Forty lashes. That’s how many was allowed per offense. If he looked with a magnifying glass, though, he could find over a thousand more, an infinite number of tiny scars on her heart. He wondered if anyone else had looked.
Kind of reminds me of the word ashes, and then I think about ashes to ashes dust to dust. But on the other hand lashes, eye lashes makes me think about make up and how I can never bother to wear any. I just think it’s pointless, I don’t need it and nobody really cares if I wear it or not.
I need makeup to cover up my lashes. i don’t like them, and yet i make them stand out even more with the black gunk i cake on them. i don’t understand women.
IT SAT ON MY FINGER TIP, LIKE A GHOSTLY PROMISE, AND WHEN WE PRESSED OUR FINGERS TOGETHER, IT DISAPPEARED IN FRONT OF OUR EYES. I DIDN’T GET MY WISH, BUT NEITHER DID HE.
I have pretty lashes. Lashes are cool, they’re long. They don’t smell when you smear peanut butter and jelly on them. Eye lashes. Potatoes don’t have eye lashes. She has pretty eye lashes. Don’t lash me bro! Whoa!
Forty lashes. That’s how many was allowed per offense. If he looked with a magnifying glass, though, he could find over a thousand more, an infinite number of tiny scars on her heart. He wondered if anyone else had looked.
By Dana W URL on 05.08.2010
Kind of reminds me of the word ashes, and then I think about ashes to ashes dust to dust. But on the other hand lashes, eye lashes makes me think about make up and how I can never bother to wear any. I just think it’s pointless, I don’t need it and nobody really cares if I wear it or not.
By Heyhihello on 05.08.2010
I erased it all because it was crap.
Disappointed.
By Amanda Irons URL on 05.08.2010
batting silently, like bird wings, and in a flash of time the whole world can dissolve into the tepid cool of darkness,
By sarah on 05.08.2010
I need makeup to cover up my lashes. i don’t like them, and yet i make them stand out even more with the black gunk i cake on them. i don’t understand women.
By KrystleLove URL on 05.08.2010
IT SAT ON MY FINGER TIP, LIKE A GHOSTLY PROMISE, AND WHEN WE PRESSED OUR FINGERS TOGETHER, IT DISAPPEARED IN FRONT OF OUR EYES. I DIDN’T GET MY WISH, BUT NEITHER DID HE.
By jupiter URL on 05.08.2010
I have pretty lashes. Lashes are cool, they’re long. They don’t smell when you smear peanut butter and jelly on them. Eye lashes. Potatoes don’t have eye lashes. She has pretty eye lashes. Don’t lash me bro! Whoa!
By Mustapha on 05.08.2010
Her dark lashes grazed my skin. I could feel her breath shending shivers up my spine now. I pulled her closer, closer until we were one.
By Dizzy Phantasm on 05.08.2010