The sparkling drops cascaded down into the brilliant moonlight, giving the air a misty, incandescent glow. The steady rush of the falls was audible from miles away, its mystical brightness looking as misplaced in the impenetrable darkness as a lone poppy does in a field of overgrown weeds.
the earth is wet athe soil is wet I am wet we are all wet the ground in the soil is turning wt he is wet she made hi, wet we are all wet the boy is standing in wet soil the girl is standing on the wet ground, everyone sees the wet dog, she is a wet noodle, he made her that way! she is going to make the whole world wet with prespiration, I can see why the wetneess is everywhere, all over the world, the oceans are extreemly wet why I am no sure,, the apple use the wetness the thrive, how accordingly can we make many wet maistakes I am wet inside my mind I am wet inside my soul my heart is wet and dripping with bllood trhe wet ness creates a whole new universe that I must thrive in we need to understand how to differeiate between the two wet and dry wet and dry dry and wet
The dock was wet with morning rain. I shivered as the dampness touched my bare feet, soaking through my skin. I walked slowly to the edge of the peer, and stared into the dark water. And then, I jumped.
Wet, saturated, dripping
Full like a sponge
Leaking coz there’s too much
Clench your fist around me
Squeeze softly and it all comes out
Some that was there before
Some I just took in
But squeeze me softly
And I’m dry again.
She was wet when she entered the apartment. She had stayed at a friends for the past few days while Thomas moved his things out. It had begun pouring when she was coming over the bridge at the bottom of the hill that led up to their apartment, her apartment now. She entered the apartment and saw how empty it had become.
It was cold, and it was wet, and even though she knew she needed to go back to the house, she couldn’t go and face him. She just wanted him to leave her alone, or at least tell her he loved her. But no, he couldn’t do that. All he could do was play around and make her cry.
Mis sabanas se mojaron, Mis sabanas blancas, así lo dice la canción, con tu pensamiento y mi calor. Tus manos en mi pensamiento, poquito más abajo que el corazón, y así iban recorriendo cada centímetro.. cada canción.
Water flows down the side of a mountain. It follows its original trajectory, never straying from its destination. It flows freely and without though. It is peaceful to its very core.
wet, like the cold rain in the stte of iowa in the month of october, omg speaking of wet, i still have my sexy playlist tab open from last night. wow hahah. s
Under the pouring rain, in the air, on my skin and in my body. The world is wet. Soaked and saturated by water. We are hydrated beings living on a ball of water. We are always wet. Forever and ever.
rain falling down in the gold gray-blue damp of the day as I wish that sunlight would light up the early morning dew on the grass that is so very very green green green like the grass that is a deep violent shade of green that i just want to roll around in it and smell it and relish the smell of the grass but I cannot get the idea of the green out of my head all I can think about is green and grass and summer and the warmth of the sun in the cool of the grass and the blades and the breeze and I want to go swimming in a lake RIGHT NOW but I have no idea where to find a good lake in Mexico that is swimmable (is that a word?) so I will just have to suffer an suffer but maybe next summer
For a change, it’s not wet outside, but it still feels like a storm is raging on. Sometimes, I really want to go back in time and stop myself from doing things that I’d later regret. Sometimes, I’d like to stop the storm from coming.
The pavement was wet with the falling rain. Glowing lights not only showed the way, but made the sidewalk glitter like a fairy in those old stories we used to be told.
I can feel the rain on my coat
I can see it fall in front of me
I’ve got this thought of everything getting wet
But it’s more than that
It’s not just getting wet
It’s getting all your worries washed away
My heart is wet,
Drowned in sorrow,
Drowned in grief
Drowned in tears.
Wet as the grass in the open field
wet as the sea,
wet as the current floating along
Wet is my heart.
it was perfect in every way, small in slippery and shaven. it tasted salty & sweet, and was perfectly wet. it was beautiful and meaningless, and i miss it in every way.
Dreaming of a broken want, waiting for something to come that never do and never will and you know it, nevertheless you’re dreaming of that broken want.
The floor is very wet, well, not really. To be honest the first thoughts that came to my head were a bit dirtier than that, but I decided against typing any of that because I guess I’m a self-righteous person.
i am all wet when i think i can go to fla as a snowbird for the winter. she would never want to spend the money so we will be wet with snow and rain and ohio weather for six more months, at least. boo..
There are holes in my shoes. Even the lightest of rain or the mildest of morning dew is trapped inside of them, causing my feet to become uncomfortably wet. The end.
The dog slung its way into the room, pools under its form crested and collapsed into the Blanche tiles. A window frame shuttered against itself until it was knocked loose to crash upon the neighbouring counter-top and fling the shattered pane pieces into Guldrid’s lap. The woman sprang up with a splash on the television covering the storm and ran into the bathroom. Her milk dripped down the lampshade in front of the dog, its musty hide clung to the wall and its feet left a sloppy trail of ill-formed mud.
While a terrible scene it didn’t matter once the tsunami came.
wet is for water that people drink high qualty h2o i like to drink water water is good for u some times it is bad for u lol im so bored dah dah dah dah
It was an extremely wet day and Mrs Roger felt that stepping outside the house would be particulary unwise. She stared miserably out the window, the rain was sheeting relentlessly, and big, grey puddles were forming on the tarmac outside, in the holes the workmen had forgotton to fill in. Hamish the cat sheepishly made his way towards the front door, delicatly steeping, in order to prevent his paws from getting wet.
I’m forgotten. I’m falling into the ocean with a stone around my neck. I sink into the darkness. All around me are thousands of wet yellow eyes, blinking, like Christmas lights, like fireworks. Song-crackers explode in my head. I breathe in, once, and wet passionflowers drip out my nose. My mouth fills with salt and saliva and fishbrains and darkness.
my life slips right through my hands
like water
all of my thoughts pour endlessly down a drain
and i try to catch them and decipher each one
but they just slip between my fingers
She was drowning and he was using cliche metaphors to describe her depression because he had no idea what else to do. He wrote and wrote and wrote and she still cried. He said she drowned in her own tears.
grass. I love the smell that rain leaves. I love it when I go out in the morning and the grass is wet, and the air is chilly. As you walk through the grass your shoes and the hem of your pants are soaked, but who cares.
It’s a wet idea. An idea that slips around your brain, sinking into the knooks and grooves of your cerebrum, finds its way into the tightest cracks and stays there. You’ll be walking down the street, and BAM, there it will be, deep in the part of your brain that tells you what that little man in the crosswalk sign means.
The sparkling drops cascaded down into the brilliant moonlight, giving the air a misty, incandescent glow. The steady rush of the falls was audible from miles away, its mystical brightness looking as misplaced in the impenetrable darkness as a lone poppy does in a field of overgrown weeds.
the earth is wet athe soil is wet I am wet we are all wet the ground in the soil is turning wt he is wet she made hi, wet we are all wet the boy is standing in wet soil the girl is standing on the wet ground, everyone sees the wet dog, she is a wet noodle, he made her that way! she is going to make the whole world wet with prespiration, I can see why the wetneess is everywhere, all over the world, the oceans are extreemly wet why I am no sure,, the apple use the wetness the thrive, how accordingly can we make many wet maistakes I am wet inside my mind I am wet inside my soul my heart is wet and dripping with bllood trhe wet ness creates a whole new universe that I must thrive in we need to understand how to differeiate between the two wet and dry wet and dry dry and wet
The dock was wet with morning rain. I shivered as the dampness touched my bare feet, soaking through my skin. I walked slowly to the edge of the peer, and stared into the dark water. And then, I jumped.
Wet, saturated, dripping
Full like a sponge
Leaking coz there’s too much
Clench your fist around me
Squeeze softly and it all comes out
Some that was there before
Some I just took in
But squeeze me softly
And I’m dry again.
She was wet when she entered the apartment. She had stayed at a friends for the past few days while Thomas moved his things out. It had begun pouring when she was coming over the bridge at the bottom of the hill that led up to their apartment, her apartment now. She entered the apartment and saw how empty it had become.
It was cold, and it was wet, and even though she knew she needed to go back to the house, she couldn’t go and face him. She just wanted him to leave her alone, or at least tell her he loved her. But no, he couldn’t do that. All he could do was play around and make her cry.
Mis sabanas se mojaron, Mis sabanas blancas, así lo dice la canción, con tu pensamiento y mi calor. Tus manos en mi pensamiento, poquito más abajo que el corazón, y así iban recorriendo cada centímetro.. cada canción.
Water flows down the side of a mountain. It follows its original trajectory, never straying from its destination. It flows freely and without though. It is peaceful to its very core.
it is very wet outside
water is wet not dry
the lake is very wet
clouds are full of rain which is wet
the dog is wet
i got out of the wet pool and had fun and grabed a towlel to dry off in the warm sun
wet, like the cold rain in the stte of iowa in the month of october, omg speaking of wet, i still have my sexy playlist tab open from last night. wow hahah. s
I wet the bed. My dog came in wet. I had a wet face. My day was very wet. The stream got me all wet. My sister wet her bed.
Under the pouring rain, in the air, on my skin and in my body. The world is wet. Soaked and saturated by water. We are hydrated beings living on a ball of water. We are always wet. Forever and ever.
rain falling down in the gold gray-blue damp of the day as I wish that sunlight would light up the early morning dew on the grass that is so very very green green green like the grass that is a deep violent shade of green that i just want to roll around in it and smell it and relish the smell of the grass but I cannot get the idea of the green out of my head all I can think about is green and grass and summer and the warmth of the sun in the cool of the grass and the blades and the breeze and I want to go swimming in a lake RIGHT NOW but I have no idea where to find a good lake in Mexico that is swimmable (is that a word?) so I will just have to suffer an suffer but maybe next summer
For a change, it’s not wet outside, but it still feels like a storm is raging on. Sometimes, I really want to go back in time and stop myself from doing things that I’d later regret. Sometimes, I’d like to stop the storm from coming.
The pavement was wet with the falling rain. Glowing lights not only showed the way, but made the sidewalk glitter like a fairy in those old stories we used to be told.
I can feel the rain on my coat
I can see it fall in front of me
I’ve got this thought of everything getting wet
But it’s more than that
It’s not just getting wet
It’s getting all your worries washed away
My heart is wet,
Drowned in sorrow,
Drowned in grief
Drowned in tears.
Wet as the grass in the open field
wet as the sea,
wet as the current floating along
Wet is my heart.
Wet makes me think about swimming because while swimming in water you get very very wet because you are in a liquid and it is very watery.
it was perfect in every way, small in slippery and shaven. it tasted salty & sweet, and was perfectly wet. it was beautiful and meaningless, and i miss it in every way.
water ocean rain swimming summer time water balloons ocean dolphins drinks popsicles puddles slides tears car wash necessary
Slippery
Slick
Sliding
Skidding
Slurping
Sledding
Laughing
Jumping
Playing
Walking
In the rain
Dreaming of a broken want, waiting for something to come that never do and never will and you know it, nevertheless you’re dreaming of that broken want.
The floor is very wet, well, not really. To be honest the first thoughts that came to my head were a bit dirtier than that, but I decided against typing any of that because I guess I’m a self-righteous person.
Wet lips. Truly a very intoxicating word for a guy. The wet lips against bold red lipstick – a symbol of classic beauty. Looks like a cherry on a dew.
Rain is wet. I felt it on my skin. It’s cold and runs through my very essence contaminating it with sorrow. I felt some warmth though.
i am all wet when i think i can go to fla as a snowbird for the winter. she would never want to spend the money so we will be wet with snow and rain and ohio weather for six more months, at least. boo..
There are holes in my shoes. Even the lightest of rain or the mildest of morning dew is trapped inside of them, causing my feet to become uncomfortably wet. The end.
The dog slung its way into the room, pools under its form crested and collapsed into the Blanche tiles. A window frame shuttered against itself until it was knocked loose to crash upon the neighbouring counter-top and fling the shattered pane pieces into Guldrid’s lap. The woman sprang up with a splash on the television covering the storm and ran into the bathroom. Her milk dripped down the lampshade in front of the dog, its musty hide clung to the wall and its feet left a sloppy trail of ill-formed mud.
While a terrible scene it didn’t matter once the tsunami came.
wet is for water that people drink high qualty h2o i like to drink water water is good for u some times it is bad for u lol im so bored dah dah dah dah
not dry
slippery
sex
pool
ocean
beach
shower
bath
It was an extremely wet day and Mrs Roger felt that stepping outside the house would be particulary unwise. She stared miserably out the window, the rain was sheeting relentlessly, and big, grey puddles were forming on the tarmac outside, in the holes the workmen had forgotton to fill in. Hamish the cat sheepishly made his way towards the front door, delicatly steeping, in order to prevent his paws from getting wet.
I’m forgotten. I’m falling into the ocean with a stone around my neck. I sink into the darkness. All around me are thousands of wet yellow eyes, blinking, like Christmas lights, like fireworks. Song-crackers explode in my head. I breathe in, once, and wet passionflowers drip out my nose. My mouth fills with salt and saliva and fishbrains and darkness.
my life slips right through my hands
like water
all of my thoughts pour endlessly down a drain
and i try to catch them and decipher each one
but they just slip between my fingers
water. moist. magnificent drizzles and quiet thunderstorms. why me?
not dry drenched.
The sidewalk was wet – a fall shower passed through leaving dark gray splotches drying quickly in the warmish wind.
She was drowning and he was using cliche metaphors to describe her depression because he had no idea what else to do. He wrote and wrote and wrote and she still cried. He said she drowned in her own tears.
grass. I love the smell that rain leaves. I love it when I go out in the morning and the grass is wet, and the air is chilly. As you walk through the grass your shoes and the hem of your pants are soaked, but who cares.
It’s a wet idea. An idea that slips around your brain, sinking into the knooks and grooves of your cerebrum, finds its way into the tightest cracks and stays there. You’ll be walking down the street, and BAM, there it will be, deep in the part of your brain that tells you what that little man in the crosswalk sign means.