by BigIron Doo July 05, 2022
by DatFox_32 April 19, 2025
by Meganlovesx December 03, 2021
Wet can be used to describe something that is hot, amazing, fresh or cool. Usually to add emphasis on something that is well liked or appreciated.
Guy1: Damn, that shirt is pretty wet!
Guy2: I know, I got it from target.
Example 2:
Guy: Damn, youโre looking wet today!
Girl: Excuse me what did you just say?!
Guy: It means you look fine!
Girl: Just because I took a shower earlier doesnโt mean you have to comment on it. Besides I know that means! ๐
Guy2: I know, I got it from target.
Example 2:
Guy: Damn, youโre looking wet today!
Girl: Excuse me what did you just say?!
Guy: It means you look fine!
Girl: Just because I took a shower earlier doesnโt mean you have to comment on it. Besides I know that means! ๐
by TheHotOne1 September 07, 2023
A mournful, melancholic kind of wet, born not from touch, but from absence. A word soaked in longing, where tears trace the path desire used to travel. It's the ache of memory pooling in the body, the soft drowning that happens when your heart wants what your hands can't hold.
Wet is the soul lying alone in the dark, clinging to a ghost, whispering love into the silence. Wet becomes the poetry of grief meeting desire, where the tear ducts work harder than the hips ever could.
Wet is the soul lying alone in the dark, clinging to a ghost, whispering love into the silence. Wet becomes the poetry of grief meeting desire, where the tear ducts work harder than the hips ever could.
by robbies_rats April 21, 2025
A mournful, melancholic kind of wet, born not from touch, but from absence. A word soaked in longing, where tears trace the path desire used to travel. It's the ache of memory pooling in the body, the soft drowning that happens when your heart wants what your hands can't hold.
Wet is the soul lying alone in the dark, clinging to a ghost, whispering love into the silence. Wet becomes the quiet poetry of longing and loss, where the tear ducts work harder than the hips ever dreamed.
Wet is the soul lying alone in the dark, clinging to a ghost, whispering love into the silence. Wet becomes the quiet poetry of longing and loss, where the tear ducts work harder than the hips ever dreamed.
by robbies_rats April 21, 2025
by chiyako November 15, 2023