smell. I hate it. Why does my Mother buy it for me? I like fruity deoderant. It doesn’t even smell fresh. When I rund out of deoderant, I use hers though. It’s Powder Fresh.
powder up your nose, the surge of pleasure going through your body. i want to try coke. i want to try coke. i have a feeling id do it so often. i love what everyone has said about it. but im scared and dont want anyone to know. i want to do coke. i want to do it and i know ill like it. i want to do coke.
“I’m going to go powder my nose.” she said.
as she got up from the table, Eric watched her butt sway back and forth, he dreamed of the nasty things he could do to thay very butt later that night.
It goes on your face, your hands, your legs, your clothes….
EVERYWHERE.
powder is white and magical…disappearing into whatever it touches…melting away, dissolving. was it ever even there? you’re like powder to me.
that white shit, ohhhh yeah thats almost like crack pretty creative. don’t snort that stuff its like snorting a babies ass, kids these days they ll do pretty much anything to get high. hahaha good times in America. but what is the general use of powder?
white small cloudy
her powdered face couldn’t cover the bruises under her eyes and cheeks. instead of covering up the events of the past night the powder hinted at the pain she’d have to endure for the following three weeks. tears wiped it way.
Is the life blood of washing your clothes. Its particles of mimimal quantity in a collection. Oten found in piles, particularly in conjunction with sci fi ray guns.
Her image, reflected in the glass, her replica, stared pointedly back at her.
Remorse swept through her brain, the place where emotions really happened (only blood flowed through the heart, no pain, fear, or love).
She held it in her hand.
The case.
Looking back from her hand to her shrewd reflection, she determined the urgency of the situation.
She placed the case back in her purse, zipped it closed. Of course, this would mean waiting around in the bathroom for a few more moments to make it appear that she had done something.
If he liked her, he liked her. It shouldn’t matter if she powdered her nose.
baby powder
dupa jasiek pierdnął stasiek.
The great thing about powdered sugar is that it gets all over the face. We were baking. Together. And I thought that it would be fun to blow some all over her face- and I was right. She looked like a princess, emmersed in powdery glitter.
light bright baby calean fluffy, sweet lovely my sons kitty cats wonderful heavenly
blot
powder skull, the day his bones turned to powder. they beat his head till it was powder. tell me you’ll protect him. me. us. tell me the boys who did this to my son. tell me they have love. tell me they feel. my son way gay.
white snow, on top withered banks of my mind…drifting ever so quietly throught the trees of concious spoken word…grab your attention with these 3 words
white snow, on top withered banks of my mind…drifting ever so quietly throught the trees of concious spoken word…grab your attention with these 3 words
snow. that’s all i can think of. snow. which makes me think of winter. i hate winter. detest it, actually. the only good thing about it is the snow. which is a cold equivalent of sand. why not go to a beach instead? fuck winter.
suspended in the air, and applied to everything. It’s there but not in a substantial way but in a thorough way.
ciao!!!!
is very soft and normally white. you can use it when you get out of the bath to make yourself smell like a baby and be soft.
but you can get bad powder thats illegal. bad bad powder.
The kind that goes on your nose
inside and outside
the dariar
babies have it to
strange and sometyimes blue
ajax and blech
comet beseach
get these wine stains out of my carpet
no more yayo for this dayo
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
well she powders her nose and cheeks and she is all that I can think about recently. if I had had one more week everything would have been worked out. I don’t know why am still here. it is very grating not to be able to have resoloution either way.
powder is made of chalk. there are many different types of powder like talcum powder, and so on. it can be used for many different things from drying someone to just making everything dusty. it can harm yourself greatly by using powder inefficiently.
can be used for a baby butt were it will not rash johnson,s baby powder is white and in a white bottle
the fresh snow lay white on the slope, waiting for speed and breath and joy to scream down its body.
i like powder because babies use it to smell good after a bath. so thats why they smell so good
Hehehehehehehehehhe powder
Crammed onto the back of a picture postcard…places I have never been. The substance I thought was my friend – had abandoned me come morning.
His pallor like that of moon dust, settling from a step
She could sniff the powder. It was everywhere, surrounding her like nothing ever had. It made her feel trapped, while she’d never felt more alive.
I looked at the black powder that covered my hands. What the hell!! I didn’t have time to think about what it might be before the lights went out in my head.
powederpoweder
The snow was made of powder.
i like baby powder and the way it smells. but i think powder has an unusual way of coming about because it feels weird and tastes weird. thats all i can think…. and my computer is
Powder fresh. The deoderant smell. I hate it. Why does my Mother buy it for me? I like fruity deoderant. It doesn’t even smell fresh. When I rund out of deoderant, I use hers though. It’s Powder Fresh.
powder up your nose, the surge of pleasure going through your body. i want to try coke. i want to try coke. i have a feeling id do it so often. i love what everyone has said about it. but im scared and dont want anyone to know. i want to do coke. i want to do it and i know ill like it. i want to do coke.
There was powder everywhere. Sally had accidentially tipped over her make-up and her concealer has covered the carpet in a beige dusting.
Winter. The snow outside is cold and beautiful.
I am beautiful. Sometimes. When I wear makeup:-)
Powder rouge…