My hands look like they’ve been worked in a stale
Environment for decades
Like the walls of the workhouse caved inward
And my knuckles alone had to brace the fall.
ellie griffith
It was the drynesss of my lips that woke me up. I was dehydrated and I couldn’t figure out what would cause the moisture to abandon my body.
My heart is chapped; a bit sore and cracked through and through. Somedays I worry that it’s beyond repair. I hope that someone will come along and fix it with love. Because that’s one thing I am not familiar with.
laughalot
My lips were chapped after I got a very bad sunburn. I used chapstick to make it better:) I did not enjoy it at all! when your lips or something is dry.
Henry tossed the rough rope over his head with unconscious ease, an act he’d performed countless times. He wrangled expertly the last calf, and turned to bring it to the corral. He was ready for home, too. All day riding in the hot sun – damn if his ass wasn’t chapped!
liza
My ass is chapped, my legs are chapped, my lips are chapped. The wind chapped my face and knotted my hair. I spent the day riding on the plains trying very hard to forget that the reason my lips were chapped in the first place is because you kissed me that damn hard.
Melissa
I got chapped already yesterday. I will try again later.
I looked up at the spinning fan, feeling the cool air blowing down on me. At first it was refreshing. Crisp and cool, in this hot barren room. Now it was torture. Slowly, but surely my lips were becoming chapped. Fissures jumping up and down the once juicy cleft of my lip. Once an oasis, now a barren desert.
Mike Thompson
An einem der Dächer klapperte eine Dachrinne. Der Boden war bereits komplett durchgeweicht, es bildeten sich immer größere Pfützen. Amelie zog ihre klatschnassen Strümpfe von den Füßen und hängte sie über den Stuhl. Dann bemerkte sie, dass durch ein Leck im Dach stetige Tropfen direkt in ihr Bett fielen.
As the snow fell around us, my lips chapped and I looked down to my scuffed, snow laden boots. He tipped my head up and our lips met, softly, the heat warming us from within.
Brittany
I stared vigorously at her chapped lips. Her eyes had gone hollow in her eye sockets with dark rings around them. There was a fresh red scar on the right side of her cheek.
She said it was the cold, the waiting world
spinning the air to freeze
She said it was the journey, over mountains
and terrain that tested
She said it was the wait
time, and its partner entropy,
chiseling away at her chapped, forgotten lips
i need my chapstick because, as of right now, i can feel the skin peeling off of my lips and flaking off into my hands. its gross and eventually, they start to bleed. where the hell is my chapstick? seriously because this is getting old really fast.
Elita
Lips in the winter without chap-stick. They feel dry to the touch and crack. Blood trickles down your lips and onto your pillow in the middle of the night.
Samantha L
My lips are chapped and dry from living in a cold climate for too long. Flayed from heartache. And too much licking of wounds.
Parched. A fella. May a new verb like some offshoot of, “He’s a jolly chap” becoming, “Damn. He got chapped”. Ah the fluctuations of you, Language! Do you know how much I adore you?
The lips were chapped, they have no resolution of this problem. people see it as minor problem and see no point in stopping to help until they need the help themselves!
David Earl
Chapped lips burned with an icy chill when the wind came. Painful, ugly, yet fulfilling some sort of itch you yourself created. It was an odd metaphor in your own life, looking for the chapstick you kept buying and kept losing, yet when the feeling was gone you forgot you missed it.
Mary Jac
Chapped lips burned with with an icy chill, daring you to move and feel the rough, tingling sensation. Painful, and yet fulfilling some sort of itch that you yourself created.
Mary Jac
Chapped was his confidence now. After such unseemly, fruitless attempts, (and none were conceivable, that were more mortifying than his last), he would not allow his impulses their speech. She, the sleekest, most streamline babe in the desert, simply would not relent again. He was sure he could see it in her brow, whenever he scuttled amid her. A meerkat like him would never procreate with a meerkat like her. Never
Jogn
I smack my lips together and attempt to remove the dry yet sticky feeling from their surface. My friend, Isabelle looks over at me from across the classroom with disgust. She gives me a purposeful stare and motions with her hands for me to stop. I turn to my side and notice that Lyle is looking at me.
lips
taste
chapstick
skiing
slopes
teeth
funny
stuck
females
broken
He still spoke very well of Dr. Jones after the death of his dog. No one ever expected that a dog could die from infected chapped lips.
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Sometimes i get chapped lips… when some people get chapped lips they get cold sores or fever blisters.
chapped is when someones lips are flacked off. Mine never crack or chap.
this word means like that yore lips are chapped
My hands look like they’ve been worked in a stale
Environment for decades
Like the walls of the workhouse caved inward
And my knuckles alone had to brace the fall.
It was the drynesss of my lips that woke me up. I was dehydrated and I couldn’t figure out what would cause the moisture to abandon my body.
My heart is chapped; a bit sore and cracked through and through. Somedays I worry that it’s beyond repair. I hope that someone will come along and fix it with love. Because that’s one thing I am not familiar with.
My lips were chapped after I got a very bad sunburn. I used chapstick to make it better:) I did not enjoy it at all! when your lips or something is dry.
When your lips are to dry.
When your lips are chapped you use chap stick. Nobody likes chapped lips.
My lips are very chapped due to a couple of cold soars.
my monkey owns the chapped monkey because he gets chapped all the time.
chapped lips and kisses
forgotten, buried in the
snow. her dying wishes.
Henry tossed the rough rope over his head with unconscious ease, an act he’d performed countless times. He wrangled expertly the last calf, and turned to bring it to the corral. He was ready for home, too. All day riding in the hot sun – damn if his ass wasn’t chapped!
My ass is chapped, my legs are chapped, my lips are chapped. The wind chapped my face and knotted my hair. I spent the day riding on the plains trying very hard to forget that the reason my lips were chapped in the first place is because you kissed me that damn hard.
I got chapped already yesterday. I will try again later.
My lips are chapped.
Chapped lips occur from either being kissed too much or too little
I looked up at the spinning fan, feeling the cool air blowing down on me. At first it was refreshing. Crisp and cool, in this hot barren room. Now it was torture. Slowly, but surely my lips were becoming chapped. Fissures jumping up and down the once juicy cleft of my lip. Once an oasis, now a barren desert.
An einem der Dächer klapperte eine Dachrinne. Der Boden war bereits komplett durchgeweicht, es bildeten sich immer größere Pfützen. Amelie zog ihre klatschnassen Strümpfe von den Füßen und hängte sie über den Stuhl. Dann bemerkte sie, dass durch ein Leck im Dach stetige Tropfen direkt in ihr Bett fielen.
As the snow fell around us, my lips chapped and I looked down to my scuffed, snow laden boots. He tipped my head up and our lips met, softly, the heat warming us from within.
I stared vigorously at her chapped lips. Her eyes had gone hollow in her eye sockets with dark rings around them. There was a fresh red scar on the right side of her cheek.
“You need help.”
She said it was the cold, the waiting world
spinning the air to freeze
She said it was the journey, over mountains
and terrain that tested
She said it was the wait
time, and its partner entropy,
chiseling away at her chapped, forgotten lips
i need my chapstick because, as of right now, i can feel the skin peeling off of my lips and flaking off into my hands. its gross and eventually, they start to bleed. where the hell is my chapstick? seriously because this is getting old really fast.
Lips in the winter without chap-stick. They feel dry to the touch and crack. Blood trickles down your lips and onto your pillow in the middle of the night.
My lips are chapped and dry from living in a cold climate for too long. Flayed from heartache. And too much licking of wounds.
Chapped lips, dry flaky skin. pink and white, afraid to kiss, water evaporation. I need some chapstick, BADLY. Cold weather, calluses, chaff….
Parched. A fella. May a new verb like some offshoot of, “He’s a jolly chap” becoming, “Damn. He got chapped”. Ah the fluctuations of you, Language! Do you know how much I adore you?
The lips were chapped, they have no resolution of this problem. people see it as minor problem and see no point in stopping to help until they need the help themselves!
Chapped lips burned with an icy chill when the wind came. Painful, ugly, yet fulfilling some sort of itch you yourself created. It was an odd metaphor in your own life, looking for the chapstick you kept buying and kept losing, yet when the feeling was gone you forgot you missed it.
Chapped lips burned with with an icy chill, daring you to move and feel the rough, tingling sensation. Painful, and yet fulfilling some sort of itch that you yourself created.
Chapped was his confidence now. After such unseemly, fruitless attempts, (and none were conceivable, that were more mortifying than his last), he would not allow his impulses their speech. She, the sleekest, most streamline babe in the desert, simply would not relent again. He was sure he could see it in her brow, whenever he scuttled amid her. A meerkat like him would never procreate with a meerkat like her. Never
I smack my lips together and attempt to remove the dry yet sticky feeling from their surface. My friend, Isabelle looks over at me from across the classroom with disgust. She gives me a purposeful stare and motions with her hands for me to stop. I turn to my side and notice that Lyle is looking at me.