I start to miss the rain sometimes. Getting caught in it, ruining a pair of leather shoes, letting it usher in sleep – it reminds me of people, coming and going as it wishes, and always leaving something behind, something as little as a dew-covered windowsill. This constant sunlight leaves within me a great thirst.
I felt the raindrops falling down gingerly through my skin. But that was not important at the moment. I had so many things running through my mind I could barely calm myself down. Was it all worth it? Was my life worth living anymore? I felt myself trapped in the ghosts my imagination created.
Coming out of the ocean. A pool. A hot tub. Glistening under the lights. Dripping. Your hair, messy. Your lips deep pink. This is beginning to turn into a different type of wet haha ;)
As I sprint from the car to the office, the raindrops are flying at me sideways and the lightening pops all around. At the door I struggle against the wind to close my umbrella. I finally slip inside and look at myself in the mirror. I’m wringing wet from head to toe. . .what a way to start a day!
This word made me think negatively. I can’t think of anything to say, oops. Hmm… this makes me think of the word moist. Moist is a really weird word, if you think about it.
Right now, the sky is gloomy and gray. She half-wishes the clouds would burst already, that the rain would come pouring down to cleanse the dirty streets–but they don’t. They hang there incessantly, like a warning. A wet guillotine right above one’s neck, waiting to drop…and never dropping.
Oh God why would you ever make this the one word I SPEND WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON TUMBLR FOR YOU TO MAKE THIS THE ONE WORD WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOK AT YOUR LIFE LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES okay Julia be cool just be cool you can do this in a completely mature way you can get through this minute without typing anything shameless and ridiculous you are a strong, confident, beautiful young lady and I believe in you pUSSSY GOD DAMN IT.
It rains for months at a time in the quaint little town where he spends the first years of his life. The rain seeps through the walls and floods the halls.
My cat, a wet kitty. When she sometimes gets herself wet. Is it wrong that I first thought of something completely inappropriate when I first saw this? sorry. Anyway, I’m really procrastinating right now. I have SO MUCH HOMEWORK. this sucks. when will these sixty seconds end? I’m BORED!!! Wetness, wetness, wet. wet wet wet. wet. wet
I felt a wet tongue stroke my palm. Suddenly terrified, I quickly leaned over from my bedside and turned on the lamp. Looking about my room, I saw no one.
my vagina became wet with the thought of his pulsing member. He touched my cheek and than ran his finger down my neck and cupped my breast, circling my nipple. I became so in depth with his touch my legs began to tremble. I couldnt bare it. He was my kryptonite. And i was his heroin.
Sitting on the beach, sand is everywhere. Between my toes, in my bathing suit, in my hair. I pluck a grape from the stem and eat it, and feel the grit of the sand in my mouth. Irritating, rubbing, sand. I run into the ocean, the water washes and cleanses me. I feel relieved.
When people have sex… people get wet… if you know what i mean, but yea. and i just watched vampire diaries just now. Damian tried to kill Caroline but Stephen put this flower thing in her scotch drink so he couldn’t kill her… he’s so smart
Ah wet. Wet = water & liquid. Its funny cause my desktop screensaver is of the ocean. But yeah, I like water. I like being wet. Hehe, taking showers are fun. Wet = tears. I cried today. I felt like I lost a friend. I don’t know, maybe its just me. I cried a lot. My eyes are still sore. Well anyway, how did I get to this topic again? Oh well.
The rain splashed on the pavement. The tree’s branches were stripped of their leaves as the wet green growth was plastered to the muddy ground. And within this tornado of chaos stood Amber, lightning flowing from her fingertips and clouds crowding around her soaked red hair.
This has never happened to me before, wet from just a kiss on the neck, how do you do it? This isn’t something they teach in schools. I asked you, you didn’t reply. How do you do that? I ask as I let out a silent cry. You say your so wet, I say…
wet is someting that happens when your drink something. wet happens when you take a shower. wet is somethign that happens when you go swimmming. wet is something that occurs everyday.
It was actually raining when I woke up this morning, first thing I thought of was,” Fuck! I left my driver side car window cracked, I live in a apartment complex, I tossed on some boots, a jacket, a beanie and grabbed an umbrella and walked through the cold mist ricocheting off the tarmacadam surface. True Story.
The chill bit at my cheeks and the air was so fresh it hurt my lungs. The streets were still wet with rain from the night before, orange fall leaves drifting into the puddles spilling around the drains. I made my way across the city street, surprised by the lack of traffic. How long before this bitter cold ended?
The ground by the tree was wet and smelled like vomit, no one understood why it was this way, but all the same the neighborhood kids avoided this spot on their way home from school
Swimming pools. They’re cool on hot summer nights. The kind of nights I grew up with. The kind that happen in heat of an Arizona night. The only thing better than swimming pools is swimming pools in the rain. With the thunder and lightning all around.
one word to describe it all
one word to know it all
how to feel
what to say
just one word to rule over
who would have thought this would be all?
one word
happiness
life
turns and twists
The rain soaked me. I hate the wet feeling, but as I sat on the bench I knew I had no other choice until Elise showed up. I forgot my umbrella, which I suppose was a good thing, as the water splashed on me, I felt cold and relaxed, and relatively safe from lightning. I mumbled as someone sat next to me, wet as well. Her eyes, heather grey, stared me down. I didn’t know what her problem was, only how wet she was. She was soaked even worse than I was, if that was possible.
“The name’s Annie.” She grumbled.
“I don’t really care…” I stumbled.
I sat there suffering in the wet rain until Elise showed up, finally.
The rain poured down on me, dampening my hair. For three days I had been out here, living on the streets in one of the world’s record storms. The feeling of being wet stuck with me now, like a close friend I’d rather not have. No matter where I tried to find shelter, the rain and the wind always seemed to get in and chilled me straight to the bone.
rain is wet. Wet dogs smell bad. A girl can get wet. Tomorrow it’ll rain and I hope I don’t get wet. My ne car is standing outside and with the prdicted rain, it will get wet :( too bad you know…
Wet wet wet? wasn’t that a group? music?
like rain… i had to walk home in the rain one day and my pants got all wet and so i took them of when i got home but then i had to put them back on so i put them in the dryernthen they were warm and cozy :)
Our blanket was getting wet. Yet we were still on a picnic. He looked all the more handsome with water droplets on his eyelashes and his hair starting to get curly. We shifted out blanket under a tree and snuggled while eating sandwiches.
The rain poured over my head as I sprinted through the parking lot. I’ve always loved the rain. It reminded me of childhood. Those wonderful days that I would go dancing in the rain with my best friends. But now, all it meant to my peers was cold, wet, trouble.
the floor is wet when you take a shower and don’t use a towel. sometimes dogs get wet when they run around in the rain. wet can be uncomfortable, but it can also be super fun…like in a water gun fight. water gun fights are the shit. but when you drive home all wet from the fight, sometimes that sucks. so be careful with your water gun fights.
wet- dripping, sopping wet from a day at the pool. Slide down the water slide and SPLASH all the by standers. Silly bystanders. Why would they stand by the slide when they know they’ll get wet?
wet, dripping, sopping wet after getting out of the pool. Sliding down the waterslide and splashing all the by-standers. Silly bystanders. Why would they stand by the slide when they know they’ll get wet
The cold wet, the warm wet. Stick. Dripping, raining, touching. Everything and nothing in between but the taste of the outside world tapping on the tip of my tongue while I have nothing but everything to say. A lost, wrapped up mind, the wet wipe of the cool towel up against my forehead as I slip off into nothing and everything.
I start to miss the rain sometimes. Getting caught in it, ruining a pair of leather shoes, letting it usher in sleep – it reminds me of people, coming and going as it wishes, and always leaving something behind, something as little as a dew-covered windowsill. This constant sunlight leaves within me a great thirst.
I felt the raindrops falling down gingerly through my skin. But that was not important at the moment. I had so many things running through my mind I could barely calm myself down. Was it all worth it? Was my life worth living anymore? I felt myself trapped in the ghosts my imagination created.
Coming out of the ocean. A pool. A hot tub. Glistening under the lights. Dripping. Your hair, messy. Your lips deep pink. This is beginning to turn into a different type of wet haha ;)
As I sprint from the car to the office, the raindrops are flying at me sideways and the lightening pops all around. At the door I struggle against the wind to close my umbrella. I finally slip inside and look at myself in the mirror. I’m wringing wet from head to toe. . .what a way to start a day!
This word made me think negatively. I can’t think of anything to say, oops. Hmm… this makes me think of the word moist. Moist is a really weird word, if you think about it.
Right now, the sky is gloomy and gray. She half-wishes the clouds would burst already, that the rain would come pouring down to cleanse the dirty streets–but they don’t. They hang there incessantly, like a warning. A wet guillotine right above one’s neck, waiting to drop…and never dropping.
Oh God why would you ever make this the one word I SPEND WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON TUMBLR FOR YOU TO MAKE THIS THE ONE WORD WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOK AT YOUR LIFE LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES okay Julia be cool just be cool you can do this in a completely mature way you can get through this minute without typing anything shameless and ridiculous you are a strong, confident, beautiful young lady and I believe in you pUSSSY GOD DAMN IT.
I can hardly even get myself to write anymore. All of my thoughts are slow, wet, and sorry.
It rains for months at a time in the quaint little town where he spends the first years of his life. The rain seeps through the walls and floods the halls.
My cat, a wet kitty. When she sometimes gets herself wet. Is it wrong that I first thought of something completely inappropriate when I first saw this? sorry. Anyway, I’m really procrastinating right now. I have SO MUCH HOMEWORK. this sucks. when will these sixty seconds end? I’m BORED!!! Wetness, wetness, wet. wet wet wet. wet. wet
I felt a wet tongue stroke my palm. Suddenly terrified, I quickly leaned over from my bedside and turned on the lamp. Looking about my room, I saw no one.
I stood there wet with envy. dripping with disgust and in need of a 4th drink. when it hit me, I could just slap her! Oh the REALITY of it all!!!
my vagina became wet with the thought of his pulsing member. He touched my cheek and than ran his finger down my neck and cupped my breast, circling my nipple. I became so in depth with his touch my legs began to tremble. I couldnt bare it. He was my kryptonite. And i was his heroin.
Sitting on the beach, sand is everywhere. Between my toes, in my bathing suit, in my hair. I pluck a grape from the stem and eat it, and feel the grit of the sand in my mouth. Irritating, rubbing, sand. I run into the ocean, the water washes and cleanses me. I feel relieved.
When people have sex… people get wet… if you know what i mean, but yea. and i just watched vampire diaries just now. Damian tried to kill Caroline but Stephen put this flower thing in her scotch drink so he couldn’t kill her… he’s so smart
Ah wet. Wet = water & liquid. Its funny cause my desktop screensaver is of the ocean. But yeah, I like water. I like being wet. Hehe, taking showers are fun. Wet = tears. I cried today. I felt like I lost a friend. I don’t know, maybe its just me. I cried a lot. My eyes are still sore. Well anyway, how did I get to this topic again? Oh well.
The rain splashed on the pavement. The tree’s branches were stripped of their leaves as the wet green growth was plastered to the muddy ground. And within this tornado of chaos stood Amber, lightning flowing from her fingertips and clouds crowding around her soaked red hair.
This has never happened to me before, wet from just a kiss on the neck, how do you do it? This isn’t something they teach in schools. I asked you, you didn’t reply. How do you do that? I ask as I let out a silent cry. You say your so wet, I say…
wet is someting that happens when your drink something. wet happens when you take a shower. wet is somethign that happens when you go swimmming. wet is something that occurs everyday.
Sopping, she stumbled down the street as the sun withdrew from its happy watchtower.
It was actually raining when I woke up this morning, first thing I thought of was,” Fuck! I left my driver side car window cracked, I live in a apartment complex, I tossed on some boots, a jacket, a beanie and grabbed an umbrella and walked through the cold mist ricocheting off the tarmacadam surface. True Story.
The chill bit at my cheeks and the air was so fresh it hurt my lungs. The streets were still wet with rain from the night before, orange fall leaves drifting into the puddles spilling around the drains. I made my way across the city street, surprised by the lack of traffic. How long before this bitter cold ended?
She used her sleeve to wipe the tears on her cheek.
the ground is wet with tears from the hurt that you caused and the pain that you brought into my life will never be washed away
“Ah–Arthur.” Francis’s voice tightened as he walked up to the stop, the same way his arms tightened around his briefcase. “What a–delight to see you.”
Arthur merely looked at his wavy hair, plastered about his face, his pale lips made whiter by cold and rain–
And without another word, he tilted his umbrella so it sheltered both of them.
The ground by the tree was wet and smelled like vomit, no one understood why it was this way, but all the same the neighborhood kids avoided this spot on their way home from school
rain water shower its raining its pooring the old man is snoring
Swimming pools. They’re cool on hot summer nights. The kind of nights I grew up with. The kind that happen in heat of an Arizona night. The only thing better than swimming pools is swimming pools in the rain. With the thunder and lightning all around.
one word to describe it all
one word to know it all
how to feel
what to say
just one word to rule over
who would have thought this would be all?
one word
happiness
life
turns and twists
The rain soaked me. I hate the wet feeling, but as I sat on the bench I knew I had no other choice until Elise showed up. I forgot my umbrella, which I suppose was a good thing, as the water splashed on me, I felt cold and relaxed, and relatively safe from lightning. I mumbled as someone sat next to me, wet as well. Her eyes, heather grey, stared me down. I didn’t know what her problem was, only how wet she was. She was soaked even worse than I was, if that was possible.
“The name’s Annie.” She grumbled.
“I don’t really care…” I stumbled.
I sat there suffering in the wet rain until Elise showed up, finally.
The rain poured down on me, dampening my hair. For three days I had been out here, living on the streets in one of the world’s record storms. The feeling of being wet stuck with me now, like a close friend I’d rather not have. No matter where I tried to find shelter, the rain and the wind always seemed to get in and chilled me straight to the bone.
rain is wet. Wet dogs smell bad. A girl can get wet. Tomorrow it’ll rain and I hope I don’t get wet. My ne car is standing outside and with the prdicted rain, it will get wet :( too bad you know…
Wet wet wet? wasn’t that a group? music?
like rain… i had to walk home in the rain one day and my pants got all wet and so i took them of when i got home but then i had to put them back on so i put them in the dryernthen they were warm and cozy :)
Our blanket was getting wet. Yet we were still on a picnic. He looked all the more handsome with water droplets on his eyelashes and his hair starting to get curly. We shifted out blanket under a tree and snuggled while eating sandwiches.
The rain poured over my head as I sprinted through the parking lot. I’ve always loved the rain. It reminded me of childhood. Those wonderful days that I would go dancing in the rain with my best friends. But now, all it meant to my peers was cold, wet, trouble.
the floor is wet when you take a shower and don’t use a towel. sometimes dogs get wet when they run around in the rain. wet can be uncomfortable, but it can also be super fun…like in a water gun fight. water gun fights are the shit. but when you drive home all wet from the fight, sometimes that sucks. so be careful with your water gun fights.
wet- dripping, sopping wet from a day at the pool. Slide down the water slide and SPLASH all the by standers. Silly bystanders. Why would they stand by the slide when they know they’ll get wet?
wet, dripping, sopping wet after getting out of the pool. Sliding down the waterslide and splashing all the by-standers. Silly bystanders. Why would they stand by the slide when they know they’ll get wet
It was cold and rainy day. Well, when you live in London, England, every day is a cold and rainy day.
The cold wet, the warm wet. Stick. Dripping, raining, touching. Everything and nothing in between but the taste of the outside world tapping on the tip of my tongue while I have nothing but everything to say. A lost, wrapped up mind, the wet wipe of the cool towel up against my forehead as I slip off into nothing and everything.