The rain washed everything away. It hid his tears. But it couldn’t wash away his guilt, his hopeless love for her. Everything that he wished was gone still hung on him, weighed down by water and time that refused to rewind.
I wash my hands a lot. I don’t do it becuase they’re dirty or because i’m psychotic. I just do it to kill time. If someone looks as if they’re entreating on my personal space or if they want me for something, I will rush off to wash my hands. I know the smells of all the hand-soaps i’ve ever used.
lemme wash my clothes in a basket. holy crap, i cant. i dont know where the wash basket has got to. i dont know what to do now, i shall be dirty forever as i dont have any hands to wash myself with. can i use yours?
Just got back from a hike and the dogs were covered in mucky black mud…so I pulled out the hose….and washed them…how come when dogs want to play in the water they run…but you pull out the hose and they run too?
I stood at the sink, and leaned over the tarnished faucet. Twisting the reluctant head, I adjusted the water flow to an acceptable temperature before I let it wash over my grimy, bloodied hands.
Wash or clean. What to do, what to do? Your should always wash your hands after going to the bathroom, blowing your nose, touching an animal, or before preparing food. Others things to wash would be clothes or dishes. My mom always complains when I leave unwashed dishes in the sink. Sorry Mom!! But isn’t that what dishwashers are for??
Sometimes I wish I could wash myself clean of all of the mistakes I’ve made, the dumb things I’ve done. But, those are the things that make me who I am. So in a way if I were to get rid of them, I’d be washing away my identity.
I can’t wash the car right now, I’d rather be dancing in the sunshine! It’s too nice to wash the car, save that for when it really needs it! I can’t be bothered, thank you!
wash your hands of me.
wash your hands of the filth that covers them, we are good boys and girls, no lies cheating and deceit should stain our fresh garments. don’t let them see through your pretty little lies.
My hopes were washed away as I looked toward the black smoke billowing from the house. I was devistated and lost thought. Nothing could be worse than this.
she washes herself in the light that floods over the window sill, drowning herself in the porcelain tub containing her physical body and the heavy room which traps her soul.
i wash my face. i wash my hands. i wash the sins off my chest and between my legs but i still cannot wash it all off. i am dirty but i am in love with the dirtiness.
i spend each day trying to wash away my mistakes. while i make new ones but i learn from my mistakes so really if you wash away your mistakes you wash away your wisdom.
I’m sure you’ve heard this before but do you know that I’m talking to you? I’ve tried for so long and now I only want to close my eyes and feel my hollowed chest. There’s nothing there, it pains me still, quite the peculiarity. You agree with me. Yes, I know that too. No wash of a new scent can make me feel clean here.
You know what has been annoying me lately? Not being able to take a shower in the morning. I have become used to that in the past two years. But now, since my grandparents moved in, there’s nothing I can do about it…
once upon a time, there was a dhobi. all he did was wash clothes all day. he used to wash everything from dhoti, lungi, chaddi, banian, kaccha, topi, towal, ghagra, choli, lehnga and a lot other stuff.
I scrubbed the barcode tattoo.I scrubed it for three days straight but it wouldnt come off.As the president had said ..we needed it to love. It was our life. Our cold cruel life…
I jumped into the shower to wash of the blood before my momo came home. It was all dired up and crusty in my hair.Disgusting i thought to myself! And it wasnt even a pretty red!
Washing it down with fiery fluid, the man could not even stop to think about what he was doing. Of course, he also couldn’t see that the duck as watching him way too intensely for a normal duck.
I’m so sick of washing everything. I feel like all our lives that’s all we do, and it’s annoying because it is essential when you think about it. I don’t want to be covered in dirt.
Whenever I go to wash my clothes, my grandmother wants to tell me how to do it. I’ve been washing my clothes since I moved out at age 15, but she insists. Sometimes it gets to the point that I’m so frustrated we fight about it.
I hate washing anything. I feel like all our lives its cleaning cleaning and more cleaning. I guess it’s good for us though. We don’t want to be just surrounded by gross disgustingness.
a word about being clean and ready. Refreshed and new comes to mind. Ridding your self and others of sin in ancient times. A light colouring or covering.
Dishes were hard work for Pretty Boy. He couldn’t even use the towels right, instead putting the dishes away still mostly wet. Eileen stared at him helplessly.
I wash away everything bad hat ever happens and try to start anew. Isn’t it nice knowing you’ll never have to look back again. Because all the bad washes down the drain.
I wash and I wash and i wash but i never get clean my hands my feet my face are dirty everything is dirty the world is dirty. scrubbing and scrubbing chipping away at the dirt but it’s still there always there.
I like to wash my hands. Well, not really. It’s one of those chores that we have to do for the safety of ourselves as well as others. If we don’t wash our hands, germs might spread. We also have to wash our bodies, though. No one wants to be near those that smell.
The rain washed everything away. It hid his tears. But it couldn’t wash away his guilt, his hopeless love for her. Everything that he wished was gone still hung on him, weighed down by water and time that refused to rewind.
I wash my hands a lot. I don’t do it becuase they’re dirty or because i’m psychotic. I just do it to kill time. If someone looks as if they’re entreating on my personal space or if they want me for something, I will rush off to wash my hands. I know the smells of all the hand-soaps i’ve ever used.
lemme wash my clothes in a basket. holy crap, i cant. i dont know where the wash basket has got to. i dont know what to do now, i shall be dirty forever as i dont have any hands to wash myself with. can i use yours?
Just got back from a hike and the dogs were covered in mucky black mud…so I pulled out the hose….and washed them…how come when dogs want to play in the water they run…but you pull out the hose and they run too?
you wash your car, you shampoo your hair.
Through the baby out with the bath water.
That’s what I’m going to do to you. But, Baby, it’s getting awfully muddy in here and this is not the ambrosial liquor we planned to drink.
I’m going to wash myself of this whole thing, this whole life we have, I wash myself of beautiful you. I’m going to be clean.
wash your clothes or wash away all the bad thought from your mind.
I wash my clothes all the time. Not everytime I wear them tho…Iffen you don’t wash them till their dirty, they’ll last longer. Nice and organic.
wash wash wash wash wash wash wash
i’m clean
I stood at the sink, and leaned over the tarnished faucet. Twisting the reluctant head, I adjusted the water flow to an acceptable temperature before I let it wash over my grimy, bloodied hands.
Wash or clean. What to do, what to do? Your should always wash your hands after going to the bathroom, blowing your nose, touching an animal, or before preparing food. Others things to wash would be clothes or dishes. My mom always complains when I leave unwashed dishes in the sink. Sorry Mom!! But isn’t that what dishwashers are for??
Sometimes I wish I could wash myself clean of all of the mistakes I’ve made, the dumb things I’ve done. But, those are the things that make me who I am. So in a way if I were to get rid of them, I’d be washing away my identity.
I can’t wash the car right now, I’d rather be dancing in the sunshine! It’s too nice to wash the car, save that for when it really needs it! I can’t be bothered, thank you!
wash your hands of me.
wash your hands of the filth that covers them, we are good boys and girls, no lies cheating and deceit should stain our fresh garments. don’t let them see through your pretty little lies.
My hopes were washed away as I looked toward the black smoke billowing from the house. I was devistated and lost thought. Nothing could be worse than this.
it rained last night. i wanted to talk to you on the roof but you didn’t let me. there were puddles and dog barks and no words left to say
she washes herself in the light that floods over the window sill, drowning herself in the porcelain tub containing her physical body and the heavy room which traps her soul.
i wash my face. i wash my hands. i wash the sins off my chest and between my legs but i still cannot wash it all off. i am dirty but i am in love with the dirtiness.
i spend each day trying to wash away my mistakes. while i make new ones but i learn from my mistakes so really if you wash away your mistakes you wash away your wisdom.
scrubbing dead skin off
with a sky blue loofah
will not rid your scent
which is embedded in my
skin
I’m sure you’ve heard this before but do you know that I’m talking to you? I’ve tried for so long and now I only want to close my eyes and feel my hollowed chest. There’s nothing there, it pains me still, quite the peculiarity. You agree with me. Yes, I know that too. No wash of a new scent can make me feel clean here.
Washing makes us clean. If we don’t, we’re not clean. Ick Ick Ick. We clean and wash with washcloths
My friends just all decided to not exist in my life anymore. Work was gorss again. I’d like to take a shower now.
You know what has been annoying me lately? Not being able to take a shower in the morning. I have become used to that in the past two years. But now, since my grandparents moved in, there’s nothing I can do about it…
once upon a time, there was a dhobi. all he did was wash clothes all day. he used to wash everything from dhoti, lungi, chaddi, banian, kaccha, topi, towal, ghagra, choli, lehnga and a lot other stuff.
I scrubbed the barcode tattoo.I scrubed it for three days straight but it wouldnt come off.As the president had said ..we needed it to love. It was our life. Our cold cruel life…
After many attempts to create the perfect sculpture she had in mind, and failing, she called it a wash.
I jumped into the shower to wash of the blood before my momo came home. It was all dired up and crusty in my hair.Disgusting i thought to myself! And it wasnt even a pretty red!
Washing it down with fiery fluid, the man could not even stop to think about what he was doing. Of course, he also couldn’t see that the duck as watching him way too intensely for a normal duck.
I’m so sick of washing everything. I feel like all our lives that’s all we do, and it’s annoying because it is essential when you think about it. I don’t want to be covered in dirt.
I like to wash my body. It makes me feel clean.
My crotch always takes the longest. My hair is try from too much shampoo. I smell soapy.
Whenever I go to wash my clothes, my grandmother wants to tell me how to do it. I’ve been washing my clothes since I moved out at age 15, but she insists. Sometimes it gets to the point that I’m so frustrated we fight about it.
I hate washing anything. I feel like all our lives its cleaning cleaning and more cleaning. I guess it’s good for us though. We don’t want to be just surrounded by gross disgustingness.
my trucks for work as it is a great sales fool and i always present professionally.
a word about being clean and ready. Refreshed and new comes to mind. Ridding your self and others of sin in ancient times. A light colouring or covering.
Dishes were hard work for Pretty Boy. He couldn’t even use the towels right, instead putting the dishes away still mostly wet. Eileen stared at him helplessly.
I washed my baby dragon’s underwear this morning. It was covered with dragon dung. Oh well. Just another day taking care of my baby dragon. =p
I wash away everything bad hat ever happens and try to start anew. Isn’t it nice knowing you’ll never have to look back again. Because all the bad washes down the drain.
I wash and I wash and i wash but i never get clean my hands my feet my face are dirty everything is dirty the world is dirty. scrubbing and scrubbing chipping away at the dirt but it’s still there always there.
I like to wash my hands. Well, not really. It’s one of those chores that we have to do for the safety of ourselves as well as others. If we don’t wash our hands, germs might spread. We also have to wash our bodies, though. No one wants to be near those that smell.