Heels are crazy. They can hurt you real bad. Like the other day i saw this crazy lady with high heels like harpoons. You know that ship thingy. I was shit scared she’ll pierce me with it. But they are kinda cool too. Like in a sexy way. Wtf is all this about ?
The ruby red slippers. That was my favorite part of the movie; somehow, by knocking her ankles together, Dorothy had tremendous power to melt through space and time into another world entirely. I envy the simple power. While we stand in line at security, Dorothy can zip anywhere in seconds.
I bet your heels hurt from walking in those shoes. I bet you get tired of walking in everyone’s shoes but your own. Sure you understand them more , but what good is that when you know nothing about yourself.
they are a style icon for women and can portray the fad sense a person holds.i personally love shoes and basically prefer heels over any other kind of shoes.heels offer a greater variety of shoes which sattisfy the particular demands of women aswell as girls.
there was a fragile old man ho lay in bed all day ooking ut upon his precious garden. He cried dry tears from time to time at his loss. He was completely bedridden. His garden no longer had roses on his bushes and his bushes were overgrown, and weeds filled the cracks of his brick pathways. No gardeners came by any more-he was saddened. His condition grew worse as he saw the overgrowth. There were no longer children running about, playing ball, not a single cat crossed the paths and birds didn’t churp as before.
The old man fell weak and knew he would remain in his bed till he died, but he wanted the garden restored to it’s former beauty. He hung on to life as if it was a spiderweb hoping for some-one anyone to work again in the garden. Afew years went by and he slowly let go of life and died like his gardnen had. He saw the birdbath at the moment he died-and his last breath was a sob.
She was wearing those red high heels again, the same ones she wore the night I sold her her first line. She was out with some friends, some of my most loyal customers.
he balanced carefully up on the ledge. He’d been a professional diver all of his life, now this disaster had him reeling…. just a little more, he thought, I can hold on just a little more. but as he stood there, the building gave way beneath him. They never found him, but they did find his appointment book. “Meet Agent, 9:am 9/11, Big Event!”
She turned and carried her heels with her. The sound continued to resonate in her head. Bass drumming, rhythm dancing, tempo beating faster and faster. She couldn’t stop.
heels.. oo. one thing that pops in your head are women in high heels. sounds wrong, sexist, doesnt really matter. its a fact. women in heels. definitely look good. unless they’re really tall. then you just have to stare up, and thats kinda embarrassing. unless you wear heels too, and that might be a bit weird
i love heels!!!!!!!! i love heels!!!!!!!!! i love heelssss. muero por los zapatosss. ojala y fueran mas comodos los usaria hasta para dormir. <3 love love love/…….
she took her heels from her closet and eyed them with delight. they made her feel sexy, and she liked to think that they made her look sexy to him. she smiled at the thought of the look that came over his face when she came out of the room with them on.
I click my heels
together
like a leprechaun
on crack
I’m so freaking
happy
I can’t remember the
last time
I felt this kind of
joy
golden skies fly
above me
wind sears through
my soul
I dance out this
feeling
I know it won’t last
fuck it
I’ll enjoy it while
I can
Ah, I did this one. I wasn’t sure if I had. For me the word changes over pretty late in the day so I can’t always remember if I’ve done it when I log in first thing the following morning.
I guess this blurb will come right on the “heels” of my last one. “Heel boy! Heel!”
The viking’s heels dug into the ground, and he turned his body quickly trying to turn around. “The other way! Run the other way you fools!” The entire mob stuttered their charge for a moment before reversing their direction. Back the other way, a pack of wildebeest had begun to charge them.
I could never find shoes, beautiful, sexy shoes, with high heels to fit my fat step-sister-sized feet. The first pair of shoes I listed after were patent leather sling backs, opalescent, a pale peach colour, soft and shiny. From the day another girl wore them to school, I listed after them begging my mother to take me to the store so I could try them on. Sadly she did and sadly I made the early discovery that I was never destined to wear those shoes with the elegant heels that looked so fine.
I love heels but they hurt my feet, but I need them to make me taller, because I’m really short. I’m practically a midget. I hate being short. Actually I don’t mind it, except for in mosh pits and when reaching for things on high shelves.
The heels on my shoes were so high, I felt like I was falling forward. However, they did make my legs appear longer. The shoes are not very comfortable, but I don’t care. I will wear them whenever I feel the need for height. I may even buy another pair in another color!!
You have heels on your feet. There are also heels on shoes that come in varying heights and widths. Short people wear heels a lot to make themselves look taller. I have a few pairs of heels, but am tall already.
Heels, wow you look good in those heels. I never seen a man wearing heels like that. Wanna walk with me, I walk in heels at times. But then again I am not a man anymore. Or that is what I think, how about you? Wanna wear some heels?
i think heels are nice. i’d love to be able to walk better in them. i’m usually too lazy to choose the heels if i have the option of wearing flats. but yes, i love long, sleek elegant heels on a pair of eye catching black shoes.
Sometimes I see people in heels walking down the street and I think I would like to be like them. I like the long legs with the pointy heels and it’s the most glamorous piece of non-feminisim ever. I’m a tomboy but I’d still wear heels anytime. Mm. I’m not gay either, but I love a woman in heels. It is possibly the sexiest thing you could wear. It’s a shame men don’t have an equivalent.
Meagan clicked the heels of her tap shoes together as she anxiously awaited to go on stage. This was the only dance recital of the year and she was very nervous. The clicking was a comforting sound because it was always the same no matter where she’d collide the heels.
Click Clack. My best friend and I attempt to walk down the cobbled brick sidewalks of D.C. in our clubbing heels, getting stuck and having to go back more than once to retrieve a shoe. An adventure in itself, no? Looking this good isn’t easy.
Tarheels. I am a tarheel, or at least that’s what I’m supposed to be. Most people feel an extraordinary amount of pride, when they see that carolina blue color and the players run out onto the court. TAR! HEELS!
I wish I had the legs to wear heels everywhere. Sadly, I do not. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to walk in them without practice. I’ve always wanted to wear a pair of skinny jeans and some really tall heels. I admire all this women that wear heels with their dresses and their jeans. That’s something I’ll never be able to do. Hahaha.
click click. if it worked for dorothy, why can’t it work for me? i want to go home to! they all stared stared stared at me, waiting for something to happen. I was waiting for something to happen to. CLICK CLIKC DAMNIT. a sea of eyes looked back….waiting.
Heels go into my shoes. I feel them rub against the back. I wonder if they’re trying to get out. Trying to breathe. Like they are constricted. I know I feel like that sometimes. Like I just can’t breathe. Like life is rubbing against me. Constraining me. Sucking all the life from my lungs. i just want to take off these shoes. And go barefoot. I want to give me heels, and my lungs, a rest.
I listen to the teachers walking down the halls, listening to their heels beat against the floor. I think of horses heels as the gallop across an open field.
High heels. A woman’s secret weapon. Whenever she feels an incredibly strong desire for something, she’ll put that weapon to use.
And for some women, the desire’s strong EVERY SINGLE DAY. And that’s when the men are in danger.
Mind-bending effect on men’s psyche – often bordering on the insane us women use it to extreme and the height of the heel tells the height of the power a women thinks she wields!
stepping left, stomping right; heels crushing the plants the animals the life beneath them. little can be done against them but little does not matter.
i need to feel the heels of her into my mouth and the milk that drives me insane from her tits, just remember me as the man who made you fall in love with this crazy, little, lovely girl. just close your eyes and step into her heels.
The little girl sat on the all too big bench near the train station. She glanced around anxiously, heels clicking together as she looked for her father. Her mom had left her and told her to wait for this ‘father’ that she’s never met before. With her bright yellow coat and her all to big eyes, she started to get scared that he wasn’t coming. She didnt know her way home.
Dressed in way too ridiculously high heels and a way too revealing top, she set out on her big night with the girls on Oxford street. When they finally got to the bar it feel like she’d been walking for about 78 years. Thank god there was a seat spare at the bar. “Where are the pills?” She said to her mate. She wanted to get off her head as soon as possible to numb the excruciating pain.
Heels are my friend. When you’re a short girl like me, you have to learn to work them. I like small heels, kitten heels, low heels, high heels. And I like to strut. A lot.
My heels hurt. it’s the shoes I wear, new converse that haven’t been worn in yet, brogues that the leather is a little bit too hard, they all hurt. Though I do like my heels, the cut that has developed from wearing new shoes looks a bit funny, but I don’t mind. I mean who’s going to see my heels? Hardly anyone, I mean it’s not a pat of the body that people look at purposefully, you never hear anyone going, “Jesus, would you look at the heels on that one?” Ha! Imagine! Nah, my heels are cool. I like them ;)
Heels are crazy. They can hurt you real bad. Like the other day i saw this crazy lady with high heels like harpoons. You know that ship thingy. I was shit scared she’ll pierce me with it. But they are kinda cool too. Like in a sexy way. Wtf is all this about ?
The ruby red slippers. That was my favorite part of the movie; somehow, by knocking her ankles together, Dorothy had tremendous power to melt through space and time into another world entirely. I envy the simple power. While we stand in line at security, Dorothy can zip anywhere in seconds.
one world for all of us we should take care for it and save it from ourselves, we should love it and be grateful to the nature.
I bet your heels hurt from walking in those shoes. I bet you get tired of walking in everyone’s shoes but your own. Sure you understand them more , but what good is that when you know nothing about yourself.
they are a style icon for women and can portray the fad sense a person holds.i personally love shoes and basically prefer heels over any other kind of shoes.heels offer a greater variety of shoes which sattisfy the particular demands of women aswell as girls.
there was a fragile old man ho lay in bed all day ooking ut upon his precious garden. He cried dry tears from time to time at his loss. He was completely bedridden. His garden no longer had roses on his bushes and his bushes were overgrown, and weeds filled the cracks of his brick pathways. No gardeners came by any more-he was saddened. His condition grew worse as he saw the overgrowth. There were no longer children running about, playing ball, not a single cat crossed the paths and birds didn’t churp as before.
The old man fell weak and knew he would remain in his bed till he died, but he wanted the garden restored to it’s former beauty. He hung on to life as if it was a spiderweb hoping for some-one anyone to work again in the garden. Afew years went by and he slowly let go of life and died like his gardnen had. He saw the birdbath at the moment he died-and his last breath was a sob.
She was wearing those red high heels again, the same ones she wore the night I sold her her first line. She was out with some friends, some of my most loyal customers.
he balanced carefully up on the ledge. He’d been a professional diver all of his life, now this disaster had him reeling…. just a little more, he thought, I can hold on just a little more. but as he stood there, the building gave way beneath him. They never found him, but they did find his appointment book. “Meet Agent, 9:am 9/11, Big Event!”
She turned and carried her heels with her. The sound continued to resonate in her head. Bass drumming, rhythm dancing, tempo beating faster and faster. She couldn’t stop.
HIGH HEELS RED COLOR STILLETO PATENT SIVE
heels.. oo. one thing that pops in your head are women in high heels. sounds wrong, sexist, doesnt really matter. its a fact. women in heels. definitely look good. unless they’re really tall. then you just have to stare up, and thats kinda embarrassing. unless you wear heels too, and that might be a bit weird
i love heels!!!!!!!! i love heels!!!!!!!!! i love heelssss. muero por los zapatosss. ojala y fueran mas comodos los usaria hasta para dormir. <3 love love love/…….
she took her heels from her closet and eyed them with delight. they made her feel sexy, and she liked to think that they made her look sexy to him. she smiled at the thought of the look that came over his face when she came out of the room with them on.
I click my heels
together
like a leprechaun
on crack
I’m so freaking
happy
I can’t remember the
last time
I felt this kind of
joy
golden skies fly
above me
wind sears through
my soul
I dance out this
feeling
I know it won’t last
fuck it
I’ll enjoy it while
I can
Hello
Ah, I did this one. I wasn’t sure if I had. For me the word changes over pretty late in the day so I can’t always remember if I’ve done it when I log in first thing the following morning.
I guess this blurb will come right on the “heels” of my last one. “Heel boy! Heel!”
The viking’s heels dug into the ground, and he turned his body quickly trying to turn around. “The other way! Run the other way you fools!” The entire mob stuttered their charge for a moment before reversing their direction. Back the other way, a pack of wildebeest had begun to charge them.
I could never find shoes, beautiful, sexy shoes, with high heels to fit my fat step-sister-sized feet. The first pair of shoes I listed after were patent leather sling backs, opalescent, a pale peach colour, soft and shiny. From the day another girl wore them to school, I listed after them begging my mother to take me to the store so I could try them on. Sadly she did and sadly I made the early discovery that I was never destined to wear those shoes with the elegant heels that looked so fine.
I love heels but they hurt my feet, but I need them to make me taller, because I’m really short. I’m practically a midget. I hate being short. Actually I don’t mind it, except for in mosh pits and when reaching for things on high shelves.
The heels on my shoes were so high, I felt like I was falling forward. However, they did make my legs appear longer. The shoes are not very comfortable, but I don’t care. I will wear them whenever I feel the need for height. I may even buy another pair in another color!!
You have heels on your feet. There are also heels on shoes that come in varying heights and widths. Short people wear heels a lot to make themselves look taller. I have a few pairs of heels, but am tall already.
Heels, wow you look good in those heels. I never seen a man wearing heels like that. Wanna walk with me, I walk in heels at times. But then again I am not a man anymore. Or that is what I think, how about you? Wanna wear some heels?
i think heels are nice. i’d love to be able to walk better in them. i’m usually too lazy to choose the heels if i have the option of wearing flats. but yes, i love long, sleek elegant heels on a pair of eye catching black shoes.
Sometimes I see people in heels walking down the street and I think I would like to be like them. I like the long legs with the pointy heels and it’s the most glamorous piece of non-feminisim ever. I’m a tomboy but I’d still wear heels anytime. Mm. I’m not gay either, but I love a woman in heels. It is possibly the sexiest thing you could wear. It’s a shame men don’t have an equivalent.
sixty. sixty one. sixty two….
running up the never-ending flight of stairs, there was this sharp pain in his heels..
Meagan clicked the heels of her tap shoes together as she anxiously awaited to go on stage. This was the only dance recital of the year and she was very nervous. The clicking was a comforting sound because it was always the same no matter where she’d collide the heels.
Click Clack. My best friend and I attempt to walk down the cobbled brick sidewalks of D.C. in our clubbing heels, getting stuck and having to go back more than once to retrieve a shoe. An adventure in itself, no? Looking this good isn’t easy.
Tarheels. I am a tarheel, or at least that’s what I’m supposed to be. Most people feel an extraordinary amount of pride, when they see that carolina blue color and the players run out onto the court. TAR! HEELS!
I wish I had the legs to wear heels everywhere. Sadly, I do not. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to walk in them without practice. I’ve always wanted to wear a pair of skinny jeans and some really tall heels. I admire all this women that wear heels with their dresses and their jeans. That’s something I’ll never be able to do. Hahaha.
click click. if it worked for dorothy, why can’t it work for me? i want to go home to! they all stared stared stared at me, waiting for something to happen. I was waiting for something to happen to. CLICK CLIKC DAMNIT. a sea of eyes looked back….waiting.
Heels go into my shoes. I feel them rub against the back. I wonder if they’re trying to get out. Trying to breathe. Like they are constricted. I know I feel like that sometimes. Like I just can’t breathe. Like life is rubbing against me. Constraining me. Sucking all the life from my lungs. i just want to take off these shoes. And go barefoot. I want to give me heels, and my lungs, a rest.
I listen to the teachers walking down the halls, listening to their heels beat against the floor. I think of horses heels as the gallop across an open field.
High heels. A woman’s secret weapon. Whenever she feels an incredibly strong desire for something, she’ll put that weapon to use.
And for some women, the desire’s strong EVERY SINGLE DAY. And that’s when the men are in danger.
Mind-bending effect on men’s psyche – often bordering on the insane us women use it to extreme and the height of the heel tells the height of the power a women thinks she wields!
stepping left, stomping right; heels crushing the plants the animals the life beneath them. little can be done against them but little does not matter.
i need to feel the heels of her into my mouth and the milk that drives me insane from her tits, just remember me as the man who made you fall in love with this crazy, little, lovely girl. just close your eyes and step into her heels.
The little girl sat on the all too big bench near the train station. She glanced around anxiously, heels clicking together as she looked for her father. Her mom had left her and told her to wait for this ‘father’ that she’s never met before. With her bright yellow coat and her all to big eyes, she started to get scared that he wasn’t coming. She didnt know her way home.
Dressed in way too ridiculously high heels and a way too revealing top, she set out on her big night with the girls on Oxford street. When they finally got to the bar it feel like she’d been walking for about 78 years. Thank god there was a seat spare at the bar. “Where are the pills?” She said to her mate. She wanted to get off her head as soon as possible to numb the excruciating pain.
Heels are my friend. When you’re a short girl like me, you have to learn to work them. I like small heels, kitten heels, low heels, high heels. And I like to strut. A lot.
My heels hurt. it’s the shoes I wear, new converse that haven’t been worn in yet, brogues that the leather is a little bit too hard, they all hurt. Though I do like my heels, the cut that has developed from wearing new shoes looks a bit funny, but I don’t mind. I mean who’s going to see my heels? Hardly anyone, I mean it’s not a pat of the body that people look at purposefully, you never hear anyone going, “Jesus, would you look at the heels on that one?” Ha! Imagine! Nah, my heels are cool. I like them ;)