The bracelet hung so delicately from her wrist, which wasn’t nearly as delicate. But she didn’t mind, it was the delicacy of the bracelet that she felt made her as beautiful as the others.
Her lack of make-up and tiny waist weren’t an issue with the little bracelet around her wrist. The bracelet made her beautiful again.
Man I love this shit, it goes around your wrist. It’s like, keeping you safe? But at times you forget it and even though you get used to it you can feel so empty sometimes, rubbing your wrists and wishing you had it, despite it doing nothing. It contributes nothing but appearance, and yet you miss it…
her bracelet was made from the hairs that he left upon her pillow in their fleeting rendezvous – she would one day recreate his gene clone when the technology she persued was advanced enough… oh the toil
The bracelet was silver, with a unique design engraved onto it. It seemed to be flowers growing along a vine that twisted about the entire bracelet. In the middle of it, was a clasp, studded with a beautiful pink pearl. Her topaz lay right in the middle of the silver bracelet.
Today, i wore this beautiful bracelet to school. I wanted to show off to my friends but they were did not seem to be excited about it. Maybe they are jealous. I wonder. Then I showed it to my boyfriend who sarcastically told me off to put it away. Is it not nice?
Today, i wore this beautiful bracelet to school. I wanted to show off to my friends but they were did not seem to be excited about it. Maybe they are jealous. I wonder. Then I showed it to my boyfriend.
my bracelet is as beautiful as your eye. it does not have anything to do with her. i will wear it forever so as to have your eye on me forever. hope you don’t mind.
The bracelet lies on the bathroom counter. It looks like a row of babies dressed in silver, circling a set of electronic toys. It wants to believe in Santa Claus, in multiple piles of money under the floorboards. It pokes its lip out and starts to whine, “Where is my champagne lollipop?”
i had a bracelet once, my sister gave it to me because my other sister was fighting with my mum and threatening to move out of home. I still have that bracelet, i look at it whenever i’ve had a fight with someone. it strangely makes the fight seem less important. i can think more objectively but mostly i just think of my sister.
A present for anniversaries along with other jewellery. Can be embedded with jewels. It can also be made with beads and string. Bracelets are worn on the wrist. They can be silver in colour as well as gold.
I climbed into the warm bed with her to be caressed by something cold on her wrist. It caught me off gaurd. Then i realized that it was just the gift of love, and a bracelet.
one word, thats all it took. one word whispered into the the wind and nothing would ever be the same again. one word flung into the deepest depths of the ocean, letters scattered through the sea. beads skattered throught the minds.
The bracelet shined, lonely and intrusive on the tiny wrist of the tiny Asian girl. She sighed, knowing that the silver in the garment could never reflect her shin
bracelet are to wear on wrist, i gave a gift of bracelet to saba, she loved that bracelet so much and always wear that in morning prayers. She like the multicolored material of it and also the shine it gives. She says it matches to every suit of her.
Do I keep it or give it away? What do you do with the love tokens of someone who is now lost? Keep it with you as a reminder, or throw it away to break the connection? A bracelet is as much a symbol of love as the words themselves, a continuous chain of connection. Now gone.
circular piece of jewellery worn on the wrist, usually by women. Tennis bracelets are very popular, they have diamonds all the way across them. I don’t own a bracelet, but I hope to one day. No, that’s not true, I have a bunch of silver bangles, but they’re from Walmart, and I really want a fancy one with diamonds.
I have almost never worn a bracelet. I don’t really see the point in them. Unless it is something that means a lot to you there is no reason to have something constantly around your wrist. I used to wear rubber bands around my wrist in jr. high for a while, but that was just because I enjoyed comepletely forgetting they were there and then realizing it later in the day.
I took it from the palm of alexa and held it between my fingers. it was green, the same color I’d remembered it when the shots went into the roof and the and the debris rained down on us and then it happened. There was blood, then there was a scream.
the bracelet on her arm glinted in the summer sun… it was the one I gave her last summer, she always wore it even though I knew that she thought it didn’t go with anythitng she had. I looked at her staring over the grass towards the pond and thought… thats why I love you
This bracelet, more like a shackle. Condemning me to a life time of this fake and selfish daily life of bullshit. He smiles as he gently and purposefully cuffs me into a life of servitude to money and a lifestyle that is all a facade. The fake smile upon my face as plastic as the visa card that is slipped so habitually into the black notebook that lays so prominently on the table. Black as the void that fills me.
nice. chunky. wanna make a really nice one soon. preferably with flowers, and beads lots of them. metallic also.
like ali’s big one… looks great on her hand. i like them watch bracelets too
colorful trinkets on a thin, graceful silver thread, around her wrist, that dance as she gestured. It was nice to believe that such things could give one luck.
I am not wearing a bracelet right now, because they bother me kind of a lot, but I am wearing a lovely cheap watch that I bought a few months ago so I can tell time without my cell phone. I do have some very nice bracelets, but it’s difficult to find one that fits because my wrists are terribly thin, just like the rest of me. That’s okay though since, like I said, they bother me.
It still sits in my drawer, the top one where all my personal items are. It holds a special place in my heart, even if its own appearance looks nothing more than a cheap novelty. It was from her, the first true love of my life, a woman who could never be replaced in my eyes, except upon her return.
she wore a bracelet. her hair was green. i was in love. the second i saw her walking out of the show i knew. punk rock godess. “im gonna marry that girl one day,” i exclaimed earnestly to Doug. Three months passed till the next concert.
i saw a good quality one at topshop. it was so cute! unfortunately, the price tag was cuter. :(
The bracelet hung so delicately from her wrist, which wasn’t nearly as delicate. But she didn’t mind, it was the delicacy of the bracelet that she felt made her as beautiful as the others.
Her lack of make-up and tiny waist weren’t an issue with the little bracelet around her wrist. The bracelet made her beautiful again.
Man I love this shit, it goes around your wrist. It’s like, keeping you safe? But at times you forget it and even though you get used to it you can feel so empty sometimes, rubbing your wrists and wishing you had it, despite it doing nothing. It contributes nothing but appearance, and yet you miss it…
her bracelet was made from the hairs that he left upon her pillow in their fleeting rendezvous – she would one day recreate his gene clone when the technology she persued was advanced enough… oh the toil
the smallest bind that ties me. the light touch of my links against your steady pulse. i’m always this close to you.
Found. One braclet. Fallen on its side between the dresser and the wardrobe. Do you want it back?
I have a beautiful, new bracelet from my mother
I have a beautiful, new bracelet from my mother
It’s something unpredictable. She jingled and jangled as she walked along. He realy enjoyed that – but he was still young.
That jingle jangle was his favourite noise, he recalls.
His least favourite was the sound of tyres screeching. And instead of jingling, it scraped.
The bracelet was silver, with a unique design engraved onto it. It seemed to be flowers growing along a vine that twisted about the entire bracelet. In the middle of it, was a clasp, studded with a beautiful pink pearl. Her topaz lay right in the middle of the silver bracelet.
Today, i wore this beautiful bracelet to school. I wanted to show off to my friends but they were did not seem to be excited about it. Maybe they are jealous. I wonder. Then I showed it to my boyfriend who sarcastically told me off to put it away. Is it not nice?
Today, i wore this beautiful bracelet to school. I wanted to show off to my friends but they were did not seem to be excited about it. Maybe they are jealous. I wonder. Then I showed it to my boyfriend.
my bracelet is as beautiful as your eye. it does not have anything to do with her. i will wear it forever so as to have your eye on me forever. hope you don’t mind.
bracelet forms a band sround the wrist, as much as a hancuff does the same.
The bracelet lies on the bathroom counter. It looks like a row of babies dressed in silver, circling a set of electronic toys. It wants to believe in Santa Claus, in multiple piles of money under the floorboards. It pokes its lip out and starts to whine, “Where is my champagne lollipop?”
i had a bracelet once, my sister gave it to me because my other sister was fighting with my mum and threatening to move out of home. I still have that bracelet, i look at it whenever i’ve had a fight with someone. it strangely makes the fight seem less important. i can think more objectively but mostly i just think of my sister.
A present for anniversaries along with other jewellery. Can be embedded with jewels. It can also be made with beads and string. Bracelets are worn on the wrist. They can be silver in colour as well as gold.
I stared and drooled as I watched my Mum bought the 8-carat diamond bracelet from the jewellery shop.
I climbed into the warm bed with her to be caressed by something cold on her wrist. It caught me off gaurd. Then i realized that it was just the gift of love, and a bracelet.
one word, thats all it took. one word whispered into the the wind and nothing would ever be the same again. one word flung into the deepest depths of the ocean, letters scattered through the sea. beads skattered throught the minds.
The bracelet shined, lonely and intrusive on the tiny wrist of the tiny Asian girl. She sighed, knowing that the silver in the garment could never reflect her shin
Your arms and ankles were loaded with bangles that tingled as you walked, making my spine shiver with flickers of ice or flames.
it is so wonderful to have a gold bracelet as it is so matching to my outfit
a stainless steel bond to the person from which it was given.
bracelet are to wear on wrist, i gave a gift of bracelet to saba, she loved that bracelet so much and always wear that in morning prayers. She like the multicolored material of it and also the shine it gives. She says it matches to every suit of her.
Do I keep it or give it away? What do you do with the love tokens of someone who is now lost? Keep it with you as a reminder, or throw it away to break the connection? A bracelet is as much a symbol of love as the words themselves, a continuous chain of connection. Now gone.
i have a dear one. but recently i haven’t been wearing it. i wish i could share one with a special friend. i like marbles but not on bracelets.
circular piece of jewellery worn on the wrist, usually by women. Tennis bracelets are very popular, they have diamonds all the way across them. I don’t own a bracelet, but I hope to one day. No, that’s not true, I have a bunch of silver bangles, but they’re from Walmart, and I really want a fancy one with diamonds.
I have almost never worn a bracelet. I don’t really see the point in them. Unless it is something that means a lot to you there is no reason to have something constantly around your wrist. I used to wear rubber bands around my wrist in jr. high for a while, but that was just because I enjoyed comepletely forgetting they were there and then realizing it later in the day.
I took it from the palm of alexa and held it between my fingers. it was green, the same color I’d remembered it when the shots went into the roof and the and the debris rained down on us and then it happened. There was blood, then there was a scream.
the bracelet on her arm glinted in the summer sun… it was the one I gave her last summer, she always wore it even though I knew that she thought it didn’t go with anythitng she had. I looked at her staring over the grass towards the pond and thought… thats why I love you
This bracelet, more like a shackle. Condemning me to a life time of this fake and selfish daily life of bullshit. He smiles as he gently and purposefully cuffs me into a life of servitude to money and a lifestyle that is all a facade. The fake smile upon my face as plastic as the visa card that is slipped so habitually into the black notebook that lays so prominently on the table. Black as the void that fills me.
Bracelets are often useless, although You can make awesome bracelets out of the remains of your enemies.
Yeah I went there
this bracelet is precious to me as it is to you. this bracelet is the memento of our friendship now that it is lost, but only the bracelet remains.
nice. chunky. wanna make a really nice one soon. preferably with flowers, and beads lots of them. metallic also.
like ali’s big one… looks great on her hand. i like them watch bracelets too
colorful trinkets on a thin, graceful silver thread, around her wrist, that dance as she gestured. It was nice to believe that such things could give one luck.
I am not wearing a bracelet right now, because they bother me kind of a lot, but I am wearing a lovely cheap watch that I bought a few months ago so I can tell time without my cell phone. I do have some very nice bracelets, but it’s difficult to find one that fits because my wrists are terribly thin, just like the rest of me. That’s okay though since, like I said, they bother me.
It still sits in my drawer, the top one where all my personal items are. It holds a special place in my heart, even if its own appearance looks nothing more than a cheap novelty. It was from her, the first true love of my life, a woman who could never be replaced in my eyes, except upon her return.
Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself, you’re going to fall in five, four, three, two – can’t remember anything after that. whoosh, bang, bright light, loud sound, then nothing.
she wore a bracelet. her hair was green. i was in love. the second i saw her walking out of the show i knew. punk rock godess. “im gonna marry that girl one day,” i exclaimed earnestly to Doug. Three months passed till the next concert.