There are blotches on my face when I wash it too hard with some kind of abrasive soap, the kind of soap you use when you are really mad at yourself and feel like it is some how washing your actions away or absolving you of some moral dirtiness.
Blotches are our mistakes.
You know, those back-of-the-theater blow jobs.
Those broken promises.
The signs of a fight.
The dirt on our knees.
We all have them.
Man up and accept them.
sure blotches. I have had plenty over the course of my lifetime as i am freckeled . some of us seem to be blotches ourselves, in that blotches on the skin move and change so do we. Anywho, I know i’m blotchlike.
blotches form on the face, on paper, on your life – how you deal with them decides whether they remain as scars or disappear as memories of battles won
that’s about it – completed the thought if that is what you can call this – does that make it a blot-ch on my writing and thinking ability – can’t believe that a minute is not up yet – must be a blotch in the timing mechanism used on this test or what ever it is
hahaha acne! spots of skin that appear unclear and unattractive. why am i defining the word “blotches”? i am supposed to write about it. theris probably so much more i could say about blotches. oh well. generally a teenage problem. not fun to have. i’ve had them before. i normally do, but they are usually not to obvious on me. thank God. but i use some skin products sometimes. Neutrogena cleanser or soap followed by water-based moisturizer. when it gets bad, i use some alcohol to extract the acne and impurities from my pores.
Blotches of ink sat on the page in front of me. My tear stained face hid in my palms. Nothing was the same, nothing. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t love. Nothing since you’ve left. Nothing. Just these silly blotches of ink that lay before me.
The bruises were in blotches across her skin almost making it look like she had a skin disease. No one question where they came from and if they did she wouldn’t answer. It’s not that she didn’t know but if she told on him it would ruin everything that was going for her mother an she couldn’t stop that. She couldn’t talk about how at night her step father would come into her room as her drunken mother would lay on the couch passed out. How when he was in her room he would crawl into her bed. How if she fought him he would hit her. He was rich and her mother wasn’t so why would she take that away from her. He did make her mom happy when she was awake and sober as rare as that was she wasn’t going to ruin the small grain of happiness her mother experienced for her own needs. That would be selfish and if there was one thing she wasn’t it was selfish.
i wake up in the morning go to the bathroom sink and lok at my face. It is covered in red spolotch blotches, i knew i shouldn’tof gone out last night with my friends but i couldnt help it it just looked so fun, how was i supposed to say no? I dab on some coverup, ok it just looks like a severe red- face-asitus and can totally face my parents.Not.
the blotches on the counter were too obvious to not clean off, but too cool looking to clean off.
they reminded me of those little amoebas on the kids show Aurthur.
I mean, who could love those little guys?
blotches remind me of when my best friend lost her virginity. we decided to betray our parents and go stay at his apartment. i fell asleep on the floor. her boyfriend woke her up and made her have sex with him. she woke up and had blotches of his semen all over her.
Everyone has blotches. Some physical, some emotional, some big, some small. The trick is finding your blotches and not swiping them over with a slab of slightly obvious paint, but finding the right shade of whatever it is you are missing and giving yourself a daily dose.
I feel anxiety run over me with these red blotches that appear they look like fire and feel the way the feathery grass looks in those photographs hanging above your bed frame as I lie awake at 4 am staring at the clock knowing that in a few hours you will wake up and place your feet on the carpet your aunt loves so much and pull your scrubs over your head and leave me for work where a million things will run through your head and i hope I am one of those things.
Have you ever had blotches on your face? Blotches can be caused by many different illnesses and diseases. Chicken Pox being one of the most common. Do you like Chicken Soup?
blotches of blood cover the tile,
blotches of tears form a puddle on the floor,
blotches of rain drops fall from the sky,
and blotches of something are inside my mind,
something i can not see through the fog,
some blotches are big and some blotches are small,
some are evil and some blotches are tall.
blotches are the things that ruin our day. You wake up ready for work. You iron your best shirt then just as you are putting it on your realize the in the middle of the back is a group of purple blotches.
a whole bunch of spots. on and animal. or on someone’s face. They’re red, kind of splotchy. But they’re not painful. Maybe like a sunburn that just didn’t cover all over. Or maybe paint?
Splatters were everywhere, like a murder scene gone wrong. She breathed in a sigh as her fingers skimmed over the handle of the broom. Her eyes roved around the walls, the sporadic blotches that filled an empty canvas. She sighed some more, utterly exhausted.
The shirt is stained with blotches of thrown butter cups at the awkward middle school lunch table. People laugh as it hits his shirt. He’s used to used to it. He tries to ignore and laugh it off, but it happens every day. And nobody cares.
There are blotches on a lot of things, clothes, people, souls, maps. But nowhere is the blotch more prevelant than in court. i don’t care what she says, your honor. She’s a fucking liar!
Honestly, I see this word and I think Pinky and the Brain. Ink blot tests or whatever the hell, that’s just the recurring thought that comes to mind. I hope tomorrow’s word is a little more jazzy, because blotches sounds as splotchy as it looks.
I like to shovel snow in the dark. I go out, it’s quiet, the snowflakes sparkle from the street light. I start to carve out a path. The shovel makes a scraping noise and it’s kind of a neat sound. The cold air gives me blotches.
Have no ideas what to write about when it comes to this word. When it comes to a lot of word on this website I can never come up with anything. Well that is all
sometimes i see ink blotches on paper and the way it expands, moves through limestonuous lines through the paper intrigues me. Its as if there is no rhyme or reason, but this is the way humans interpret at a glance that which can be explained with investigation and consideredness.
man…i did this already but ok we gonna geet we gotta split hay ho hoo like this is hat WE do and here in farmersville ny theres only one store heere they sell the beer my dad drinks aallllllll day long
They really have no redeeming qualities. In fact, I can’t think of a good connotation anyone can give to blotches – ink blotches, skin blotches. You gotta think ugly when you think blotches.
Of paint spilled across the floor Jackson Pollock style Are they beautiful or is it a happy accident or merely a coincidence There is a distinct lack of direction my like that of my life I don’t know where it’s going or what the meaning is behind this patternless pigment
The purple juice spilled in large blotches on the child’s shirt, to her mother’s dismay. The child immediately began to cry, large fat tears making even more blotches on the shirt. The mother hurriedly yanked it off of the child and rushed to put stain remover on the blotches. They immediately began to fade, thankfully. All was well.
Look, I’m trying to care. But I just find you so uninspiring. You’re weak. And you kind of relish being crushed. Look at how you get all blotchy, it’s like you can’t tell if you feel hot or cold. And I’m an evil genius. I need someone with more resolve. Look, it’s not you, it’s all me. I’m totally ‘evil genius shallow’, that is to say, I’m really just that difficult to put up with, I mean, I hate to break it to you. I’m the kind of challenge you wouldn’t even begin to know how to take on, not that I don’t want you to, but it’s just not in the cards for us. I need my space to do all that ‘evil plotting’ and stuff. I mean, I’m trying to take over the world here.
The fat rain drops fell onto her heavily, leaving blotches all over her clothing. She sighed, She was beginning to hate the rain. It was so oppressing, and it drug her down every day. She was tired.
blotches are raised or flat, bumpy or fat, red or not, seen or unseen but they tend to be the result of something we should have avoided and so are also something we wish to avoid. The evidence is there that we did something we should not have.
The red blotches on the white cloth drew her eyes automatically. Where did they come from? What were they? Was it juice? Or was it…blood? She was scared to know. After all curiosity killed the cat. They were crimson and shiny. Beautiful, in an odd way. She didn’t know why.
blotches on your face. old? young but not perfect? blotches everywhere. imperfection. fuck. no on can see me like this. blotches. red pink. brown. everywhere. i hope i wont experience this.
The blotches were everywhere. Itching red and making her skin ache. No matter how many dermatologists she went to none of them could identify what the blotches were caused by.
The ground is all blotchy from the snow. Also, your heart is all blotchy because you’re cold-hearted and i hate you.
A type of spot formed by liquid dropping on paper, clothes, or any type of absorbent material.
There are blotches on my face when I wash it too hard with some kind of abrasive soap, the kind of soap you use when you are really mad at yourself and feel like it is some how washing your actions away or absolving you of some moral dirtiness.
Blotches are our mistakes.
You know, those back-of-the-theater blow jobs.
Those broken promises.
The signs of a fight.
The dirt on our knees.
We all have them.
Man up and accept them.
sure blotches. I have had plenty over the course of my lifetime as i am freckeled . some of us seem to be blotches ourselves, in that blotches on the skin move and change so do we. Anywho, I know i’m blotchlike.
blotches form on the face, on paper, on your life – how you deal with them decides whether they remain as scars or disappear as memories of battles won
that’s about it – completed the thought if that is what you can call this – does that make it a blot-ch on my writing and thinking ability – can’t believe that a minute is not up yet – must be a blotch in the timing mechanism used on this test or what ever it is
hahaha acne! spots of skin that appear unclear and unattractive. why am i defining the word “blotches”? i am supposed to write about it. theris probably so much more i could say about blotches. oh well. generally a teenage problem. not fun to have. i’ve had them before. i normally do, but they are usually not to obvious on me. thank God. but i use some skin products sometimes. Neutrogena cleanser or soap followed by water-based moisturizer. when it gets bad, i use some alcohol to extract the acne and impurities from my pores.
the ink blotches reminded me of those days when it was too much! thanks God those days are over!
Blotches of ink sat on the page in front of me. My tear stained face hid in my palms. Nothing was the same, nothing. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t love. Nothing since you’ve left. Nothing. Just these silly blotches of ink that lay before me.
The bruises were in blotches across her skin almost making it look like she had a skin disease. No one question where they came from and if they did she wouldn’t answer. It’s not that she didn’t know but if she told on him it would ruin everything that was going for her mother an she couldn’t stop that. She couldn’t talk about how at night her step father would come into her room as her drunken mother would lay on the couch passed out. How when he was in her room he would crawl into her bed. How if she fought him he would hit her. He was rich and her mother wasn’t so why would she take that away from her. He did make her mom happy when she was awake and sober as rare as that was she wasn’t going to ruin the small grain of happiness her mother experienced for her own needs. That would be selfish and if there was one thing she wasn’t it was selfish.
i wake up in the morning go to the bathroom sink and lok at my face. It is covered in red spolotch blotches, i knew i shouldn’tof gone out last night with my friends but i couldnt help it it just looked so fun, how was i supposed to say no? I dab on some coverup, ok it just looks like a severe red- face-asitus and can totally face my parents.Not.
the blotches on the counter were too obvious to not clean off, but too cool looking to clean off.
they reminded me of those little amoebas on the kids show Aurthur.
I mean, who could love those little guys?
blotches remind me of when my best friend lost her virginity. we decided to betray our parents and go stay at his apartment. i fell asleep on the floor. her boyfriend woke her up and made her have sex with him. she woke up and had blotches of his semen all over her.
Everyone has blotches. Some physical, some emotional, some big, some small. The trick is finding your blotches and not swiping them over with a slab of slightly obvious paint, but finding the right shade of whatever it is you are missing and giving yourself a daily dose.
1blotches = Being Left On The Creation Holding Emancipated Sight
I feel anxiety run over me with these red blotches that appear they look like fire and feel the way the feathery grass looks in those photographs hanging above your bed frame as I lie awake at 4 am staring at the clock knowing that in a few hours you will wake up and place your feet on the carpet your aunt loves so much and pull your scrubs over your head and leave me for work where a million things will run through your head and i hope I am one of those things.
Have you ever had blotches on your face? Blotches can be caused by many different illnesses and diseases. Chicken Pox being one of the most common. Do you like Chicken Soup?
blotches of blood cover the tile,
blotches of tears form a puddle on the floor,
blotches of rain drops fall from the sky,
and blotches of something are inside my mind,
something i can not see through the fog,
some blotches are big and some blotches are small,
some are evil and some blotches are tall.
blotches are the things that ruin our day. You wake up ready for work. You iron your best shirt then just as you are putting it on your realize the in the middle of the back is a group of purple blotches.
a whole bunch of spots. on and animal. or on someone’s face. They’re red, kind of splotchy. But they’re not painful. Maybe like a sunburn that just didn’t cover all over. Or maybe paint?
Splatters were everywhere, like a murder scene gone wrong. She breathed in a sigh as her fingers skimmed over the handle of the broom. Her eyes roved around the walls, the sporadic blotches that filled an empty canvas. She sighed some more, utterly exhausted.
The shirt is stained with blotches of thrown butter cups at the awkward middle school lunch table. People laugh as it hits his shirt. He’s used to used to it. He tries to ignore and laugh it off, but it happens every day. And nobody cares.
There are blotches on a lot of things, clothes, people, souls, maps. But nowhere is the blotch more prevelant than in court. i don’t care what she says, your honor. She’s a fucking liar!
Honestly, I see this word and I think Pinky and the Brain. Ink blot tests or whatever the hell, that’s just the recurring thought that comes to mind. I hope tomorrow’s word is a little more jazzy, because blotches sounds as splotchy as it looks.
Blotches represent imperfection in our Stay Young Forever society.
But to me, they’re a representation of what one has been through. Experiences people have had. Knowledge people have gained. Love someone has felt.
Blotches are beautiful.
I like to shovel snow in the dark. I go out, it’s quiet, the snowflakes sparkle from the street light. I start to carve out a path. The shovel makes a scraping noise and it’s kind of a neat sound. The cold air gives me blotches.
Have no ideas what to write about when it comes to this word. When it comes to a lot of word on this website I can never come up with anything. Well that is all
sometimes i see ink blotches on paper and the way it expands, moves through limestonuous lines through the paper intrigues me. Its as if there is no rhyme or reason, but this is the way humans interpret at a glance that which can be explained with investigation and consideredness.
man…i did this already but ok we gonna geet we gotta split hay ho hoo like this is hat WE do and here in farmersville ny theres only one store heere they sell the beer my dad drinks aallllllll day long
They really have no redeeming qualities. In fact, I can’t think of a good connotation anyone can give to blotches – ink blotches, skin blotches. You gotta think ugly when you think blotches.
Of paint spilled across the floor Jackson Pollock style Are they beautiful or is it a happy accident or merely a coincidence There is a distinct lack of direction my like that of my life I don’t know where it’s going or what the meaning is behind this patternless pigment
The purple juice spilled in large blotches on the child’s shirt, to her mother’s dismay. The child immediately began to cry, large fat tears making even more blotches on the shirt. The mother hurriedly yanked it off of the child and rushed to put stain remover on the blotches. They immediately began to fade, thankfully. All was well.
Look, I’m trying to care. But I just find you so uninspiring. You’re weak. And you kind of relish being crushed. Look at how you get all blotchy, it’s like you can’t tell if you feel hot or cold. And I’m an evil genius. I need someone with more resolve. Look, it’s not you, it’s all me. I’m totally ‘evil genius shallow’, that is to say, I’m really just that difficult to put up with, I mean, I hate to break it to you. I’m the kind of challenge you wouldn’t even begin to know how to take on, not that I don’t want you to, but it’s just not in the cards for us. I need my space to do all that ‘evil plotting’ and stuff. I mean, I’m trying to take over the world here.
blotches of grass
blotches on your face look gross
the blotches of mud are distracting
blotch the stain out
The fat rain drops fell onto her heavily, leaving blotches all over her clothing. She sighed, She was beginning to hate the rain. It was so oppressing, and it drug her down every day. She was tired.
blotches are raised or flat, bumpy or fat, red or not, seen or unseen but they tend to be the result of something we should have avoided and so are also something we wish to avoid. The evidence is there that we did something we should not have.
The red blotches on the white cloth drew her eyes automatically. Where did they come from? What were they? Was it juice? Or was it…blood? She was scared to know. After all curiosity killed the cat. They were crimson and shiny. Beautiful, in an odd way. She didn’t know why.
blotches on your face. old? young but not perfect? blotches everywhere. imperfection. fuck. no on can see me like this. blotches. red pink. brown. everywhere. i hope i wont experience this.
As i walked into the vacant room, i saw the blotches of blood on the walls.
The blotches were everywhere. Itching red and making her skin ache. No matter how many dermatologists she went to none of them could identify what the blotches were caused by.