I LOVE SHOES SO MUCH THEY MAKE ME FEEL AMAZING LIKE I’M TALL LIKE I CAN BE A SUPERMODEL I STARTED WEARING HEELS SINCE I WAS LIKE IN FOURTH GRADE i love shoes so much but my heels do hurt after a while wearing some really high heals. heals can make the whole outfit shine or just suck personally its a talent to be able to pick out beautiful shoes
The soft music followed on his heels. He imagined her behind him–her fingers wrapped around the heel of the bow, quivering as she played her song on the violin. He knew how the music would fail to soothe her, would fail to heal her. How cruel he was! He turned suddenly on his heels and ran back to her.
Heels are something on the end of your shoe. They are actually there to make us feel taller. The problem is is that some girls are taller than their dates. Then they have to wear flats. This wouldn’t be a problem is society hadn’t made flats out to be uglier than heels, but it has. Thanks a lot society. Now we have to wear heels even if we’re taller than out fate. More awkwardness.
He swept me off my feet,
And dropped me.
He tossed me, head over heels,
And forgot to catch me.
He interlaced our fingers,
And broke his promise of never letting go.
I gave him my heart,
And he misplaced the key.
He left, but didn’t release me.
Sitting on the couch staring at these heels. All lined up, mostly black. Click click click. A constant click. Its not the parties, or the meetings or the times spent on the porch at night. It isn’t college memories or moments I’ll hold in my heart forever. Sorority life is about heels. Tiny and black and all in a row.
I once had a pair of black heels. they made me feel like a princess to wear. I wore my heels whenever I got the chance. They just felt so classy. They reminded me of those old movie stars who would wear heels everywhere.
heels make girls look sexier. Its obviously a prime example of how fake people can be at times. High heels to make you look taller, hair extensions to make your hair look better.
they make you pretty, but what is pretty? my pain in the platform you put me on? i tip toe and fall and squeeze into something I am not. you kill me by seeing what i am not. i wish your heels could heal.
Heels are painful. They make your legs look better than they actually look without them. It is hard to fine the perfect pair of heels for a dress. They are most commonly used with pretty dresses.
I remember once hearing two girls in my history class speaking in Spanish. I had been taking Spanish classes for three years at this point, so I was trying to keep up. It was no use. Between how fast they were spitting things out and clipping their words like English speakers do, all I heard was “high heels.”
often worn with a dress. better if the dress is black or red. colorful dresses can look tacky. sometimes heels end up on someone’s throat or on a naked person fucking on a bed. either way, heels serve the purpose of sex. a man’s invention.
Walk, walk, walk, in my heels, heels, heels. It seems as if I have been walking in heels since I was a little girl. Always wanting to be more than who I am, wanting to be seen, wanting to be taller. I wish I was a baller, I was a little bi
the heels of your feet, I remember. digging into the earth, getting dirt in all your cracking lines, all your pores. the heels of your hands, I remember, kneading bread when grandma taught us, getting dough in all your cracking lines, all your lifelines
i really dont know what to right about it cuz i dont know what it means, thats actually makes me feel kind of dumb :( o at least less prepared, any way i ended expresing myself…. funny isnt it?
I like heels I have heels, I wish my heels could make me fly. Thats okay, that would break the natural laws of physics. I do wish I knew physics better, then perhaps I could use physics to make my heels fly. That would be intelligent fun.
Shoes have heels. My fiance wears shoes with high heels. It makes me feel short when she does this. Sometimes this makes me angry. Well not really that much. I need shoes with high heels because I am short. But then again I would look to feminine so that wouldn’t work. Well maybe I could just get shoes with really thick soles. That would work right?
Heels? I suppose heels would be nice at times,
Especially when I feel like kissing you
but you are so tall, too tall.
I’d find it easier to kiss you, if only
heels would help me reach you
The heights of the world, of you.
i never particularly liked wearing heels… but i loved trying them on. in the store i could pretend i was the kind of person who would wear painfully fashionable shoes. i wouldn’t buy them; i’d go home, assured that i was a sneaker person.
I hate wearing high heels. I am a short person, yet I refuse to wear high heels. They hurt so much when I wear them! It’s like looking up is better than being high and falling down, even if I still fall down when I’m not wearing high heels. Sometimes, I do wear high heels, I used to anyways.
the heels of a loaf of bread are always my favorite. nobody else seems to want them. i dont mind, because i get to eat theirs. more yummy crust for me. i wonder is this applies to people. not the crusty part, but the rejected end part tasting yummy… you know what i mean.
There is a lady upstairs in my new apartment and everyday I can hear her heels click against the hardwood floor. I asked my roommate what do you think she does for a living. For all I know, he says, it could be our one legged friend and his fake pegleg.
Heels are tall. I should wear them though because I am very short. They come in pretty colors and pretty designs. They are not really my style though and are too expensive. My friends wear them a lot. Especially my friend Bea. She is Asian.
She dances gracefully around the stage,
All eyes on her.
Her brown hair sweeps across her face.
The techniques she knows and perfects,
As she steps from heel to toe.
Her heels are dirty; she must walk around barefoot often. I like that in a woman. When the sun is out and it’s warm, there’s nothing like feeling the grass between your toes.
I fell again. God! What is the point of these things we where. I have a theory. They weapons… hidden. Like in Japan they couldn’t have weapons ao they hid them as farming tools. That is what we do, murder people in alleys with our stilettos
Heels make me fall of the stairs. I fell twice today, but I don’t care. Heels make me happy. Red, shiny, needle – like, tall, kitten, purple, blue, muddy.
I love to wear heels. Actually I hate it. They make people either look sophisticated, or sloppy. If you aren’t tall and you aren’t thin, you will only look sloppy. This look will not get you a date unless you are wearing them to a club. People who don’t live in a major metropolis really shouldn’t wear heels at all.
I fell I didn’t mean to. But right into him. Around the corner. It was humiliating and I felt my face burn. I guess that’s high school. Everything swam as I picked myself up off the floor and dusted myself off. I smiled. He was cute I can’t deny. We had been watching him. I wanted to talk to him but he just walked on.
i feel again. damn you heels. I know you make me look so damn awesome but gosh dang it you suck to walk in. I trip and make a fool of myself, and by the end of the day i want to cut off my own feet. But damn when i see my self in the mirror i know that i look awesome
I can’t stand heels. For one thing, they’re bad for your feet. I worked for a podiatrist and according to him, heels were a big no-no. For another thing, I always feel like I’m going to topple over in them. I once had to wear them in a wedding and I had to practice before the big day.
Heels… are impossible to walk in. I mean, they’re bad for your feet. Why do people put up with them? I would, except for the pain. But I want to wear a wonderful pear so badly…
the greatest, or the worst invention? i was once told that they were invented by men to make womans butts look bigger, and harder for them to run away. i think that may be true.
the heels of my feet are scraped and bruised. i have to walk on my toes, now, where ever i go. i walked in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now i’ll forever have shards of your heart stuck into my heels.
God what’s with all these expectations society is putting on me? I like converse, not high heels. I like graphic tees and jeans, not skin tight dresses. If the world can’t accept me for who I am then I guess that’s just too bad cause they don’t really have a choice.
they hurt. I could barely walk in them across the school yard but I had to get to the dance. the looks on everyone’s faces would be priceless. I loved these shoes but they would not stop me from getting where i wanted to be.
I LOVE SHOES SO MUCH THEY MAKE ME FEEL AMAZING LIKE I’M TALL LIKE I CAN BE A SUPERMODEL I STARTED WEARING HEELS SINCE I WAS LIKE IN FOURTH GRADE i love shoes so much but my heels do hurt after a while wearing some really high heals. heals can make the whole outfit shine or just suck personally its a talent to be able to pick out beautiful shoes
The soft music followed on his heels. He imagined her behind him–her fingers wrapped around the heel of the bow, quivering as she played her song on the violin. He knew how the music would fail to soothe her, would fail to heal her. How cruel he was! He turned suddenly on his heels and ran back to her.
Heels are something on the end of your shoe. They are actually there to make us feel taller. The problem is is that some girls are taller than their dates. Then they have to wear flats. This wouldn’t be a problem is society hadn’t made flats out to be uglier than heels, but it has. Thanks a lot society. Now we have to wear heels even if we’re taller than out fate. More awkwardness.
He swept me off my feet,
And dropped me.
He tossed me, head over heels,
And forgot to catch me.
He interlaced our fingers,
And broke his promise of never letting go.
I gave him my heart,
And he misplaced the key.
He left, but didn’t release me.
Sitting on the couch staring at these heels. All lined up, mostly black. Click click click. A constant click. Its not the parties, or the meetings or the times spent on the porch at night. It isn’t college memories or moments I’ll hold in my heart forever. Sorority life is about heels. Tiny and black and all in a row.
Heels are painful. They make your legs look perfect even though they aren’t. Heels can make an outfit better than it actually is.
I once had a pair of black heels. they made me feel like a princess to wear. I wore my heels whenever I got the chance. They just felt so classy. They reminded me of those old movie stars who would wear heels everywhere.
heels make girls look sexier. Its obviously a prime example of how fake people can be at times. High heels to make you look taller, hair extensions to make your hair look better.
they make you pretty, but what is pretty? my pain in the platform you put me on? i tip toe and fall and squeeze into something I am not. you kill me by seeing what i am not. i wish your heels could heal.
Heels are painful. They make your legs look better than they actually look without them. It is hard to fine the perfect pair of heels for a dress. They are most commonly used with pretty dresses.
I remember once hearing two girls in my history class speaking in Spanish. I had been taking Spanish classes for three years at this point, so I was trying to keep up. It was no use. Between how fast they were spitting things out and clipping their words like English speakers do, all I heard was “high heels.”
often worn with a dress. better if the dress is black or red. colorful dresses can look tacky. sometimes heels end up on someone’s throat or on a naked person fucking on a bed. either way, heels serve the purpose of sex. a man’s invention.
Walk, walk, walk, in my heels, heels, heels. It seems as if I have been walking in heels since I was a little girl. Always wanting to be more than who I am, wanting to be seen, wanting to be taller. I wish I was a baller, I was a little bi
the heels of your feet, I remember. digging into the earth, getting dirt in all your cracking lines, all your pores. the heels of your hands, I remember, kneading bread when grandma taught us, getting dough in all your cracking lines, all your lifelines
i really dont know what to right about it cuz i dont know what it means, thats actually makes me feel kind of dumb :( o at least less prepared, any way i ended expresing myself…. funny isnt it?
I like heels I have heels, I wish my heels could make me fly. Thats okay, that would break the natural laws of physics. I do wish I knew physics better, then perhaps I could use physics to make my heels fly. That would be intelligent fun.
Caoimhe enjoyed wearing heels. “Ha, I’m taller!” she told Caid.
“Not taller than me.”
“Well duh.” Her boyfriend was 6’8. “But taller than I am usually.”
“Oh yeah, those three inches REALLY make a difference.”
“Hey, I think so.” Now at 5’5, she felt like she was in a different world.
He kissed her nose, “Love you anyway Short Stuff.”
Shoes have heels. My fiance wears shoes with high heels. It makes me feel short when she does this. Sometimes this makes me angry. Well not really that much. I need shoes with high heels because I am short. But then again I would look to feminine so that wouldn’t work. Well maybe I could just get shoes with really thick soles. That would work right?
Heels? I suppose heels would be nice at times,
Especially when I feel like kissing you
but you are so tall, too tall.
I’d find it easier to kiss you, if only
heels would help me reach you
The heights of the world, of you.
i never particularly liked wearing heels… but i loved trying them on. in the store i could pretend i was the kind of person who would wear painfully fashionable shoes. i wouldn’t buy them; i’d go home, assured that i was a sneaker person.
I hate wearing high heels. I am a short person, yet I refuse to wear high heels. They hurt so much when I wear them! It’s like looking up is better than being high and falling down, even if I still fall down when I’m not wearing high heels. Sometimes, I do wear high heels, I used to anyways.
the heels of a loaf of bread are always my favorite. nobody else seems to want them. i dont mind, because i get to eat theirs. more yummy crust for me. i wonder is this applies to people. not the crusty part, but the rejected end part tasting yummy… you know what i mean.
There is a lady upstairs in my new apartment and everyday I can hear her heels click against the hardwood floor. I asked my roommate what do you think she does for a living. For all I know, he says, it could be our one legged friend and his fake pegleg.
Not even red heels heal me anymore.
He’ll never show up again.
Feels like hell on the throat.
Like frozen hills and a gray sky.
Head over heels.
Heels are tall. I should wear them though because I am very short. They come in pretty colors and pretty designs. They are not really my style though and are too expensive. My friends wear them a lot. Especially my friend Bea. She is Asian.
heels and go to the mountain. see the sea and swim with the flipper around the isle. bring those spirit back to the mountain
She dances gracefully around the stage,
All eyes on her.
Her brown hair sweeps across her face.
The techniques she knows and perfects,
As she steps from heel to toe.
Her heels are dirty; she must walk around barefoot often. I like that in a woman. When the sun is out and it’s warm, there’s nothing like feeling the grass between your toes.
I fell again. God! What is the point of these things we where. I have a theory. They weapons… hidden. Like in Japan they couldn’t have weapons ao they hid them as farming tools. That is what we do, murder people in alleys with our stilettos
Heels make me fall of the stairs. I fell twice today, but I don’t care. Heels make me happy. Red, shiny, needle – like, tall, kitten, purple, blue, muddy.
nothing like a pair of heels to make a woman’s legs and ass scream
“come and get me!”
makes me want to go buy more heels just thinking about it.
I love to wear heels. Actually I hate it. They make people either look sophisticated, or sloppy. If you aren’t tall and you aren’t thin, you will only look sloppy. This look will not get you a date unless you are wearing them to a club. People who don’t live in a major metropolis really shouldn’t wear heels at all.
I fell I didn’t mean to. But right into him. Around the corner. It was humiliating and I felt my face burn. I guess that’s high school. Everything swam as I picked myself up off the floor and dusted myself off. I smiled. He was cute I can’t deny. We had been watching him. I wanted to talk to him but he just walked on.
i feel again. damn you heels. I know you make me look so damn awesome but gosh dang it you suck to walk in. I trip and make a fool of myself, and by the end of the day i want to cut off my own feet. But damn when i see my self in the mirror i know that i look awesome
I can’t stand heels. For one thing, they’re bad for your feet. I worked for a podiatrist and according to him, heels were a big no-no. For another thing, I always feel like I’m going to topple over in them. I once had to wear them in a wedding and I had to practice before the big day.
Heels… are impossible to walk in. I mean, they’re bad for your feet. Why do people put up with them? I would, except for the pain. But I want to wear a wonderful pear so badly…
the greatest, or the worst invention? i was once told that they were invented by men to make womans butts look bigger, and harder for them to run away. i think that may be true.
the heels of my feet are scraped and bruised. i have to walk on my toes, now, where ever i go. i walked in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now i’ll forever have shards of your heart stuck into my heels.
God what’s with all these expectations society is putting on me? I like converse, not high heels. I like graphic tees and jeans, not skin tight dresses. If the world can’t accept me for who I am then I guess that’s just too bad cause they don’t really have a choice.
they hurt. I could barely walk in them across the school yard but I had to get to the dance. the looks on everyone’s faces would be priceless. I loved these shoes but they would not stop me from getting where i wanted to be.