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.
Dizzy Phantasm
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!
Mustapha
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 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.
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.
Heyhihello
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.
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.
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!
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 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.
batting silently, like bird wings, and in a flash of time the whole world can dissolve into the tepid cool of darkness,
I erased it all because it was crap.
Disappointed.
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.
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.