her eyes had me pinned to my knees, that’s how I felt at least. in reality she just had me at hello, miss long lashes, with them deep brown wells of goodhearted hope, smiling without curving her lips.
i love long lashes, long dark full lashes, but i’m not all that fond of the new mascara brushes that they have these days. Plastic, i just want the old wire or hair ones that actually worked. is that too hard to hard to ask?
on top of your eye, what i coat mascara on to make myself look alive, when someone beats on you verbally or mentally for a constant period of time, they LASH out on you
I had eyelashes once. I would flap them harder than all the other boys and I would just fly through the water. But eventually (as to everyone) they wilted and died, and I took to wearing them on my belt (it was the style at the time). But it wasn’t to be.
The lashes of my eyes twinkled with freshly fallen snow. Ice layer everything, winter had just begun. The time of snow ball fights and snowman. I love winter.
His lashes were far more perfect than mine. My own lashes were stick-straight and short. His were thick and curled at the tips. I wanted them as my own, but that would be impossible. The way the ends of his hair would curl reminded me of his lashes.
She didn’t notice the fact that they rested on her cheek without stopping to think about it. They must be, where else would they go? So light. Unnoticeable. Just like everything else about her.
I have eye lashes. People tell me that I have long eye lashes actually. I think I got it from my mom. She has great, long eye lashes too. I even got complimented on them the other day.
She dabbed her lashes at me. Those long, black lashes that always felt so soft against my cheek when were together. But today her lashes were covering her tears. Tears I caused.
27 lashes. That’s what they told me. The first 7 were brutal, the switch was poorly made and the tiny knots lining left deepened bruises on my flesh and the unclean edges peeled thin slices of flesh from my backside. By 14 I was numb. I could hear the whipping, but no longer cared enough to cry out. By 24 I challenged them to keep whipping me, beat me til I die! I told them. By 27 I was dead. Unfortunately it was just the inside that withered up and disappeared.
You hide behing long dark black lashes and you think no one sees the pain hiding in your blue eyes, but babe, we see. You’re that boy that wants to get caught up in lust, but you’re afraid to fall (hard) in love.
You lash out at people for absolutely no reason. “He lashes out at passersby because he’s mad he can’t have a cat.” They are on your face. “Lashes protect your eyes from dirt and other foreign material.”
I have regular size eye lashes that are brown. I wish they were longer. I have a student who has the longest brown lashes. I am envious. Lashes are good tools to have when you cry.
she batted her lashes
and the thunder struck
the dark surrounded her
and she sang aloud
her breathy voice
the heavy tone
drifted out to sea
and the jubilee
that rose into the air
sighed softly
as the wind embraced her yet again.
Eyelashes longer than should be possible, always scratching at glasses -sunglasses, reading glasses…you know, the really important things that enhance and protect your eyes. And they’re never long enough for fashion…
A delightful dessert created for people with Trichoitillamania. It consists of cillia like tendrils of deep fried sugar. It is often created to celebrate a patients remission from the disease.
My eyelashea are long and beautiful…even without aascara I often find myself batting them, my best feature I think. My mom used to always clip them to promote growth
Fifty lashes with a wet noodle. False eyelashes I ripped off a week ago, wrapped in a Post it note and placed in the outside pocket of my wallet. Remembered them this morning and put them on my dashboard. Wonder how long they will stay there?
When I was in high school I put vaseline on my eyelashes. It made them stick together and seem darker. I was too afraid to wear makeup. Are greasy eyelids sexy?
her eyes had me pinned to my knees, that’s how I felt at least. in reality she just had me at hello, miss long lashes, with them deep brown wells of goodhearted hope, smiling without curving her lips.
don’t lash out on me, don’t constantly beat me down
you can turn off the sun, but i’m still gonna shine
thanks, jason mraz.
i love long lashes, long dark full lashes, but i’m not all that fond of the new mascara brushes that they have these days. Plastic, i just want the old wire or hair ones that actually worked. is that too hard to hard to ask?
on top of your eye, what i coat mascara on to make myself look alive, when someone beats on you verbally or mentally for a constant period of time, they LASH out on you
You plucked an eyelash from my cheek, bade me make a wish
Possibility percolates through my hazy conscious
But I have everything I want in you.
I had eyelashes once. I would flap them harder than all the other boys and I would just fly through the water. But eventually (as to everyone) they wilted and died, and I took to wearing them on my belt (it was the style at the time). But it wasn’t to be.
she battered her eyelashes like a total flirt and i wondered again why i was her friend
The lashes of my eyes twinkled with freshly fallen snow. Ice layer everything, winter had just begun. The time of snow ball fights and snowman. I love winter.
Her lashes danced up and down her face, so buried in their makeup shells and expensive creams that the initial face below was unrecognizable.
His lashes were far more perfect than mine. My own lashes were stick-straight and short. His were thick and curled at the tips. I wanted them as my own, but that would be impossible. The way the ends of his hair would curl reminded me of his lashes.
They were long and black.
She didn’t notice the fact that they rested on her cheek without stopping to think about it. They must be, where else would they go? So light. Unnoticeable. Just like everything else about her.
I have eye lashes. People tell me that I have long eye lashes actually. I think I got it from my mom. She has great, long eye lashes too. I even got complimented on them the other day.
She dabbed her lashes at me. Those long, black lashes that always felt so soft against my cheek when were together. But today her lashes were covering her tears. Tears I caused.
long, lashes. I see the lashes of my daughter, so new and fresh. Free from makeup. I see my lashes. long and dark, blackened with mascara.
27 lashes. That’s what they told me. The first 7 were brutal, the switch was poorly made and the tiny knots lining left deepened bruises on my flesh and the unclean edges peeled thin slices of flesh from my backside. By 14 I was numb. I could hear the whipping, but no longer cared enough to cry out. By 24 I challenged them to keep whipping me, beat me til I die! I told them. By 27 I was dead. Unfortunately it was just the inside that withered up and disappeared.
You hide behing long dark black lashes and you think no one sees the pain hiding in your blue eyes, but babe, we see. You’re that boy that wants to get caught up in lust, but you’re afraid to fall (hard) in love.
the eyelash falls on the bridge of her nose. he takes a gentle finger and brushes it off. make a wish, he says. all she wants is him.
You lash out at people for absolutely no reason. “He lashes out at passersby because he’s mad he can’t have a cat.” They are on your face. “Lashes protect your eyes from dirt and other foreign material.”
Too many, all across his skin. Nothing was spared: Chest, back, face, belly. Everything sliced back open. Black rope. Broken blood, broken breath.
I have regular size eye lashes that are brown. I wish they were longer. I have a student who has the longest brown lashes. I am envious. Lashes are good tools to have when you cry.
she batted her lashes
and the thunder struck
the dark surrounded her
and she sang aloud
her breathy voice
the heavy tone
drifted out to sea
and the jubilee
that rose into the air
sighed softly
as the wind embraced her yet again.
Eyelashes longer than should be possible, always scratching at glasses -sunglasses, reading glasses…you know, the really important things that enhance and protect your eyes. And they’re never long enough for fashion…
A delightful dessert created for people with Trichoitillamania. It consists of cillia like tendrils of deep fried sugar. It is often created to celebrate a patients remission from the disease.
Watch as she lashes out at the man. Thats cool. This word sucks.
My eyelashea are long and beautiful…even without aascara I often find myself batting them, my best feature I think. My mom used to always clip them to promote growth
they rubbed gently against her cheek as they fluttered, weighed down by the heavy salt laden tears and she could do nothing to stem there flow.
Long
Fierce
Queen Latifa
Cover Girl
Maybeline
Dark
Blink of an eye
Lashes are big, thin, and short
they are nice and mean
and can do anything
No matter what they look like
you should love them
long and dark,
your feeling the remark,
smooth, fooling,
my heart is blooming,
going crazy and you’ll never see,
who I’m really going to be,
Batting them slowly
Flirtatiously
Accentuate your eyes
Make them shine
Long and pretty
So so pretty
Beautiful, lovely
Lovely Lashes
you look up
you look down
you can’t see your own
how will you know
everyone has them
what can i say
beautiful lashes
taking my breath away
Mascara, black
whether short
or long
part of face
shades eyes
1 blink, 2, 3
lashes
Lashes
Soft, wavy beautiful lashes
When you look into someone’s eyes
Your read who they are
Lashes, soft wavy beautiful lashes
Defines who you are
Long, lengthy, beautiful
Individual.
All your own,
wear them with makeup or free.
Its up to you,
after all they are all yours.
Lashes.
knot died before easter so i decided not to fast
Fifty lashes with a wet noodle. False eyelashes I ripped off a week ago, wrapped in a Post it note and placed in the outside pocket of my wallet. Remembered them this morning and put them on my dashboard. Wonder how long they will stay there?
You could bat your lashes ten thousand times, my friend
But you’d still remain just that.
thick, dark, hiding
thoughts
and feelings
sexy, flirty
saying
I love you
Lashes
When I was in high school I put vaseline on my eyelashes. It made them stick together and seem darker. I was too afraid to wear makeup. Are greasy eyelids sexy?
Long lashes, short lashes. You gotta love em! Even if yours are kind of short their still yours. So be proud of your lashes and be mascara free!!!