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hanan
una hermosa neblina enla añana, pesada, fria, pero preciosa, alrededor, te hacen sentir vivo, miras alrededor…. y calma.
Marce.
Humidity messes up my curly locks. I spend hours straightening just to walk outside and POOF! Humidity is a jewish girls worse nightmare. I do like humid rain though, it feels nice, as long as I don’t straighten my hair prior to going out in it…
Lucy Abrams
This summer was the most humid I have ever felt. In my practical cookign class, I had to make a hot dish on the stove top. It was the worst day of my life. Until I went swimming during sunset in the ocean. Then it was the best. I love Summer.
Hannah
Sometimes my girlfriend says she is humid. I know she means that she feels sweaty, but she grew up in Germany so the things she says don’t exactly compare to how we would have grown up saying them. I do love her though in so many ways… this is just another one of them.
David
nostalgia and ennui feel consumingly humid, a grey feeling that stems not from roots but from sunkin clouds that seek the crystalline peaks of snowy mountains. Humid is the cigarrette smoke sleeping in the ashtray. Humid is the paddle wheel of days. Humid is the long grey hair on my shower floor.
I had to play a basketball game today. On top of not feeling well (food poisoning?) it was really humid. We lost the game.
Jenna
The humidity is killing me. I’m sweating like a man, and it feels a good fifteen degrees hotter than it really is. The swamp cooler doesn’t do shit in weather like this. And these fans are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
Tomato
Humidity is where I live. It’s a little city called St. Louis and it knows humidity better than you do. Sticky mornings and nights? St. Louis has got them. It’s pretty much the definition of miserable.
Tiffany
I hate humidity. The humidity in Texas is insufferable. I just moved from Texas to Arizona. I’d take Texas humidity forever over living here for several months. It sucks, the people are dicks, and there is nothing to do. I just want to go back…
Jorge
st. louis in the city summers, sticking to hands and backs, a pup nibbles on my toes and calves, and i brush her away as i brush droplets off my nose. more constellations are showing up on my face and my arms the longer i stay out – out of touch – out of living in community – communing with ghosts and fog and crickets at night.
Katie
The humidity hits my hair, and immediately turns to curls. The curls go on and on such as the path of life. Humid, hot, sweat drips off my face. The harder i work the hotter it seems.
Kelsey
It’s humid outside. I’ll start sweating like a bitch and be uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll just stay inside. No weather can get to you when you’re behind brick walls. You can watch it from a window, and be perfectly content. Which is why, I spent the whole day outside with a sweater and long pants.
Cheyenne
It’s humid here- the air sticks to you and clings, making you feel muggy. I remember, one year, my family and I visited Arizona- I loved how dry it was. It was hot, but not horrible- I enjoyed not feeling sticky.
Kristin
wet soggy bad days I hate being out on hot humid days. The worst days to have a heavy backpack on or to be out hiking in heavy gear. Makes me feel languid.
Tim
New England summers. I sit on the beach every day for work; I can’t move, I can’t think. It’s as though I’m being smothered in a burning room by a hot blanket. Humidity is hell on earth.
Brigitte
today and everyday for the past week and a half. gross.
j
it was moist, but not in that dirty way, more in a wet way, no that still sounds dirty too, I guess its was just damp. there, that’s better.
Rudy
Sometimes it’s humid out. I see sweaty old men wearing wife beaters that stick to their large, harry man-boobs and I want to vomit but don’t. I don’t understand the meaning of wife beaters. Do men put on wife beaters to specifically beat their wives? Can you only beat your wife if you are wearing a wife beater? This really has nothing to do with humidity. Woops.
Leigh
hot like unearly clouds in the atmosphere just hotness spread sticky feelings summer in the east coast, D.C area jajaj uhhh HUMID…………………………………………………………………….
sdada
One time I was outside walking my dog and it was humid. I nearly collapsed and would have died had it not been for my magical water bottle that I usually keep with me but had forgotten. Luckily my water bottle is magical, obviously, and appeared next to me out of thin air. I took a swig of lukeish warm water and gulped. All was fine. I lived.
amanda
new orleans summer time when you wake up and you’re in bed sweating with either kate or someone else. and then you get up to use the bathroom one way or another and it’s 85 degrees inside and more outside and the you sweat on your forehead when you bend over and glug glug vom. feel better.
claire
today wasn’t really, it was actually pretty nice out, which is rare for a new england summer day in the eighties. I really enjoyed the lack of humidity.
Rhiannon
damp, hot weather that’s unpleasant to breathe in. possibly tropical temperatures, forests. the equator, lots of lush, green plant life. bright colors of green of the plants. rain forests in general.
Angela
The air is humid and it is making little hairs stick to the back of my neck. Whenever it feels like ths I feel like I’ve been hit by a brick. But I can’t complain today. Today is the first day in a long time that I feel completely happy. Today I get to see you.
Amanda
Humid. That’s exactly how summer should be. But we didn’t have much of a summer this year. June got rained out. July passed in a blur of days, as well. The weather last month wasn’t as humid as it could have been either. I blame global warming.
Abby
after a huge rainstom and wen i step outside to take in the fresh new air there is always some moisture left in the air. the humidity always makes my hair poof out like a poodle. i hate it
Maria
it’s the way the weather feels after a good long rain on a very hot day and it’s like damn!!! it’s humid out here and who likes humidity??? It screws up your hair and have you looking like you just got out the shower.Shyt times up!
Denise
humid is the water on the glass of a window on a rainy day. You press your forehead against this window and have it slide down slowly watching the clear marks where your forehead drags away all the condensation of the window. Wait! that’s the wrong word isnt it? shit what do i do now?
Blaze
It was a humid day outside. Rain pattered on the windowsill drowning out the sound of the Tv turned on in the back room.
Sarah
lazy days of summertime.
Sasha
wet air shouldn’t be a part of life. I would much rather drink my water than inhale it. One of the most humid places I’ve been I felt like I was choking on the air. Dry air is easier to breathe.
Rachel
it is humid in your heart when you feel the breath leave your body. For some reason the love that surrounded you only moments earlier has left nothing but a damp dark place. When taken in small doses this humidity is bearable, but now its not.
Sam
It’s hot, but it’s cool in
secret places where-
water is afraid to be water and
women are against the sun in
theory.
Ericka Aguilar
sweaty, the water drips down from their chin. they walk out onto the plain, the sun high overhead, but such beauty will not last, for an asteroid is coming. goodbye,
ben sassy
a long old road on a hazy night full of marijuana, lsd, and mushrooms. a beautiful scene to the few who experienced it through new eyes. they looked at the pale colors of the road vividly juxtaposed to the brightness of the air.
Matthew
It was a hot, humid day. Things moved, but they did so sticky, slow and sweet, like molasses. Flies buzzed busily, and I was convinced that I wouldn’t need to drink anything, just open my mouth and let the moisture in.
chimwemwe
Oh yes, it’s humid in FL in the summertime. In the garage, it’s overwhelming as I do the laundry. Even with the fan blowing on me, I’m melting. Go outside for a bit, I think, maybe it’s better out there. But no, I was wrong, so I run back into the A/C with a sigh of relief
StarR*
the air was thick with sweat. why did everyone leave me to go vacationing this week, when everything was gross and hot, sickening. no one left when the temperature was cool and there was nothing to do
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una hermosa neblina enla añana, pesada, fria, pero preciosa, alrededor, te hacen sentir vivo, miras alrededor…. y calma.
Humidity messes up my curly locks. I spend hours straightening just to walk outside and POOF! Humidity is a jewish girls worse nightmare. I do like humid rain though, it feels nice, as long as I don’t straighten my hair prior to going out in it…
This summer was the most humid I have ever felt. In my practical cookign class, I had to make a hot dish on the stove top. It was the worst day of my life. Until I went swimming during sunset in the ocean. Then it was the best. I love Summer.
Sometimes my girlfriend says she is humid. I know she means that she feels sweaty, but she grew up in Germany so the things she says don’t exactly compare to how we would have grown up saying them. I do love her though in so many ways… this is just another one of them.
nostalgia and ennui feel consumingly humid, a grey feeling that stems not from roots but from sunkin clouds that seek the crystalline peaks of snowy mountains. Humid is the cigarrette smoke sleeping in the ashtray. Humid is the paddle wheel of days. Humid is the long grey hair on my shower floor.
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I had to play a basketball game today. On top of not feeling well (food poisoning?) it was really humid. We lost the game.
The humidity is killing me. I’m sweating like a man, and it feels a good fifteen degrees hotter than it really is. The swamp cooler doesn’t do shit in weather like this. And these fans are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
Humidity is where I live. It’s a little city called St. Louis and it knows humidity better than you do. Sticky mornings and nights? St. Louis has got them. It’s pretty much the definition of miserable.
I hate humidity. The humidity in Texas is insufferable. I just moved from Texas to Arizona. I’d take Texas humidity forever over living here for several months. It sucks, the people are dicks, and there is nothing to do. I just want to go back…
st. louis in the city summers, sticking to hands and backs, a pup nibbles on my toes and calves, and i brush her away as i brush droplets off my nose. more constellations are showing up on my face and my arms the longer i stay out – out of touch – out of living in community – communing with ghosts and fog and crickets at night.
The humidity hits my hair, and immediately turns to curls. The curls go on and on such as the path of life. Humid, hot, sweat drips off my face. The harder i work the hotter it seems.
It’s humid outside. I’ll start sweating like a bitch and be uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll just stay inside. No weather can get to you when you’re behind brick walls. You can watch it from a window, and be perfectly content. Which is why, I spent the whole day outside with a sweater and long pants.
It’s humid here- the air sticks to you and clings, making you feel muggy. I remember, one year, my family and I visited Arizona- I loved how dry it was. It was hot, but not horrible- I enjoyed not feeling sticky.
wet soggy bad days I hate being out on hot humid days. The worst days to have a heavy backpack on or to be out hiking in heavy gear. Makes me feel languid.
New England summers. I sit on the beach every day for work; I can’t move, I can’t think. It’s as though I’m being smothered in a burning room by a hot blanket. Humidity is hell on earth.
today and everyday for the past week and a half. gross.
it was moist, but not in that dirty way, more in a wet way, no that still sounds dirty too, I guess its was just damp. there, that’s better.
Sometimes it’s humid out. I see sweaty old men wearing wife beaters that stick to their large, harry man-boobs and I want to vomit but don’t. I don’t understand the meaning of wife beaters. Do men put on wife beaters to specifically beat their wives? Can you only beat your wife if you are wearing a wife beater? This really has nothing to do with humidity. Woops.
hot like unearly clouds in the atmosphere just hotness spread sticky feelings summer in the east coast, D.C area jajaj uhhh HUMID…………………………………………………………………….
One time I was outside walking my dog and it was humid. I nearly collapsed and would have died had it not been for my magical water bottle that I usually keep with me but had forgotten. Luckily my water bottle is magical, obviously, and appeared next to me out of thin air. I took a swig of lukeish warm water and gulped. All was fine. I lived.
new orleans summer time when you wake up and you’re in bed sweating with either kate or someone else. and then you get up to use the bathroom one way or another and it’s 85 degrees inside and more outside and the you sweat on your forehead when you bend over and glug glug vom. feel better.
today wasn’t really, it was actually pretty nice out, which is rare for a new england summer day in the eighties. I really enjoyed the lack of humidity.
damp, hot weather that’s unpleasant to breathe in. possibly tropical temperatures, forests. the equator, lots of lush, green plant life. bright colors of green of the plants. rain forests in general.
The air is humid and it is making little hairs stick to the back of my neck. Whenever it feels like ths I feel like I’ve been hit by a brick. But I can’t complain today. Today is the first day in a long time that I feel completely happy. Today I get to see you.
Humid. That’s exactly how summer should be. But we didn’t have much of a summer this year. June got rained out. July passed in a blur of days, as well. The weather last month wasn’t as humid as it could have been either. I blame global warming.
after a huge rainstom and wen i step outside to take in the fresh new air there is always some moisture left in the air. the humidity always makes my hair poof out like a poodle. i hate it
it’s the way the weather feels after a good long rain on a very hot day and it’s like damn!!! it’s humid out here and who likes humidity??? It screws up your hair and have you looking like you just got out the shower.Shyt times up!
humid is the water on the glass of a window on a rainy day. You press your forehead against this window and have it slide down slowly watching the clear marks where your forehead drags away all the condensation of the window. Wait! that’s the wrong word isnt it? shit what do i do now?
It was a humid day outside. Rain pattered on the windowsill drowning out the sound of the Tv turned on in the back room.
lazy days of summertime.
wet air shouldn’t be a part of life. I would much rather drink my water than inhale it. One of the most humid places I’ve been I felt like I was choking on the air. Dry air is easier to breathe.
it is humid in your heart when you feel the breath leave your body. For some reason the love that surrounded you only moments earlier has left nothing but a damp dark place. When taken in small doses this humidity is bearable, but now its not.
It’s hot, but it’s cool in
secret places where-
water is afraid to be water and
women are against the sun in
theory.
sweaty, the water drips down from their chin. they walk out onto the plain, the sun high overhead, but such beauty will not last, for an asteroid is coming. goodbye,
a long old road on a hazy night full of marijuana, lsd, and mushrooms. a beautiful scene to the few who experienced it through new eyes. they looked at the pale colors of the road vividly juxtaposed to the brightness of the air.
It was a hot, humid day. Things moved, but they did so sticky, slow and sweet, like molasses. Flies buzzed busily, and I was convinced that I wouldn’t need to drink anything, just open my mouth and let the moisture in.
Oh yes, it’s humid in FL in the summertime. In the garage, it’s overwhelming as I do the laundry. Even with the fan blowing on me, I’m melting. Go outside for a bit, I think, maybe it’s better out there. But no, I was wrong, so I run back into the A/C with a sigh of relief
the air was thick with sweat. why did everyone leave me to go vacationing this week, when everything was gross and hot, sickening. no one left when the temperature was cool and there was nothing to do