Sweat is disgusting. Perspiration. Water. beads dripping down. Liquified salt droplets. Disgusting. Yellow stains. Clear stains. Don’t wear grey. Don’t wear White. WEar black. You cant see the stains then. Dresses. Shirts.
J D
Sweat dripping down my face in a constant flow of motion. It tastes so salty, and burns my eyes, but the sting is not so bad because it represents my vitality, strength, and power.
Tracie
My palms were sweating. Just seeing him again made my heart beat faster, my palm sweat, and my stomach consume butterflies. It’s been three months, you know. Three moths since I’ve kissed those lips, hugged that body, and touched that face.
Julia
As the sweat beat down the almost 300 lb kids face it was all i could do not to feel bad for him. Not everyone was built like me. Not everyone was fit. Actually, most people these days aren’t. This is America where the food is big and so are the people.
Courtney
I run and feel sweat dampening my scalp as the hot sun warms my dark haired head.
Well. Sweat is gross and wet. It is the side affect of exercise. Yet we love the outcome of exercising so swaet is just something we deal with. No we don’t like it, yet it is okay. We will live!
Macey
ew. whats on your forehead. did you get rained on? thats gross. i cant stop looking at your forehead. i think we did the same exersise. im totallly fine. shower off. :)
marisse taylor
your sweat pouring over my body making me moan with love desire and hope for more more and sweet and loving and pain you wash the pain away with your sweat each and every time you touch me i love you.
lea
Dresden glanced down the line of tumblers as she waited her turn. They’d been practicing all morning, and the sweat ran down her face in rivulets as she tried to wipe it away. It was no use. She was covered in sweat–she remembered as she touched her damp shirt that she and her friends had always referred to the “butterfly” that was created on one’s back when they’d been working hard–but smiling slightly from the nostalgia, she was fairly certain she was working harder here than she’d ever done back at home.
“Dresden!” shouted Kale. “You’re up!”
Abby
As I passed down the alleyway, sweat trickled down my brow. Normally, I was a cold and tempered human being that always stayed cool. Tonight however, was immediately different. Something about the crisp air and the shattering of glass nearby made it all the more distasteful.
Bryan Untalan
i sweat a lot, which is the most embarrassing thing about myself i have no control of. it is said that being able to sweat is more healthy than not perspiring at all, but, oh, it’s one thing i wish i could do something about.
kaorita
Stop following me.
I’m not following you, I’m walking home.
You don’t live this way.
I do now.
She broke out in a sweat as she struggled with keeping her pace up. She wanted distance between her and her sister.
My body was completely drenched with sweat. I’d been running for ages, and it was starting to hurt me. I didn’t think at this rate I’d ever catch up with Lilly.
As unfortunate as it was, it seemed she was too far out of my reach. I considered turning around, but for once, my heart disagreed, shoving me onward. My love awaited me at the terminal, and I wasn’t about to let her get away. Not this time. Not again.
CJacobs
Human beings are SUPPOSED to have a smell. I happen to enjoy my own scent. I don’t shower every day. I see no need.
Ricky
working out, stinging my body on a fresh sunburn, adrenaline rush, feel the power, cooling my skin, hot passion, movement, flow, endurance, life
johara
disgusting slimy hot. I get it all the time. I sweat like an old man on a hot day he is super sweaty. Pigs don’t sweat bet u didn’t know that yep its true sweat is disgusting I hate sweat. but i sweat a lot its gross i have bad bo but i
Jim
The sweat starts to make my palms itchy and sticky. I get uncomfortable, and hope he doesn’t notice me. He’s watching me, and I flash a twitchy smile. I can’t stop sweating though. It’s all his fault, that angel makes me nervous.
Hockey the place i sweat the most. the true sign of a good work out the oldest way of cooling your body.
zach
Sweating like a pig to look like a fox. That’s what she thought when she was working out. It all were means to an end. Not an end to please everyone, but to please herself. Be happy with the way she looked, by the right methods, the hard way but the most rewarding one.
lala
I am running and I can’t stop. There’s someone behind me. I can taste the sweat on my lips and the blood in my mouth. As he lunged for me earlier I smelled his sweat as it dripped onto me from above, right before I rolled away.
Bailey Sullivan
the true test of hard work. something rewarding a hard workout or a championship. the most natural way to cool your body. smells. try to sweat everyday and live a better life style
zach
running down my baCK, puddle in my bed, sweaT, WET GOIN LIKE ATURBO VET, sweet, swamp, swoop, swell, swish, swoon, sweatsHIRTS, ants wet cigg, flowers
emily
i sweat when i play sports and when i work out. i like the feeling of sweat because i know i am working hard
i like to play lacrosse
i sweat then
sweat is cleansing
it makes me feel healthy
sweat
what a weird word
sweat
ha
maeve
Sweat dripped down her forehead. Today was way past hot, in fact if she were to describe the day she would use the world sweltering. The Ac had decided to stop working. She sat in her tanktop and shorts feeling and looking every bit as miserable as she felt.
I already wrote on this topic, but i guess I will go again. The word “sweat” has “eat” which makes me think how can they relate. Well, in the movie “Matilda” there was the cafeteria lady who made the chocolate cake, she said before the poor boy had to devour it all that she put all her “sweat and blood” into it. Bon appetite!
For some reason, s (weat) makes me think of wheat. I wonder how both of them could relate? Perhaps back in the day when people actually had to harvest their wheat themselves and they “sweat” in the process… cool!
The sweat rolled down between her breast and down her back. She couldn’t catch her breath. It had been a hard run but she’d done it. Her first 13 mile run, her first ever race.
Sheila Good
One day I was running full on sweating like crazy, my motivation: the finish line. All I could think about was heading into a cold shower while my feet were hitting the pavement. My sweat was falling, dripping to the hot pavement.
Sweat, baby,, sweat, baby. Sex is the Texas droppin’ (i don’t even know if that’s right.) Lol everytime I see or hear this word, that song is what I think of. And now it’s in my head :/ Lol oh well! It’s a catchy tune anyway.
Nita
Trying to impress, sweating against the clock. I was past seeing the point. I watched them fight each other in a battle that never announced a winner. I wanted to leave, but my memories were rooted there. I couldn’t find the arena doors, but I desperately searched, for my friends had turned into ugly mutations that spoke a language long lost to outsiders like me.
he took his sweaty shirt off, footy training had been one sweaty as could be work out but he felt good besides wanting a shower. training wasn’t over yet, the coach ordering him to get back to it, he wiped the sweat off his face with his shirt and ran off to get all sweaty again.
I heard the pace of my heavy breathing. In out. In out. Salty water dripped onto my lips. Sweat. My heartbeat was increasing, my whole body pulsing with blood. Running.
A. N.
The sweat poured off Jens as he fought his way through the Astarian desert. “all will be well, she is worth it. All will be well, she is worth it” he repeated to himself with each step and labored breath he took. If not for her, he reasoned, he wouldn’t even have the legs upon which he was walking. That alone, he reasoned, was more than enough of a motive to go and rescue her…
As the sweat rolls down your face, the stench of perspiration is just too much and you try to shower, but you feel it wont work. When the crowd of people comes running inside, you find that you aren’t alone. Welcome to the gym.
Kendra Hicks
I hate to sweat. Sweat feels dirty, it makes my skin itch. I feel as if I have been dirtied. Sweat is evil and something I don’t ever want to do. I pray I never have to sweat again.
Mimi
It poured from her forehead. There was so much she could have collected it in a cup. Despite her efforts to stay out of direct sun, it was futile. There was no escape. The barren ground was testimony to that.
i feel a lot of pressure with i go to this website to write something really interesting and impressive. I think thats probably an awful way to go about it. I should not be trying to impress my peers, I should be trying to grow as a writer. Fuck it.
The sweat drips down my face. But I don’t mind. Not at a time like this, no not right now. Now, in this moment I am focused on one thing only. Him. And how to get away, how to stop all of this madness, how to get back to myself and away from him. No, it’s not sweat at all, it’s tears.
Sweat is disgusting. Perspiration. Water. beads dripping down. Liquified salt droplets. Disgusting. Yellow stains. Clear stains. Don’t wear grey. Don’t wear White. WEar black. You cant see the stains then. Dresses. Shirts.
Sweat dripping down my face in a constant flow of motion. It tastes so salty, and burns my eyes, but the sting is not so bad because it represents my vitality, strength, and power.
My palms were sweating. Just seeing him again made my heart beat faster, my palm sweat, and my stomach consume butterflies. It’s been three months, you know. Three moths since I’ve kissed those lips, hugged that body, and touched that face.
As the sweat beat down the almost 300 lb kids face it was all i could do not to feel bad for him. Not everyone was built like me. Not everyone was fit. Actually, most people these days aren’t. This is America where the food is big and so are the people.
I run and feel sweat dampening my scalp as the hot sun warms my dark haired head.
Well. Sweat is gross and wet. It is the side affect of exercise. Yet we love the outcome of exercising so swaet is just something we deal with. No we don’t like it, yet it is okay. We will live!
ew. whats on your forehead. did you get rained on? thats gross. i cant stop looking at your forehead. i think we did the same exersise. im totallly fine. shower off. :)
your sweat pouring over my body making me moan with love desire and hope for more more and sweet and loving and pain you wash the pain away with your sweat each and every time you touch me i love you.
Dresden glanced down the line of tumblers as she waited her turn. They’d been practicing all morning, and the sweat ran down her face in rivulets as she tried to wipe it away. It was no use. She was covered in sweat–she remembered as she touched her damp shirt that she and her friends had always referred to the “butterfly” that was created on one’s back when they’d been working hard–but smiling slightly from the nostalgia, she was fairly certain she was working harder here than she’d ever done back at home.
“Dresden!” shouted Kale. “You’re up!”
As I passed down the alleyway, sweat trickled down my brow. Normally, I was a cold and tempered human being that always stayed cool. Tonight however, was immediately different. Something about the crisp air and the shattering of glass nearby made it all the more distasteful.
i sweat a lot, which is the most embarrassing thing about myself i have no control of. it is said that being able to sweat is more healthy than not perspiring at all, but, oh, it’s one thing i wish i could do something about.
Stop following me.
I’m not following you, I’m walking home.
You don’t live this way.
I do now.
She broke out in a sweat as she struggled with keeping her pace up. She wanted distance between her and her sister.
I said – stop following me!
My body was completely drenched with sweat. I’d been running for ages, and it was starting to hurt me. I didn’t think at this rate I’d ever catch up with Lilly.
As unfortunate as it was, it seemed she was too far out of my reach. I considered turning around, but for once, my heart disagreed, shoving me onward. My love awaited me at the terminal, and I wasn’t about to let her get away. Not this time. Not again.
Human beings are SUPPOSED to have a smell. I happen to enjoy my own scent. I don’t shower every day. I see no need.
working out, stinging my body on a fresh sunburn, adrenaline rush, feel the power, cooling my skin, hot passion, movement, flow, endurance, life
disgusting slimy hot. I get it all the time. I sweat like an old man on a hot day he is super sweaty. Pigs don’t sweat bet u didn’t know that yep its true sweat is disgusting I hate sweat. but i sweat a lot its gross i have bad bo but i
The sweat starts to make my palms itchy and sticky. I get uncomfortable, and hope he doesn’t notice me. He’s watching me, and I flash a twitchy smile. I can’t stop sweating though. It’s all his fault, that angel makes me nervous.
Hockey the place i sweat the most. the true sign of a good work out the oldest way of cooling your body.
Sweating like a pig to look like a fox. That’s what she thought when she was working out. It all were means to an end. Not an end to please everyone, but to please herself. Be happy with the way she looked, by the right methods, the hard way but the most rewarding one.
I am running and I can’t stop. There’s someone behind me. I can taste the sweat on my lips and the blood in my mouth. As he lunged for me earlier I smelled his sweat as it dripped onto me from above, right before I rolled away.
the true test of hard work. something rewarding a hard workout or a championship. the most natural way to cool your body. smells. try to sweat everyday and live a better life style
running down my baCK, puddle in my bed, sweaT, WET GOIN LIKE ATURBO VET, sweet, swamp, swoop, swell, swish, swoon, sweatsHIRTS, ants wet cigg, flowers
i sweat when i play sports and when i work out. i like the feeling of sweat because i know i am working hard
i like to play lacrosse
i sweat then
sweat is cleansing
it makes me feel healthy
sweat
what a weird word
sweat
ha
Sweat dripped down her forehead. Today was way past hot, in fact if she were to describe the day she would use the world sweltering. The Ac had decided to stop working. She sat in her tanktop and shorts feeling and looking every bit as miserable as she felt.
I already wrote on this topic, but i guess I will go again. The word “sweat” has “eat” which makes me think how can they relate. Well, in the movie “Matilda” there was the cafeteria lady who made the chocolate cake, she said before the poor boy had to devour it all that she put all her “sweat and blood” into it. Bon appetite!
For some reason, s (weat) makes me think of wheat. I wonder how both of them could relate? Perhaps back in the day when people actually had to harvest their wheat themselves and they “sweat” in the process… cool!
The sweat rolled down between her breast and down her back. She couldn’t catch her breath. It had been a hard run but she’d done it. Her first 13 mile run, her first ever race.
One day I was running full on sweating like crazy, my motivation: the finish line. All I could think about was heading into a cold shower while my feet were hitting the pavement. My sweat was falling, dripping to the hot pavement.
After all the sweat, we finally met.
Sweat, baby,, sweat, baby. Sex is the Texas droppin’ (i don’t even know if that’s right.) Lol everytime I see or hear this word, that song is what I think of. And now it’s in my head :/ Lol oh well! It’s a catchy tune anyway.
Trying to impress, sweating against the clock. I was past seeing the point. I watched them fight each other in a battle that never announced a winner. I wanted to leave, but my memories were rooted there. I couldn’t find the arena doors, but I desperately searched, for my friends had turned into ugly mutations that spoke a language long lost to outsiders like me.
he took his sweaty shirt off, footy training had been one sweaty as could be work out but he felt good besides wanting a shower. training wasn’t over yet, the coach ordering him to get back to it, he wiped the sweat off his face with his shirt and ran off to get all sweaty again.
I heard the pace of my heavy breathing. In out. In out. Salty water dripped onto my lips. Sweat. My heartbeat was increasing, my whole body pulsing with blood. Running.
The sweat poured off Jens as he fought his way through the Astarian desert. “all will be well, she is worth it. All will be well, she is worth it” he repeated to himself with each step and labored breath he took. If not for her, he reasoned, he wouldn’t even have the legs upon which he was walking. That alone, he reasoned, was more than enough of a motive to go and rescue her…
As the sweat rolls down your face, the stench of perspiration is just too much and you try to shower, but you feel it wont work. When the crowd of people comes running inside, you find that you aren’t alone. Welcome to the gym.
I hate to sweat. Sweat feels dirty, it makes my skin itch. I feel as if I have been dirtied. Sweat is evil and something I don’t ever want to do. I pray I never have to sweat again.
It poured from her forehead. There was so much she could have collected it in a cup. Despite her efforts to stay out of direct sun, it was futile. There was no escape. The barren ground was testimony to that.
after you there will be
less winter and more spring
less lovemaking and more peace
less anxiety and more dreams…
less sweat and more of the sweet
i feel a lot of pressure with i go to this website to write something really interesting and impressive. I think thats probably an awful way to go about it. I should not be trying to impress my peers, I should be trying to grow as a writer. Fuck it.
The sweat drips down my face. But I don’t mind. Not at a time like this, no not right now. Now, in this moment I am focused on one thing only. Him. And how to get away, how to stop all of this madness, how to get back to myself and away from him. No, it’s not sweat at all, it’s tears.