its like salt in my wounds. ohh baby. haha this song. talked about whores and girls who just kept hurting guys. I see them everywhere now a days… does that include me? i wonder. will he ever forgive me. can i forgive myself…
salt. apparently is
salt, one of the essences you need to survive. not too much, for too much salt can kill you. take it modestly. anything essential to life should be taken modestly.
kaorita
of the earth, revigorating with honey when I am weak, NaCl is but one- it is the outcome of opposites acid and bases
Is a thing that goes with pepper. I hear it kills snails and stuff. It also makes people fat and is on french fries and some people put it on potatoes I think. That’s a bit weird. That’s also a movie with Angelina Jolie. There’s salt in the ocean and it makes my skin clear and clean. Sodium something
Steph
You are the salt of the earth. You create the taste of what makes the universe sparkle and bounce. You are the salt of the earth.
david
my mouth stung with tense pain around
the unfamiliar tones of unfound words. your tears were
sweet in my stomach. i wanted
more.
What am I trying to accomplish? That’s about the dumbest question I ever heard. Anyone worth their salt would know exactly what it is I’m trying to do…Get back Home!
Well, Jensen, we all know that you can never, really, ever go home again.
Salt in my nose
changed my life.
neti.
Salt in the shower, neti
now no allergies, no sinus infections, no headaches.
NO Asthma.
Salt in my nose
changed my life.
neti.
Salt, like the ocean, purifies us
Payten hated the whole salt thing when it came to mundanes and witchcraft. Sometimes? Salt was just salt. As it turns out? Salt is AWESOME when it comes to cooking. Good for you, not so much. Really really freakin’ tastey? totally.
Parden me for buying it in bulk when it’s on sale. I may
Rebecca
She tastes like salt on my lips.
Bitter.
The taste on my tongue is bitter.
My actions-bitter.
My words-bitter.
For her I was honey, so sweet. And then she ruined it with lying eyes and a cheating tongue.
I scrunched up my face as I examined the additive salt. It’s quite a facinating object, containing two deadly poisons to end up making this stuff that people add regularly.
Sodium (Na) plus Clorine (Cl) = table salt.
This was too much. This was the extra salt in the wound.
She had left him suddenly. Now his best friend- it had been a while but he had been his best friend once- was dating his high school sweetheart, her.
Why had she left? Was this why? How long had this been going on? Had it happened when they were together?
It was too much. Far too much.
I love the ocean. I used to live in Bellingham where I could drive less than five minutes and see beautiful ocean waters. There’s something about the oceans that calms me. Now when we drive to the ocean, I take one look at it and immediately feel like I’m at home.
Jodi
He looked out over the horizon, the sand squishing between his toes as he moved closer to the crashing waves. Stopping just short of the water, he squinted against the setting sun, and allowed the scent of the ocean to waft over him, intoxicating him and assuring him he was finally home.
Saltiness. You know how your tongue feels when you have had a ton of salt? It feels kinda dead. And dry and tastes funny. That happens when you eat a bucket full of salty sunflower seeds.
What’s with throwing salt over the shoulder to get rid of the devil/demons? Wasn’t salt a luxury way back when? Was the idea to scare them off or get it in their eyes? Or, given salt’s scarcity, was it more like throwing a bunch of money in the air and having the demons all scatter trying to gather it up?
Noisy Quiet
‘Don’t tip over the salt! It’s bad luck!’ Bad luck? To spill condiments? What is that about? Salt is a mineral, a crystal. When and how did it have anything to do with black magic and luck? Such is also the demise of mutated clovers and reflected water after rain and severed rabbit feet. How did we end up going about connecting these things to myth?
Certainly, it baffles the mind.
Salt brings out the taste in other foods. Poor salt, it’s job is to just make other foods better and to keep them from rotting. But it doesn’t get to be appreciated for salt on its own. It’s use is only measured by what it adds to other foods.
J
Grains of salt were strewn across my chest and you were screaming, calling after me. The noise was deafening, pounding through my eardrums. I could no longer see. My body was weightless but the sand prickled across my fingertips. Our love was no longer real because we did not exist. Death was our easiest break up.
She licked the salty taste of his kiss from her lips and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I just saw someone I need to talk to…” The Chinese lanterns shook as she sped off in the opposite direction, looking for something to wash the taste from her mouth. Whiskey would do.
Erica
They say if you throw salt over your shoulder, you will have good luck. I never tried it, but I am willing to start;) Anything will be an improvement.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Salt water in the ocean is always so surprising to me. Standing at the shoreline, not letting the waves push us down, and a little bit splashes up into my mouth. It’s salty!
the salty taste of the water was enough to make me gag, burning my eyes as I struggled to reach the surface. My arms flailed to the point where they grew tired against the cold lashing waves, and I could feel myself tumbling farther and farther down into the black abyss that would become my grave.
Lauren Flores-Walton
I knocked over the salt on my way to the pepper shaker. As I stood to pick it up, a voice interrupted me. “May I have this dance?” I turned to see Jude, and I smiled. “Of course,” I said. We danced slowly, and he held me closely. It was the most comforting thing in the world. I had someone to hold me when I was down, and I could still be independent. That’s what best friends were for.
She walked down the beach, listening to the gentle crash of the waves, feeling the salty air entwine itself around her hair…her hair..salty, always salty. She was used to it’s crunchy feel and she liked the way it made her look rugged, alive!
Jessica G
“to be taken with a grain of salt?” she did not understand that it was a question. i wanted it’s meaning and i did not realize the irony of the optional word search on which i had scrolled my little note. i miss you Mrs. Musgrove.
flavor in drabness. but painful in fresh sores. however, i know that it is healing – but that doesn’t change my frustration over not having a word that would give me the chance to rant about it. because, despite that property, it wont diminish any scars and it wont keep from making more. it is no escape.
Those salt licks that my bunny won’t eat. Why doesn’t the bunny like salt licks? I mean, I like salt licks! Salt is tasty, I would eat it all the time if it didn’t require hydration along with it’s consumption. Ocean water is also quite delicious.
its like salt in my wounds. ohh baby. haha this song. talked about whores and girls who just kept hurting guys. I see them everywhere now a days… does that include me? i wonder. will he ever forgive me. can i forgive myself…
salt. apparently is
“Talent is about as cheap as table salt. The difference between the person with talent and the successful one is hard work.” Stephen King
Good advice.
But then again…
“Take all advice with a grain of salt.”
My mother.
salt. salt on the wound of an open heart
i try to say the right things, try to keep you engaged
but get no response back, at least nothing i can read.
What do ornery teens do at local pizza shops all over America after Friday night football games after they eat their french fries?
salt, one of the essences you need to survive. not too much, for too much salt can kill you. take it modestly. anything essential to life should be taken modestly.
of the earth, revigorating with honey when I am weak, NaCl is but one- it is the outcome of opposites acid and bases
Is a thing that goes with pepper. I hear it kills snails and stuff. It also makes people fat and is on french fries and some people put it on potatoes I think. That’s a bit weird. That’s also a movie with Angelina Jolie. There’s salt in the ocean and it makes my skin clear and clean. Sodium something
You are the salt of the earth. You create the taste of what makes the universe sparkle and bounce. You are the salt of the earth.
my mouth stung with tense pain around
the unfamiliar tones of unfound words. your tears were
sweet in my stomach. i wanted
more.
Salt and spray and love.
The beach is calling your name, whispers left on rolling winds and crashing tides, messages in bottles and sand between your toes.
You miss it so much, you could almost taste it.
What am I trying to accomplish? That’s about the dumbest question I ever heard. Anyone worth their salt would know exactly what it is I’m trying to do…Get back Home!
Well, Jensen, we all know that you can never, really, ever go home again.
Salt in my nose
changed my life.
neti.
Salt in the shower, neti
now no allergies, no sinus infections, no headaches.
NO Asthma.
Salt in my nose
changed my life.
neti.
Salt, like the ocean, purifies us
Payten hated the whole salt thing when it came to mundanes and witchcraft. Sometimes? Salt was just salt. As it turns out? Salt is AWESOME when it comes to cooking. Good for you, not so much. Really really freakin’ tastey? totally.
Parden me for buying it in bulk when it’s on sale. I may
She tastes like salt on my lips.
Bitter.
The taste on my tongue is bitter.
My actions-bitter.
My words-bitter.
For her I was honey, so sweet. And then she ruined it with lying eyes and a cheating tongue.
She was the salt of the earth. That’s what everyone said. She was as real as it got: a hard worker and regular churchgoer.
I scrunched up my face as I examined the additive salt. It’s quite a facinating object, containing two deadly poisons to end up making this stuff that people add regularly.
Sodium (Na) plus Clorine (Cl) = table salt.
werid and cool.
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This was too much. This was the extra salt in the wound.
She had left him suddenly. Now his best friend- it had been a while but he had been his best friend once- was dating his high school sweetheart, her.
Why had she left? Was this why? How long had this been going on? Had it happened when they were together?
It was too much. Far too much.
i love salt.
“He turns nineteen today, and you can’t tell him ‘happy birthday’.”
With that one sentence, the wound burned with fresh blood again.
I love the ocean. I used to live in Bellingham where I could drive less than five minutes and see beautiful ocean waters. There’s something about the oceans that calms me. Now when we drive to the ocean, I take one look at it and immediately feel like I’m at home.
He looked out over the horizon, the sand squishing between his toes as he moved closer to the crashing waves. Stopping just short of the water, he squinted against the setting sun, and allowed the scent of the ocean to waft over him, intoxicating him and assuring him he was finally home.
Saltiness. You know how your tongue feels when you have had a ton of salt? It feels kinda dead. And dry and tastes funny. That happens when you eat a bucket full of salty sunflower seeds.
Salt
What’s with throwing salt over the shoulder to get rid of the devil/demons? Wasn’t salt a luxury way back when? Was the idea to scare them off or get it in their eyes? Or, given salt’s scarcity, was it more like throwing a bunch of money in the air and having the demons all scatter trying to gather it up?
‘Don’t tip over the salt! It’s bad luck!’ Bad luck? To spill condiments? What is that about? Salt is a mineral, a crystal. When and how did it have anything to do with black magic and luck? Such is also the demise of mutated clovers and reflected water after rain and severed rabbit feet. How did we end up going about connecting these things to myth?
Certainly, it baffles the mind.
Salt brings out the taste in other foods. Poor salt, it’s job is to just make other foods better and to keep them from rotting. But it doesn’t get to be appreciated for salt on its own. It’s use is only measured by what it adds to other foods.
Grains of salt were strewn across my chest and you were screaming, calling after me. The noise was deafening, pounding through my eardrums. I could no longer see. My body was weightless but the sand prickled across my fingertips. Our love was no longer real because we did not exist. Death was our easiest break up.
She licked the salty taste of his kiss from her lips and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I just saw someone I need to talk to…” The Chinese lanterns shook as she sped off in the opposite direction, looking for something to wash the taste from her mouth. Whiskey would do.
They say if you throw salt over your shoulder, you will have good luck. I never tried it, but I am willing to start;) Anything will be an improvement.
Salt water in the ocean is always so surprising to me. Standing at the shoreline, not letting the waves push us down, and a little bit splashes up into my mouth. It’s salty!
the salty taste of the water was enough to make me gag, burning my eyes as I struggled to reach the surface. My arms flailed to the point where they grew tired against the cold lashing waves, and I could feel myself tumbling farther and farther down into the black abyss that would become my grave.
I knocked over the salt on my way to the pepper shaker. As I stood to pick it up, a voice interrupted me. “May I have this dance?” I turned to see Jude, and I smiled. “Of course,” I said. We danced slowly, and he held me closely. It was the most comforting thing in the world. I had someone to hold me when I was down, and I could still be independent. That’s what best friends were for.
She walked down the beach, listening to the gentle crash of the waves, feeling the salty air entwine itself around her hair…her hair..salty, always salty. She was used to it’s crunchy feel and she liked the way it made her look rugged, alive!
“to be taken with a grain of salt?” she did not understand that it was a question. i wanted it’s meaning and i did not realize the irony of the optional word search on which i had scrolled my little note. i miss you Mrs. Musgrove.
salt licks, salt sticks salty toungue wet kisses france bodies touching naked salty sweat rubbing all along them.
his reaction was so pronounced
anger and hurt
grasping
for the rules of this new honesty
and telling him all of it was like
munching on a hunk of salt
worked myself up
and it was just as painful as anticipated
Starting to realize my mistake.
But backing out now is like salt on a wound.
I’m sorry…this has to end.
flavor in drabness. but painful in fresh sores. however, i know that it is healing – but that doesn’t change my frustration over not having a word that would give me the chance to rant about it. because, despite that property, it wont diminish any scars and it wont keep from making more. it is no escape.
Those salt licks that my bunny won’t eat. Why doesn’t the bunny like salt licks? I mean, I like salt licks! Salt is tasty, I would eat it all the time if it didn’t require hydration along with it’s consumption. Ocean water is also quite delicious.
Love is like salt.
It can make things taste better.
It can harm your heart.