Bluish by Animal Collective
(I didn’t write this but the word reminded me and I think everyone should listen to this band/song at least once in their lives, if not every single day)
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
they’re not for boys, they’re just for me
Hurry to talk from far away
I can’t see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting rushed back on a whim,
Our purse gets ribbed
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin ’cause I can’t wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared you’d look at me and think it’s weird
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see
they’re not for boys, they’re just for me
when you can talk from far away
It’s so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
Put on your clothes that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
blue eyeshadow
it’s not exactly blue though
and i refuse to call it anything but your blue anything
Her long flowing curls were like the cold metal of a tesla coil. Her face was serene and white, but pale and cold as a bust. She was a girl, lovely as the sun, and burning like a fire. Curls were the deception.
The pasta flew about her mouth as she pulled the strands up in through the vacuum of her lips. Her meal bounced around in motion like the banana curls of a little girl which occur naturally–instead of the hair-spray-induced coils that you see on the heads of many middle-aged women trying to look hip.
i have curly hair, i used to hate it cuz i had straight hair when i was little but now i think it really fits my bubbly personality. it’s odd and unmanageable at times but i can make it work to the best of my abitlity and i have nothing much more to say.
like mine, people think im like them, just crazy and whit any idea where to go. sometimes i hate them as i hate myself. i would like to be diferent from my curls.
curly hair is so awesome! a lot of people want curly hair if they have straight hair but i have straight hair and i don’t want curls… like pin curls that michaela wears aw those are so cute but the girls that have curly hair really hate their hair but i think it looks cute but they want curly hair… curls remind me of pasta for some reason….
Curls. They spin softly down a young maiden’s back, like a cascading waterfall, yet silent and beautiful. Do we dare touch them and ruin their perfect rings? Their color shines vibrantly, yet it’s something seemingly rare and confusing…. A curl is just a strand of hair, yet it’s so much more.
my hair has curls and i only like them when my hair is long. my handwriting has lots of curls… i usually curl g, w, m, n, y, and r.
i do not know why.
my mom says changing your handwriting indicates mental issues.
Curly hair reminds me of Goldilocks. It pisses me off how she broke into the Three Bears house and made herself at home. Taking advantage of animals just because they won’t press charges. What bullshit.
The way your hair does it, black, tight and short. The way your lips do it, crookedly. I want to stay in the curl of your arm and never leave. I forever wish to make your curly hair shake, as you smile your crooked smile, and you tell me how you’re so glad I’m here.
I love when men have curly hair. I think it may be the most beautiful kind of hair there is. The flowing texture of curls is amazing. Since my hair is straight, I envy people with curls. I love them. Reminds me of Jews.
Curls are weird. The start at a base then keep twisting around until it gets to the end. They’re also is roller coasters when the coaster goes up and around. Some girls like to curl their hair and sometimes it looks kinda funny.
she has amazing curls she stoped all the men in the room. they all loved her. even the girls wer e jelious of her. she walked with a confidence that noone could mach. yet she felt so lony and need
the curls of the moss like golden hair, sealace, the soft tendrils wrapped about the house, enshrouding the rough white wood. the house was something from a dream, a fairy tale, the vegetable garden, the flowers. a spell cast upon it, lonely and floating,
I have curls. Sort of. Sometimes my hair just goes strait for no apparent reason, and then I have curls in the back and flat frizzy non-curls in the front. This is frustrating for me, but a few people have told me that they like my hair like that, so ok. I’ve been told it has character.
Curls are something I have always wanted. I have naturally very straight, thin hair and have always had to use moose, gel and curling irons to get the cutesy curl effect.
Curls form the stormy sea of my head. They characterize my personality as slightly twisted and interesting. Abstraction from the straight and narrow path are curls.
her long flowing curls bounced as she danced in the mddle of the club. The music pulsing, hearts racing. The lights, the sounds, the smells- suddenly everthing was moving in slow motion. All I could see was her. and her long curly hair flowing as she twirled and danced.
my hair is brunette with curls. it is not straight and never will be. Not very many girls have curly hair. I would never get my hair permantly straightned for this reason. I would especially not dye it blonde.
Curls can define a person as much as anything else. Whether it’s curls in their hair, curls in there body shapes, or curls in their attitude. They can show a simple nature in a person, or a awkward diposition.
Her curls bounced cheerily as she ran down the street in the glimmering, warm, sunlight. Green eyes shining under the cast of shadow from the brunette mess, she ran on. Only two blocks left until she caught up to her world.
The taxi was poised to stand still at a stoplight just ahead.
her pretty red curls
bounced up and down her
porcelain back
igniting a fire
that lit her and made her
glow like the light
at the end of his tunnel
/angel of mine…/
curly and soft and what my hair is naturally and what it used to be when i was younger. baby curls, curly fries. all the best things are curly, errrr pubes. ok anyway. i like curly things cos they are soft, especially pasta too, omg thats the best or ribbon for bows when you put scissors on them and curl them for presents/
Sophie had always had the cutest curls. But today, she was chopping them off. They had been bouncing on her head long enough, and she was sick of people pulling at them, day and night, night and day. Probably the biggest reason to get rid of them was Sam. Sam loved her curls. But Sam was the past, and she needed a new haircut for the present.
They curled up and straightened out
just as she had done her whole life
switching from one extreme to another
not knowing how to stay as a wave in between the two
she was dramatic
I admire my curls, and giggle, thinking how nice they’ll look with my tux. I slip on my high heels, and fix my make-up, beaming at the crazy eyeshadow designs. I carefully smooth down my beard, check myself in the mirror again, and leave the house. I’m going to have a grand time. I just wish they wouldn’t judge my “gender”.
he watches her go. her blonde curls bounce with every step. he already misses her smell, her laugh, those clear blue eyes that used to look up at him when they lied next to eachother, bodies close. she doesn’t look back.
spiral my hair in high school springy shirley temple pin golden bouncy sweet little girls jumping rope first day of school keri russell
Bluish by Animal Collective
(I didn’t write this but the word reminded me and I think everyone should listen to this band/song at least once in their lives, if not every single day)
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
they’re not for boys, they’re just for me
Hurry to talk from far away
I can’t see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting rushed back on a whim,
Our purse gets ribbed
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin ’cause I can’t wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared you’d look at me and think it’s weird
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see
they’re not for boys, they’re just for me
when you can talk from far away
It’s so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
Put on your clothes that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
blue eyeshadow
it’s not exactly blue though
and i refuse to call it anything but your blue anything
curls curls the wonderful style
if nobody likes them then why do we smile
whenever we see
curls hanging free
beneath the blue and indigo sky
quickest. limerick. ever.
Her long flowing curls were like the cold metal of a tesla coil. Her face was serene and white, but pale and cold as a bust. She was a girl, lovely as the sun, and burning like a fire. Curls were the deception.
The pasta flew about her mouth as she pulled the strands up in through the vacuum of her lips. Her meal bounced around in motion like the banana curls of a little girl which occur naturally–instead of the hair-spray-induced coils that you see on the heads of many middle-aged women trying to look hip.
i have curly hair, i used to hate it cuz i had straight hair when i was little but now i think it really fits my bubbly personality. it’s odd and unmanageable at times but i can make it work to the best of my abitlity and i have nothing much more to say.
Curls, hurls, the swirl of the curls rests. Caress, i stress. Those curls got the hold on me.
like mine, people think im like them, just crazy and whit any idea where to go. sometimes i hate them as i hate myself. i would like to be diferent from my curls.
curly hair is so awesome! a lot of people want curly hair if they have straight hair but i have straight hair and i don’t want curls… like pin curls that michaela wears aw those are so cute but the girls that have curly hair really hate their hair but i think it looks cute but they want curly hair… curls remind me of pasta for some reason….
i got em and love em. my hole life everyone has asked are they real? fuck yeah they r i say
Curls. They spin softly down a young maiden’s back, like a cascading waterfall, yet silent and beautiful. Do we dare touch them and ruin their perfect rings? Their color shines vibrantly, yet it’s something seemingly rare and confusing…. A curl is just a strand of hair, yet it’s so much more.
my hair has curls and i only like them when my hair is long. my handwriting has lots of curls… i usually curl g, w, m, n, y, and r.
i do not know why.
my mom says changing your handwriting indicates mental issues.
Curly hair reminds me of Goldilocks. It pisses me off how she broke into the Three Bears house and made herself at home. Taking advantage of animals just because they won’t press charges. What bullshit.
The way your hair does it, black, tight and short. The way your lips do it, crookedly. I want to stay in the curl of your arm and never leave. I forever wish to make your curly hair shake, as you smile your crooked smile, and you tell me how you’re so glad I’m here.
I love when men have curly hair. I think it may be the most beautiful kind of hair there is. The flowing texture of curls is amazing. Since my hair is straight, I envy people with curls. I love them. Reminds me of Jews.
smoke curls through the window
an uninvited guest
overstaying her welcome
old leaves and green wood
on a cool spring evening
Curls are weird. The start at a base then keep twisting around until it gets to the end. They’re also is roller coasters when the coaster goes up and around. Some girls like to curl their hair and sometimes it looks kinda funny.
she has amazing curls she stoped all the men in the room. they all loved her. even the girls wer e jelious of her. she walked with a confidence that noone could mach. yet she felt so lony and need
the curls of the moss like golden hair, sealace, the soft tendrils wrapped about the house, enshrouding the rough white wood. the house was something from a dream, a fairy tale, the vegetable garden, the flowers. a spell cast upon it, lonely and floating,
pink streamers and gold ribbon curls
vanilla cupcakes and rainbow sprinkles
vague memories of birthdays long past
adolescent giggles and secrets shared
over curly fries drowning in ketchup
crowded in a red vinyl booth
stolen glances, stolen touches
butterflies and jitters curling
around us both as we share our first kiss
rhinestone barrettes and pearl pins
painstakingly placed, nestled in dark curls
forever will i remember the look on his face
one quietly cherished night after another
gently curling, softly enveloping
forever safe, forever you, forever me
I have curls. Sort of. Sometimes my hair just goes strait for no apparent reason, and then I have curls in the back and flat frizzy non-curls in the front. This is frustrating for me, but a few people have told me that they like my hair like that, so ok. I’ve been told it has character.
Curls are something I have always wanted. I have naturally very straight, thin hair and have always had to use moose, gel and curling irons to get the cutesy curl effect.
Curls form the stormy sea of my head. They characterize my personality as slightly twisted and interesting. Abstraction from the straight and narrow path are curls.
waves crashing on the shore. the foam tickles my sandy toes. I watch my boyfriend out on his board. Waiting for the perfect wave.
her long flowing curls bounced as she danced in the mddle of the club. The music pulsing, hearts racing. The lights, the sounds, the smells- suddenly everthing was moving in slow motion. All I could see was her. and her long curly hair flowing as she twirled and danced.
my hair is brunette with curls. it is not straight and never will be. Not very many girls have curly hair. I would never get my hair permantly straightned for this reason. I would especially not dye it blonde.
Curls, People with curly hair have curls. Some people love curls some people hate them. Poodles have Curls too. Not many people like poodles though.
Curls can define a person as much as anything else. Whether it’s curls in their hair, curls in there body shapes, or curls in their attitude. They can show a simple nature in a person, or a awkward diposition.
WAVES AND RED HAIR WITH GOLDEN LOCKS EVERYWHERE. WOOD SHAVED TO A FILM AND THE EYES OF MOUNTAINS GAZING AT THE SKY. FIDDLEHEADS.
The curls in his hair wrapped around her fingers as she grabbed him on each side of his face and gave him a slow kiss.
Her curls bounced cheerily as she ran down the street in the glimmering, warm, sunlight. Green eyes shining under the cast of shadow from the brunette mess, she ran on. Only two blocks left until she caught up to her world.
The taxi was poised to stand still at a stoplight just ahead.
doin curls gettin pumped
tryin to look like a body builder
need to get giant muscles so I can get all the girls
her pretty red curls
bounced up and down her
porcelain back
igniting a fire
that lit her and made her
glow like the light
at the end of his tunnel
/angel of mine…/
curly and soft and what my hair is naturally and what it used to be when i was younger. baby curls, curly fries. all the best things are curly, errrr pubes. ok anyway. i like curly things cos they are soft, especially pasta too, omg thats the best or ribbon for bows when you put scissors on them and curl them for presents/
Sophie had always had the cutest curls. But today, she was chopping them off. They had been bouncing on her head long enough, and she was sick of people pulling at them, day and night, night and day. Probably the biggest reason to get rid of them was Sam. Sam loved her curls. But Sam was the past, and she needed a new haircut for the present.
when i was a kid my mom had curls i would like to have curls one day
They curled up and straightened out
just as she had done her whole life
switching from one extreme to another
not knowing how to stay as a wave in between the two
she was dramatic
I admire my curls, and giggle, thinking how nice they’ll look with my tux. I slip on my high heels, and fix my make-up, beaming at the crazy eyeshadow designs. I carefully smooth down my beard, check myself in the mirror again, and leave the house. I’m going to have a grand time. I just wish they wouldn’t judge my “gender”.
Having curly hair is like having slinkies all over your head, in a wiry mess of boing-y sound effects.
he watches her go. her blonde curls bounce with every step. he already misses her smell, her laugh, those clear blue eyes that used to look up at him when they lied next to eachother, bodies close. she doesn’t look back.