Softer than leather, the braided rope felt more like feathers caressing her wrists as she twisted in anticipation. She swallowed hard as he lowered himself onto her lap, his thighs hard like cage bars and his excitement evident, even through the layers of clothing separating them.
Braided. My word is braided. Like the cords of life are braided around. Like hair is braided into fancy ropes. I learned to braid early on. I don’t remember being taught, I feel like I’ve always known how to do it. Meaning I probably learned early. Mom braided my hair every day when I was younger.
The Universe is braided with so many different reality possibilities and the one you get…the one you choose…depends on your attitude and happiness and gratitude level. Be in the vortex. You won’t regret it.
Her secret admirer gazed at her from afar. Would she ever know how much she was loved and longed after? Would anyone ever tell her she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth? Would she ever know how angelic she looked as the sunset shone on her braided hair with flowers entwined in it. These are the things her secret admirer himself would never be able to tell her.
I braided my classmates hair when I was in highschool. That’s actually what I was most popular for. That and dating a football player boyfriend who loved to hug and flirt with everything moving. lol
“how could you ever love me?” said the girl with the plain brown hair braided in a simple braid down her back, and the simple cloth dress.
“how could I not? he replied.
Her hair was braided into an intricate bun. Her life was interwined within his fingers. He braided her hair with his dirty cookie fingers that smelt like butter. He was a two year old. Only two year olds smell like butter – because they’re always eating cookies. I like cookies.
Her hair was braided in two plaits
Either side of her pretty little head
The gap in her teeth and the blueness of her eyes
Shone bright from the centre of her soul
Her innocence could be seen on every corner street of the city she walked
The only thing he really remembered clearly was how the stars hung low in the sky that night, twinkling and hazy and just as unreachable as her heart. Maybe orange moonlight braided itself into her mess of hair, curling from the late summer humidity. Maybe cicadas stilled in the magnolia trees, seemingly holding their breath as they waited for her reply. Maybe a thin brown mantis struck at a wayward moth, attracted to the false moon of the streetlamp.
He can make himself believe that any one of these things happened that night—but he can’t delude himself when it comes to the memory that matters most.
“Your hair’s so thick and long. It’s good for braiding,” Whillouby said to Sophie.
“Yeah, it sure has grown quite thick.”
“What kind of braid should I do.”
“Surprise me.”
“Cool. I’ve go the perfect one in mind”
braided = intertwined. most people would think of hair. but braiding really is just about connecting pieces of a whole…intertwining them to make something more beautiful than the original. Like people.
twine and rope can be braided effectively creating an artistic object that can define areas in a space. It is amazing the sophistication that can be seen when braided items
She threaded her hands around the three thick twigs, curling the red wool around itself in an intricate spider web pattern. Her legs were crossed, and the morning sun was soft on her back. She sat silently in the circle, surrounded by others who also weaved thread with steady hands and calm eyes. They braided dream catchers in the morning light while others were still dancing from the night before.
my head hurts
I think too much. why am i doing this? Unawkward my walk because my talk is too convincing. I’m the victim a product of my family’s shortcomings. are we evil to make mistakes? no, but then why am I’m being judged
time is embedded through our life line such as our hair keeps track
braided through every remark and every ending and start
so as it intersect we keep pushing and accepting that around us
this is life and we have to appreciate it as it is now with rush.
braiding hair is one of the best feelings, the care in the persons actions as they play with your hair weaving it into designs…. its magical and i cherish every second.
I see my grandmother, taking my long hair into her old and skillful hands, taming it all into beautifully woven sculptures that made me feel more female and lovely than I have ever felt since.
Her hair was a nappy, tangled, mess, but once it was braided, she could feel somewhat the same, like she fit in. it was calming. Her wild curls didn’t stand out in the crowd when they were braided back.
the hair was braided together and it was a wonder to behold. I believe that I have never seen such tight braids before. It is so wonderful that i may have to take a picture.
sometimes i dont know where im going but then i think maybe thats okay anyways the sun will die in about five years i think but i might be wrong so uh lol time is ending just like everything else a sweet song about love
So, the girl walked swinging with her hair braided, all neighbours were touched by the shiny colour of her hair, and she smiled at them hearty, winkink at Scottie, the funny guy whom she’s been talking to for over a month.
He braided her hair, and he painted her nails. She taught him to throw a football and hit a home run. He gave her make-up tips in exchange for trips to the ballpark, where they’d watch the home team fail and fail again to achieve a win. She wanted to be feminine; he wanted to be masculine. They figured that they should help each other, even though it wasn’t really beneficial to either of their real identities.
Syndicate neon purple, electric green- Barbies of the night- we pedestaled their great plastic perfection as we twisted pur fingers through faux hair. Now I think of Kate, as opposite from barbie as any girl could be, she smells like this real earth and wilting roses and cottonwood buds- she looks at me, tells me to message her when my hair gets long enough , and I can join the Mega Bundle- 5 girls/girls/nanofems with hair long enough to braid together.
Softer than leather, the braided rope felt more like feathers caressing her wrists as she twisted in anticipation. She swallowed hard as he lowered himself onto her lap, his thighs hard like cage bars and his excitement evident, even through the layers of clothing separating them.
Her hair wasn’t braided how she had hoped it was going to be braided so because of that she never had her hair braided again.
braided hmmm tell me what to say i cant write real good because my hair is braided.
Braided. My word is braided. Like the cords of life are braided around. Like hair is braided into fancy ropes. I learned to braid early on. I don’t remember being taught, I feel like I’ve always known how to do it. Meaning I probably learned early. Mom braided my hair every day when I was younger.
It is a name when you are outside ofter school. and when you braided hair..
The Universe is braided with so many different reality possibilities and the one you get…the one you choose…depends on your attitude and happiness and gratitude level. Be in the vortex. You won’t regret it.
It is a name when you are outside ofter school
I watched my mom braid my sisters hair. It was weird because she braided my brothers hair yesterday. She also braided her own hair.
Her hair was braided. That is a braided not. Many people like to braid hair. When people braid it looks cool. Braiding can be hard.
The girls braided hair into a freng braid they braided baskets the braided braclets/ neckleec they
Her secret admirer gazed at her from afar. Would she ever know how much she was loved and longed after? Would anyone ever tell her she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth? Would she ever know how angelic she looked as the sunset shone on her braided hair with flowers entwined in it. These are the things her secret admirer himself would never be able to tell her.
I braided my classmates hair when I was in highschool. That’s actually what I was most popular for. That and dating a football player boyfriend who loved to hug and flirt with everything moving. lol
I braided my friend’s mother’s hair and she braided my hair. She also braided her daughter’s hair at the sleepover.
“how could you ever love me?” said the girl with the plain brown hair braided in a simple braid down her back, and the simple cloth dress.
“how could I not? he replied.
i braided my hair for the first time today. At first i was scared, It wasn’t perfect but at least I tried. I’m happy about that.
Her hair was braided into an intricate bun. Her life was interwined within his fingers. He braided her hair with his dirty cookie fingers that smelt like butter. He was a two year old. Only two year olds smell like butter – because they’re always eating cookies. I like cookies.
Her hair was braided in two plaits
Either side of her pretty little head
The gap in her teeth and the blueness of her eyes
Shone bright from the centre of her soul
Her innocence could be seen on every corner street of the city she walked
The only thing he really remembered clearly was how the stars hung low in the sky that night, twinkling and hazy and just as unreachable as her heart. Maybe orange moonlight braided itself into her mess of hair, curling from the late summer humidity. Maybe cicadas stilled in the magnolia trees, seemingly holding their breath as they waited for her reply. Maybe a thin brown mantis struck at a wayward moth, attracted to the false moon of the streetlamp.
He can make himself believe that any one of these things happened that night—but he can’t delude himself when it comes to the memory that matters most.
“Your hair’s so thick and long. It’s good for braiding,” Whillouby said to Sophie.
“Yeah, it sure has grown quite thick.”
“What kind of braid should I do.”
“Surprise me.”
“Cool. I’ve go the perfect one in mind”
braided = intertwined. most people would think of hair. but braiding really is just about connecting pieces of a whole…intertwining them to make something more beautiful than the original. Like people.
twine and rope can be braided effectively creating an artistic object that can define areas in a space. It is amazing the sophistication that can be seen when braided items
She threaded her hands around the three thick twigs, curling the red wool around itself in an intricate spider web pattern. Her legs were crossed, and the morning sun was soft on her back. She sat silently in the circle, surrounded by others who also weaved thread with steady hands and calm eyes. They braided dream catchers in the morning light while others were still dancing from the night before.
my head hurts
I think too much. why am i doing this? Unawkward my walk because my talk is too convincing. I’m the victim a product of my family’s shortcomings. are we evil to make mistakes? no, but then why am I’m being judged
time is embedded through our life line such as our hair keeps track
braided through every remark and every ending and start
so as it intersect we keep pushing and accepting that around us
this is life and we have to appreciate it as it is now with rush.
i used to do this in highscool. i was damn good at it. now my fingers hurt like an old lady with arthritis lol thats corny but what the hell!
braiding hair is one of the best feelings, the care in the persons actions as they play with your hair weaving it into designs…. its magical and i cherish every second.
Braided. To weave together strips or strands of.
My heart is weaved together to your heart.
Hoping that each strand of it will get us through.
May it weaved us together, from me to you.
I see my grandmother, taking my long hair into her old and skillful hands, taming it all into beautifully woven sculptures that made me feel more female and lovely than I have ever felt since.
Her hair was a nappy, tangled, mess, but once it was braided, she could feel somewhat the same, like she fit in. it was calming. Her wild curls didn’t stand out in the crowd when they were braided back.
the hair was braided together and it was a wonder to behold. I believe that I have never seen such tight braids before. It is so wonderful that i may have to take a picture.
One. Two. Three.
Strands overlapping,
Weaving
In and out,
In and out.
One strong hold.
United.
Together.
Braided.
If I braided my hair. Would you care? But to bridget bardot, yes we all know.
She braided the horse’s mane and got ready for the competition. The horse looked gorgeous and strong and the day was going to be brilliant.
sometimes i dont know where im going but then i think maybe thats okay anyways the sun will die in about five years i think but i might be wrong so uh lol time is ending just like everything else a sweet song about love
like the kids with smiles too bright
and shoes too small, bought in someone else’s yard three summers before
..come to think of it
there aren’t any words pure enough
The Scots have a tradition in which they play the pipes wearing braided skirts and white shirts. They might as well braid their hair.
So, the girl walked swinging with her hair braided, all neighbours were touched by the shiny colour of her hair, and she smiled at them hearty, winkink at Scottie, the funny guy whom she’s been talking to for over a month.
He braided her hair, and he painted her nails. She taught him to throw a football and hit a home run. He gave her make-up tips in exchange for trips to the ballpark, where they’d watch the home team fail and fail again to achieve a win. She wanted to be feminine; he wanted to be masculine. They figured that they should help each other, even though it wasn’t really beneficial to either of their real identities.
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brian
so
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never
friday
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leaving
leav
light
under
skyn
Syndicate neon purple, electric green- Barbies of the night- we pedestaled their great plastic perfection as we twisted pur fingers through faux hair. Now I think of Kate, as opposite from barbie as any girl could be, she smells like this real earth and wilting roses and cottonwood buds- she looks at me, tells me to message her when my hair gets long enough , and I can join the Mega Bundle- 5 girls/girls/nanofems with hair long enough to braid together.