The first thing that I think of me and my dad running around inside the roller rink, others wondering where our skates were. He wanted to skate, I didnt, he taught me anyway, Im glad he did, I love it now.
She draged the roller slowly over the wall, hiding the murky green with fresh white, with the new paint comes a new beginning this will be her re-birth
I like roller skates. Me and my fog ride roller skates. one time i crashes a pair of skates, banged my knee on a curb, its screwed up now. also i like the sound of the word, it rolls so nicely
Roller skates were never my good friend. I couldn’t really skate, but I didnt fall every second. But i pretended I sucked, and he held my hand. I love you roller skates.
The roller rink was long abandoned, an empty memory of a past time. The adults drove by slowly, watching the decaying bits of their past fall to bits. Everything was gone now, every ounce of happiness drained out of their life. Now, it was all accounts and finances. There was no more laughter.
We used to always talk about doing fun things together.
About caring.
About never letting each other go.
One of those things was roller skating…
But now you’re gone. You left me behind.
And I’m off to skate alone.
I wish to one day be a part of a roller derby team. Not because I want to be a harsh person or someone who is perceived as tough, but because I wish to connect with other women and celebrate the facts of who we want to be.
Roller. Roller Rink. Rolling. Rolling down the hill. Rolling around with friends, with dogs, having a good time. It feels nice to roll. I’m going to go roll down a hill.
I used to love to rollerblade. I don’t know when that got away from me. Maybe it was the summer I moved to some god forsaken dustbowl that had no paved roads or sidewalks. Damn dirt roads! Damn them all! :D
I roller bladed across the isles of the local Wallmart, I am SO busted if i get caught, were my last thoughts before rollerblading right into the manager. O great…
I loved roller blading as a kid. The best part was feeling the wind rush through my hair and whip across my face when I went really fast. That’s why I never wanted to wear a helmet. Fortunately enough I never got in any crashes. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I fell.
this is roller again, it is the same everyday, I didn’t know that.
Well that is what it is.
Fine, does it come in blue?
No
Orange?
No, what is wrong with pink?
Nothing
I had two more hours on the job and the roller fell into the dirt. Being a stage hand wasn’t as glamorous as being on stage, but hey, the world is mine somehow and you all know what the Bard says…
It was a cigarette roller. Why in the world would a 13 year old girl have a cigarette roller? The mother was concerned. Her daughter shouldn’t be smoking cigarettes! And where would she even be able to get one of these things, let alone learn how to use it? Maybe she should have paid more attention.
When I was 11 I met a stylish second cousin who had the same name as me. I asked her how she got her hair to look so great. She said she used orange juice cans as hair rollers. I wanted to know how she could sleep in them, and she said that she slept on her face. Her hair was great, but I wonder what her face looks like now.
She was roller blading down the street, the wind blowing through her hair. It was morning, and summer, and the Texas sun beat down on her as she raced between cars and mailboxes and other kids out in the good weather.
He rounded upon her, smiling in that way she could never ignore. She always loved roller blading with him on those beautiful mornings.
my first rollercoaster was kraken, i got to the top and realized i regretted it instantly. too late. as it descended, my risks soared, my thoughts, my actions. they were mine. forever.
My professor was excited by news of the roller derby team. It was a veiled reference to her homosexuality. I didn’t say anything, but I smiled inside, comforted by my knowledge.
On the walkway, a the crossroads, a retinue of high-rollers roll by on in-line roller-skaters, dressed in three piece suits, ties at their backs, flipping like white flags in the breeze, their brief cases slowly leaking currency.
Rollerblading…the rolling pin flew across the granite countertop, i watched memorized by the speed, like a car zooming across a huge doughy road. being 5, watching mom cook
This year my class went roller skating for a trip and me and my best friend held hands the entire time so we wouldn’t fall over, a lot of the girls were doing this, however the immature boys thought it was funny and were trying to knock the girls down. With me and my best friend they did not succeed. We’re just that awesome!
if a roller is something you put in your hair, why do you also put it on your feet? Two completely opposite oxy morons on the same word that kills both eventually. If so, why is the government conspiring against us in this way? Some sort of conspiracy I think.
Roller blading down my old driveway, I pondered life’s existence. I thought about how, easily, I could fall down and it would all be over. Pretty intense stuff for an 8 year old, huh?
roller disco stu
lots of moms rollers scattered on the floor
rolling amugst cloudy scatters of flowers
roling wheels, dog on wheels
The first thing that I think of me and my dad running around inside the roller rink, others wondering where our skates were. He wanted to skate, I didnt, he taught me anyway, Im glad he did, I love it now.
She draged the roller slowly over the wall, hiding the murky green with fresh white, with the new paint comes a new beginning this will be her re-birth
I like roller skates. Me and my fog ride roller skates. one time i crashes a pair of skates, banged my knee on a curb, its screwed up now. also i like the sound of the word, it rolls so nicely
Roller skates were never my good friend. I couldn’t really skate, but I didnt fall every second. But i pretended I sucked, and he held my hand. I love you roller skates.
The roller rink was long abandoned, an empty memory of a past time. The adults drove by slowly, watching the decaying bits of their past fall to bits. Everything was gone now, every ounce of happiness drained out of their life. Now, it was all accounts and finances. There was no more laughter.
We used to always talk about doing fun things together.
About caring.
About never letting each other go.
One of those things was roller skating…
But now you’re gone. You left me behind.
And I’m off to skate alone.
I wish to one day be a part of a roller derby team. Not because I want to be a harsh person or someone who is perceived as tough, but because I wish to connect with other women and celebrate the facts of who we want to be.
Roller. Roller Rink. Rolling. Rolling down the hill. Rolling around with friends, with dogs, having a good time. It feels nice to roll. I’m going to go roll down a hill.
i hav roller blaeds they are vintage and are worth alot of mone haha i roller with my rolller blades
I used to love to rollerblade. I don’t know when that got away from me. Maybe it was the summer I moved to some god forsaken dustbowl that had no paved roads or sidewalks. Damn dirt roads! Damn them all! :D
Her hair was as silky as can be, and no matter how long she left a roller in, it would not take keep a curl.
He took the ink roller through the ink pan then rolled it over the type setting before he set the printer to print the page.
I roller bladed across the isles of the local Wallmart, I am SO busted if i get caught, were my last thoughts before rollerblading right into the manager. O great…
I loved roller blading as a kid. The best part was feeling the wind rush through my hair and whip across my face when I went really fast. That’s why I never wanted to wear a helmet. Fortunately enough I never got in any crashes. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I fell.
this is roller again, it is the same everyday, I didn’t know that.
Well that is what it is.
Fine, does it come in blue?
No
Orange?
No, what is wrong with pink?
Nothing
Hey there holy roller, I heard you had it out for me. Your words taste bad on my tongue so I’ll spit them back into your eye, if you don’t mind.
I know you don’t. You haven’t got one.
Try crusading elsewhere.
She was a roller. She moved and loved and sang and danced. She was a roller, she was beautiful.
I had two more hours on the job and the roller fell into the dirt. Being a stage hand wasn’t as glamorous as being on stage, but hey, the world is mine somehow and you all know what the Bard says…
damn! when you get blocked and you are not a roller it shows. And I am being rolled by this bar. Its like dead on impact. and I just hit.
The roller lied on the floor, abandoned, silently dripping paint onto a dusty floor. The world around was silent.
It was a cigarette roller. Why in the world would a 13 year old girl have a cigarette roller? The mother was concerned. Her daughter shouldn’t be smoking cigarettes! And where would she even be able to get one of these things, let alone learn how to use it? Maybe she should have paid more attention.
When I was 11 I met a stylish second cousin who had the same name as me. I asked her how she got her hair to look so great. She said she used orange juice cans as hair rollers. I wanted to know how she could sleep in them, and she said that she slept on her face. Her hair was great, but I wonder what her face looks like now.
She was roller blading down the street, the wind blowing through her hair. It was morning, and summer, and the Texas sun beat down on her as she raced between cars and mailboxes and other kids out in the good weather.
He rounded upon her, smiling in that way she could never ignore. She always loved roller blading with him on those beautiful mornings.
The roller coaster was amazing! Fast and high with twists and turns and going upside down! The down turn was my best friend threw up on me.
my first rollercoaster was kraken, i got to the top and realized i regretted it instantly. too late. as it descended, my risks soared, my thoughts, my actions. they were mine. forever.
my grandma used to wear rollers in her hair every morning to drop me off at school i was so embarassed at the time but i love that memo now
my grandma used to wear rollers in her hair every morning to drop me off at school love her for that…….
My professor was excited by news of the roller derby team. It was a veiled reference to her homosexuality. I didn’t say anything, but I smiled inside, comforted by my knowledge.
On the walkway, a the crossroads, a retinue of high-rollers roll by on in-line roller-skaters, dressed in three piece suits, ties at their backs, flipping like white flags in the breeze, their brief cases slowly leaking currency.
Rollerblading…the rolling pin flew across the granite countertop, i watched memorized by the speed, like a car zooming across a huge doughy road. being 5, watching mom cook
roll roll roll yer boat gently down the stream.
ROLLER. HAIR ROLLER.
rolly polly aliens.
WORD ASSOCIATION GAME. done.
The skates clamoured across the floor, balance sketchy, always the chance of a 1. Nevertheless, I had fun.
Rollers in her hair, Jennifer went to answer the door. Her silk bathrobe wrapped around her was the only thing protecting her modesty.
This year my class went roller skating for a trip and me and my best friend held hands the entire time so we wouldn’t fall over, a lot of the girls were doing this, however the immature boys thought it was funny and were trying to knock the girls down. With me and my best friend they did not succeed. We’re just that awesome!
Roller is word that begins with r. Rabbit also begins with r. Matt like rabbits, especially in a stew. Time up.
if a roller is something you put in your hair, why do you also put it on your feet? Two completely opposite oxy morons on the same word that kills both eventually. If so, why is the government conspiring against us in this way? Some sort of conspiracy I think.
Roller….blade?? YES :D best fun ever!!! Me, 3 friend, 8 skates, best day in a long time.
I’m rollerblading around this track
And trying hard not to look back
She’s gaining fast, of this I know
But when I whip I’ll let her go.
Roller blading down my old driveway, I pondered life’s existence. I thought about how, easily, I could fall down and it would all be over. Pretty intense stuff for an 8 year old, huh?