Earrings are stupid. They do nothing but attract people’s attention to their ears which is hardly the place most people want to look on other people. Some are huge, some are golden and some stretch people’s ears out so bad they have to have surgery to fix. Its just a
another earring i find on the floor. this makes 6, i think. i put it back on my desk with the others and wonder, how do they get off the desk? do they jump? do they push each other ala king of the mountain? my 3 year old sticks his head in my room. ‘hi mom’ he says, and now i think i know.
Sparkling, falling, lost and found. My earrings never hit the ground. I try to make them match all right, but somehow the pain is never in sight. I love the way they look on the punks and emo kids. I admisre
I dont think guys should have earrings. Maybe its just the social deviant in me against the “cool thing” right now, but whatever it is, earrings on guys are not girl. But for girls, they have the potential to look very elegant and classy, but in some cases not so much.
My dad gave me these beautiful diamond earrings just a few months ago. I wear them every day and hardly ever take them off. Its as if he is with me everywhere I go.
Its nice. I like simply beautiful things like my diamond earrings.
He held the earring between two fingers as he watched her walk up the path to her flat. He knew he should give it back straight away, but it proved him with the perfect excuse to see her again; gain her confidence.
He stared at the jewel a moment longer before slipping it into his pocket.
“This will be easier than I first thought,” he whispered.
What a loop it was to be on Katie’s drug. It was unlike anything my sixteen years of life had shown me. It was wet. And soft. And beautiful. It was momentary. But it would live in the recesses of my brain forever.
She had an earring in her left ear. Well, maybe her right too, I couldn’t see that one. But her profile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She turned away in an instant, but I remember that earring.
I found a single pearl earring under a cracked floorboard in my bedroom. It was an interesting discovery because I cannot account owning any. Being that I’m single, I’m positive it wasn’t another woman. It sparked my fancy; such an old and historical house as this one would be full of secrets.
On some level, it’s always freaked me out to see young babies with pierced ears. Being 25 years old, it should seem like I should have my ears pierced, like virtually everyone else I know. I think that I’m aware of a few things which stand in my way: I don’t like needles, or pain, I don’t have the money to spend to buy earrings, and not having earrings is another indicator of the fact that I don’t really take my appearance into account on a daily basis. Frugality? Nope, just a massive inferiority complex and a healthy paranoia of sharp objects near my head.
“Mine are better,” she snarled. “They’re bigger.”
“No, mine are,” another said. “They’re rounder and better proportioned.”
“Well, mine have better color and don’t hang as low,” a third chimed.
“Mine are perfect,” a fourth girl uttered. “They’re small but made of better material. You may even say mine are perky,”
If one looked closely enough at her flat, black-headed mushroom of a nose, they would notice that the single silver stud in it was actually an earring, perhaps stolen from an older sister long ago.
“Oh, I love those,” Eleanor lipped across the dining room, surely to some vague acquaintance hadn’t seen in some-odd months, probably sitting with her husband or lesbian lover or both at the other side of the restaurant.
“Honey, you’re not listening to me.” I returned, sternly, grabbing her by the wrist.
“Oh, gosh, Teddy, get over it. I’m so sick of you being so serious. What is it now? You didn’t get you early afternoon Perrier?” She pulled her hand back.
“I want a divorce.” I said, the words hanging loosely like apples. “Not like the fake, stay-separated-for-six-months-and-get-back-together kind of divorce. I want a real one.”
As I put on my last earring and put the finishing touches on my dress and my makeup, I couldn’t help but wonder what I looked like from someone else’s perspective. I felt beautiful. It was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. Then, I realized that it didn’t matter what everyone else thought. As long as I felt confident it didn’t matter what the others said.
Today’s trends in earrings are horrible. In Seattle, the earrings, if that’s even the right term, that stretch your ears out are commonplace and disgusting. I’ve seen a couple people with the giant holes in there ears hanging loose, and that’s even worse. It completely creeps me out.
Earrings make a girl look really beautiful. My mother used to have lots of earrings. I never knew why. She had four holes in each ear. So, I guess earrings remind me of her.
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.Her cold eyes imploring the men buried in their macbooks, looking for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.Stepping up boldly, I stuck out my hand.I said, “I was just a child then, now I’m only a man”. Remember me? Remember how we used to be? Shouldn’t we be closer?
As I opened the old wooden box that my grandma left me, I took in all the jewelry that was so precious to her. I couldn’t help but thinking: why me? Was I always her favorite?
earring is in my ear
currently a 6g
going to a 4g or 2g
I don’t know if I should go up to a 0g because it looks scary.
My mom still doesn’t know about my second piercing and I think it’s been over a month.
I am stupid and crazy.
I need to buy more earrings.
Everybody must think I’m a freak for stretching my ears.
Earring are beautiful jewelry that various women wear to make themselves look more fashionable. they can enhance a persons look or even sometimes make them less appealing. but nowadays everybody wears them even guys. so it is becoming a big trend
He ripped off his earring and threw it viciously into the lake, watching it create a small splash. He stared at the remaining ripples that the gold jewelry left in the water.
I stared at the earrings he placed in my palm. “This are gorgeous, Paul, but I can’t take them.” Slowly, I folded them back into his hand.
He bore a look of confusion “What? Why not?”
“Because… I’ve been cheating on you… With your brother.”
Paul looked shocked for a moment before the anger set in.
There was a girl with the golden earring. Yeah, THE golden earrings. Her hair was ruby and soft to the touch; I would know since I sat right behind her. She never spoke much, always dazing off in class. But she was beautiful in that plain and simple way. Not extravagant or fancy but just natural.
And for 7 months I’ve been inexplicably fascinated by her, but she didn’t even know my nam.
I chomped slowly on the food, trying to depict it’s flavor. It wasn’t sweet, but it wasnt very salty either. “What the hell did you feed me, Joe?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I found it on the floor.” My friend laughed at my as I spit out the food
“Damn it! I knew not to trust you!” I wiped my mouth and kept spitting the food on the ground.
I don’t understand it! I’m always missing an earring. Seriously…every night I place BOTH earrings in my special jewelry box that my mother in law gave me. I go to put them in the next morning & POOF… one is missing!!!!! I *hate* only having 1 earring of every kind. I have no clue what happens during the night!
She lost her earring down the drain. There it fell, it’s shiny diamond glinting as it dropped gracefully down to the core of the earth. The scream she let out was inhuman. it peirced the ears of all nearby her. The earring sunk lower and lower, it’s shiny glint always taunting her.
I lost my mom’s gold earrings. Well really, I lost one. When she’s gone someday, I’ll only have one earring. Maybe. And that already makes me a little sad.
Slowly, she took off her earrings. Her eyes never left his as she started sliding off her dress. Everything came off until she was completely bare in front of him. She’d never exposed herself before another person as she had with him, emotionally or physically. He was something else.
The Egyptian hoop earrings shone brightly in the sunlight, blending and hiding within her hanging strands of golden locks. Her countenance showed concentration and she was obviously immersed in her studies. I chose not to involve myself at the moment, forever.
I haven’t really thought much about getting an earring. When I was in sixth grade or fifth grade, a kid named Lewis had an earring, and I thought he was prety cool. Not so much because he had an earring, but because he was *allowed* to have one. i hadn’t exercised that much independence in my life before. I mostly did what was expected lof me.
Earrings are stupid. They do nothing but attract people’s attention to their ears which is hardly the place most people want to look on other people. Some are huge, some are golden and some stretch people’s ears out so bad they have to have surgery to fix. Its just a
another earring i find on the floor. this makes 6, i think. i put it back on my desk with the others and wonder, how do they get off the desk? do they jump? do they push each other ala king of the mountain? my 3 year old sticks his head in my room. ‘hi mom’ he says, and now i think i know.
many shapes, sizes, and colors make up the earring world…all unique and different and expecting to be worn. They adorn the faces of many a form.
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Sparkling, falling, lost and found. My earrings never hit the ground. I try to make them match all right, but somehow the pain is never in sight. I love the way they look on the punks and emo kids. I admisre
I dont think guys should have earrings. Maybe its just the social deviant in me against the “cool thing” right now, but whatever it is, earrings on guys are not girl. But for girls, they have the potential to look very elegant and classy, but in some cases not so much.
My dad gave me these beautiful diamond earrings just a few months ago. I wear them every day and hardly ever take them off. Its as if he is with me everywhere I go.
Its nice. I like simply beautiful things like my diamond earrings.
He held the earring between two fingers as he watched her walk up the path to her flat. He knew he should give it back straight away, but it proved him with the perfect excuse to see her again; gain her confidence.
He stared at the jewel a moment longer before slipping it into his pocket.
“This will be easier than I first thought,” he whispered.
What a loop it was to be on Katie’s drug. It was unlike anything my sixteen years of life had shown me. It was wet. And soft. And beautiful. It was momentary. But it would live in the recesses of my brain forever.
She had an earring in her left ear. Well, maybe her right too, I couldn’t see that one. But her profile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She turned away in an instant, but I remember that earring.
I found a single pearl earring under a cracked floorboard in my bedroom. It was an interesting discovery because I cannot account owning any. Being that I’m single, I’m positive it wasn’t another woman. It sparked my fancy; such an old and historical house as this one would be full of secrets.
On some level, it’s always freaked me out to see young babies with pierced ears. Being 25 years old, it should seem like I should have my ears pierced, like virtually everyone else I know. I think that I’m aware of a few things which stand in my way: I don’t like needles, or pain, I don’t have the money to spend to buy earrings, and not having earrings is another indicator of the fact that I don’t really take my appearance into account on a daily basis. Frugality? Nope, just a massive inferiority complex and a healthy paranoia of sharp objects near my head.
Earrings worn like golden chandeliers,
Woven together to shimmer like tears,
as they hide the glimmer of fear
as we sit together on the pier…
“Mine are better,” she snarled. “They’re bigger.”
“No, mine are,” another said. “They’re rounder and better proportioned.”
“Well, mine have better color and don’t hang as low,” a third chimed.
“Mine are perfect,” a fourth girl uttered. “They’re small but made of better material. You may even say mine are perky,”
If one looked closely enough at her flat, black-headed mushroom of a nose, they would notice that the single silver stud in it was actually an earring, perhaps stolen from an older sister long ago.
“Oh, I love those,” Eleanor lipped across the dining room, surely to some vague acquaintance hadn’t seen in some-odd months, probably sitting with her husband or lesbian lover or both at the other side of the restaurant.
“Honey, you’re not listening to me.” I returned, sternly, grabbing her by the wrist.
“Oh, gosh, Teddy, get over it. I’m so sick of you being so serious. What is it now? You didn’t get you early afternoon Perrier?” She pulled her hand back.
“I want a divorce.” I said, the words hanging loosely like apples. “Not like the fake, stay-separated-for-six-months-and-get-back-together kind of divorce. I want a real one.”
As I put on my last earring and put the finishing touches on my dress and my makeup, I couldn’t help but wonder what I looked like from someone else’s perspective. I felt beautiful. It was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. Then, I realized that it didn’t matter what everyone else thought. As long as I felt confident it didn’t matter what the others said.
Today’s trends in earrings are horrible. In Seattle, the earrings, if that’s even the right term, that stretch your ears out are commonplace and disgusting. I’ve seen a couple people with the giant holes in there ears hanging loose, and that’s even worse. It completely creeps me out.
Earrings make a girl look really beautiful. My mother used to have lots of earrings. I never knew why. She had four holes in each ear. So, I guess earrings remind me of her.
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.Her cold eyes imploring the men buried in their macbooks, looking for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.Stepping up boldly, I stuck out my hand.I said, “I was just a child then, now I’m only a man”. Remember me? Remember how we used to be? Shouldn’t we be closer?
, girl with a pearl.
As I opened the old wooden box that my grandma left me, I took in all the jewelry that was so precious to her. I couldn’t help but thinking: why me? Was I always her favorite?
earring is in my ear
currently a 6g
going to a 4g or 2g
I don’t know if I should go up to a 0g because it looks scary.
My mom still doesn’t know about my second piercing and I think it’s been over a month.
I am stupid and crazy.
I need to buy more earrings.
Everybody must think I’m a freak for stretching my ears.
Earring are beautiful jewelry that various women wear to make themselves look more fashionable. they can enhance a persons look or even sometimes make them less appealing. but nowadays everybody wears them even guys. so it is becoming a big trend
Little pearl drops. So deceptively real. Unmistakably posh, pretentious and pretty.
Expensive imitations.
Its like looking in twin, white mirrors.
He ripped off his earring and threw it viciously into the lake, watching it create a small splash. He stared at the remaining ripples that the gold jewelry left in the water.
I stared at the earrings he placed in my palm. “This are gorgeous, Paul, but I can’t take them.” Slowly, I folded them back into his hand.
He bore a look of confusion “What? Why not?”
“Because… I’ve been cheating on you… With your brother.”
Paul looked shocked for a moment before the anger set in.
There was a girl with the golden earring. Yeah, THE golden earrings. Her hair was ruby and soft to the touch; I would know since I sat right behind her. She never spoke much, always dazing off in class. But she was beautiful in that plain and simple way. Not extravagant or fancy but just natural.
And for 7 months I’ve been inexplicably fascinated by her, but she didn’t even know my nam.
I chomped slowly on the food, trying to depict it’s flavor. It wasn’t sweet, but it wasnt very salty either. “What the hell did you feed me, Joe?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I found it on the floor.” My friend laughed at my as I spit out the food
“Damn it! I knew not to trust you!” I wiped my mouth and kept spitting the food on the ground.
I don’t understand it! I’m always missing an earring. Seriously…every night I place BOTH earrings in my special jewelry box that my mother in law gave me. I go to put them in the next morning & POOF… one is missing!!!!! I *hate* only having 1 earring of every kind. I have no clue what happens during the night!
I swallowed an earring once and then I had to dig it out of my own poop.
earring? again? what the hell is this? this was the word the last time. get it together.
She lost her earring down the drain. There it fell, it’s shiny diamond glinting as it dropped gracefully down to the core of the earth. The scream she let out was inhuman. it peirced the ears of all nearby her. The earring sunk lower and lower, it’s shiny glint always taunting her.
She coiled her tongue around it, teeth locking gently. Tugging. “Not too hard,” I whispered. “Not any harder than that.”
I lost my mom’s gold earrings. Well really, I lost one. When she’s gone someday, I’ll only have one earring. Maybe. And that already makes me a little sad.
Slowly, she took off her earrings. Her eyes never left his as she started sliding off her dress. Everything came off until she was completely bare in front of him. She’d never exposed herself before another person as she had with him, emotionally or physically. He was something else.
The Egyptian hoop earrings shone brightly in the sunlight, blending and hiding within her hanging strands of golden locks. Her countenance showed concentration and she was obviously immersed in her studies. I chose not to involve myself at the moment, forever.
no inspiration to write about this word…ive never had any sort of experience to do with an earring…
I haven’t really thought much about getting an earring. When I was in sixth grade or fifth grade, a kid named Lewis had an earring, and I thought he was prety cool. Not so much because he had an earring, but because he was *allowed* to have one. i hadn’t exercised that much independence in my life before. I mostly did what was expected lof me.