Heels are shoes people wear to look taller which is just unnatural for me to think about. If you were meant to be taller you would be… right? That’s what I thought, but everyone thinks it makes more sense to kill your feet in 8 inch heels. So be it. To bad for them.
I never really wore heels often. I have a pair of heeled boots. Actually I have two pairs. I love them. I have some pairs of heels, but I just don’t love them the same. Unless we’re talking about my green wedge heels. Those are the best purchase I’ve ever bought. Haha they are beautiful. I’ve never worn them in public, but thats probably why I love them so much. 1.79 they cost!
On toes and fingers to bones! Oh Achilles you gullible bastard. I think I love you. Wear, tear, burn and stamp! Stomp! Noise of a feather into dust. A he’ll in time saves a foot. Of water, take a picture. It makes complete sense, don’t be so tense. I see you on the horizon, turning in your heel and walking. Over me, past your time. It was nine, the number of heart beats between my line and thine.
I turned on my heels at the sight of the beastmonster in the snow on the planet Hoth barking at me like a maddog spindle excrement of his spit with anticipation monitoring the controls as he grappled up to the ceiling and screamed as his head fell off from his shoulders, ballerinas shouting at him in maddening tongues.
I never knew I could be so tall. The clouds were surrounding all of my simplest thoughts. I smiled at the singing birds that flew around me. I was wearing heels. The ones that made me the tallest human in the world. Well, my world.
I have weird double heels. My Gran had the same bit she had bits of bone shaved off to make them better. I’m rather proud of mine ‘cos it’s a link to my Gran. A bit weird for some I know, but I don’t care…
lofty. hellish. gorgeous. higher that love. deeper than lust. i wanted you. but you walked away. swaying on those pretty, pretty pillars of desire. god made women from hells leftovers.
I can’t understand how females can bear the pain and discomfort of wearing heels. That is one of the many things that we don’t give women enough credit for, such as childbirth, waking up an hour before the rest of us to do makeup, etc. There needs to be a Women’s Appreciation Day.
The things models wear.. I would love to wear these and have beautiful legs and be the girl all the guy stare at and want because shes just so beautiful. One day I will to bad thats not today. There are so many cute ones too. The legs on those models.. just leave me speach less..
heels…hmm well a few things come to mind with that, naomi’s wedding is this weekend and I am thinking about dressing up thats what first comes to my mind and then also I feel like I am kind of caught on my heels with mike…like we are constantly pushing up against each other and fighting…don’t like that but its what is going on with us lately. unfortunately.
click your heels together and get to the place that you most desire. home. where people love you no matter what. where you can act like an idiot and they will laugh with you not at you. where people only kiss others when they really mean it. love resides in the home
Heels help me walk. They are on my feet they are on my shoes . I laugh when people trip and fall because they have high heels on they’re shoes. Gotta love heels.
Heels are pretty great’ Without them , we can’t walk. I don’t like heels as in the shoes, as I’m more of a sneaker or flip flop person, but I should wear them more often because I’m short. I like the heels of my feet.
they were the perfect heels for the perfect little black dress. I got 4 compliments on my way out the door. One from Nancy, one from Lauren, one from Hannah and of course Alexa. But he thought they were slutty. I should have known it was over then.
The heels of my feet are terrible. They were fine back home in the humid climate of New Orleans. But now in the Texas weather, the dry hot mess, my heels have cracked and peeled. Layers and layers of skin, exposed like stubble only sharper. I file them down frequently, but they are never as smooth as they once were.
They were the perfect heels for the perfect LBD. Handpicked to impress, to impress his. I got 4 compliments on my way out the door. One from Hannah, one from Nancy, one from Lauren and Alexa of course. But he thought they were ‘slutty’. I should have known it was over then.
A tall lady walked down the new york street in her red high heels. As she passed me by I heard her smirk at me. I stopped her. “What’s your problem?” I asked her.
i don’t like when my heels are rough, i like to go get my nails done. they like to scrub them good when they are doing the spa manicure. it tickles a little but that’s ok because it’s definitely worth it after wards. my heels will be smooth and not rough. also they paint my nails and put cute little flowers. it’s the best.
Nice high heels make me happy however becareful not to wear your feet out. Constant foot care is required but goodness I love my feet getting rubbed. Do not get heel crack, its not attractive.
The best thing about my mother-in-law was that she always wore the appropriate shoes for every occasion. On Christmas it was black patent leather, peep-toes, and on New Years it might be red suede pumps. The sound of her heels seemed to both precede her presence and follow her at the same time.
“Just cool your heels there! No need to get in a rush!”… You know how much that irritates me when you say that. I actually want to accomplish SOMETHING. I refuse to be like you in thirty years. I have so much better things to be doing. I need a break, yes. But like hell, I’m going to stop doing everything that I do. I actually live. Thank you. I want to do more than just exist.
i’ve been going without shoes lately, so by the end of the day, when i get into the shower, the water runs brown for the first few minutes because i’ve been running around in the dirt all day. the dirt never really leaves the crevices in my heels, however, and they always remain a little “dirty”, but i’m not sure if that’s the most adequate description- really, i just feel like i’m carrying a part of the earth around with me everywhere i go.
She could barely walk in them and here she is drunkenly running down Duval Street hoping to make it to the Bourbon Street Pub before midnight. Disaster is immenent.
it was as though my feet were on fire. my heels pounding into the ground with every step i took and then lifting, reaching, praying, away. the soles were a mess of emotion, wanting to run and not wanting to go. always wanting what they didn’t have and wanting what they did at the same time. i ran.
Shoes red heels, brown heels, heels made of leather, heels mad of fabric. Long heels, short heels, got to get those heels. Those heels that make you stand up, make you the center of attention, and those heels that you saw for half off.
He threw my high heels – my beautiful, black, patten leather, EXPENSIVE high heels – in the trash, along with a lot of other things. He said, “Don’t try to stop me.” I loved those shoes. When I look for heels to wear for a party, I think of them, and then the anger shows up again.
I’ve become a pro at wearing heels. Whenever I put on the sexy slingbacks I walk tall and my legs go on for miles. My butt become perfectly round and I have a sort of confidence that cannot be matched. I become 6’1 when I slip my feet into the instant sexy lift.
Walking through the salty fresh air, the breaking of waves brought me back to the sea. My toes crushed into the sand, like long lost lovers, curling into one another. Hair scrambled through the wind, as the fresh air defeated me, and nothing was left, but heels in the sand.
Heels. I used to hate wearing heels. I still prefer not to wear them. If I must wear them, I carry them with me to whatever “place of requirement” I’m going, slip them on there, and take them off again the moment I leave. I like the way they look but not enough to torture myself. I like skirts, but often forgo wearing them just so I can avoid having to wear heels.
high heels are really cute. They come in a lot of different colors and designs. They hurt my feet but I love the way I look in them! I’d like to get more heels. Maybe platforms because I heard those support your feet more. My favorite heels are from Urban Outfitters and they are grey suede but they always get dirty! I have them in black and red too.
cute Classy sexy sophisticated black slick. Expensive but worth it. very hight . long legs platforms pumps.
Heels are shoes people wear to look taller which is just unnatural for me to think about. If you were meant to be taller you would be… right? That’s what I thought, but everyone thinks it makes more sense to kill your feet in 8 inch heels. So be it. To bad for them.
I never really wore heels often. I have a pair of heeled boots. Actually I have two pairs. I love them. I have some pairs of heels, but I just don’t love them the same. Unless we’re talking about my green wedge heels. Those are the best purchase I’ve ever bought. Haha they are beautiful. I’ve never worn them in public, but thats probably why I love them so much. 1.79 they cost!
i cannot feel
my heels
neuro paths eroded and splayed
to many crepuscular nights, time paraiah
On toes and fingers to bones! Oh Achilles you gullible bastard. I think I love you. Wear, tear, burn and stamp! Stomp! Noise of a feather into dust. A he’ll in time saves a foot. Of water, take a picture. It makes complete sense, don’t be so tense. I see you on the horizon, turning in your heel and walking. Over me, past your time. It was nine, the number of heart beats between my line and thine.
I turned on my heels at the sight of the beastmonster in the snow on the planet Hoth barking at me like a maddog spindle excrement of his spit with anticipation monitoring the controls as he grappled up to the ceiling and screamed as his head fell off from his shoulders, ballerinas shouting at him in maddening tongues.
I never knew I could be so tall. The clouds were surrounding all of my simplest thoughts. I smiled at the singing birds that flew around me. I was wearing heels. The ones that made me the tallest human in the world. Well, my world.
I have weird double heels. My Gran had the same bit she had bits of bone shaved off to make them better. I’m rather proud of mine ‘cos it’s a link to my Gran. A bit weird for some I know, but I don’t care…
lofty. hellish. gorgeous. higher that love. deeper than lust. i wanted you. but you walked away. swaying on those pretty, pretty pillars of desire. god made women from hells leftovers.
I can’t understand how females can bear the pain and discomfort of wearing heels. That is one of the many things that we don’t give women enough credit for, such as childbirth, waking up an hour before the rest of us to do makeup, etc. There needs to be a Women’s Appreciation Day.
i dont like them that much.
they are sexy.
they are evil
chicks wearing them are hot.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEls
The things models wear.. I would love to wear these and have beautiful legs and be the girl all the guy stare at and want because shes just so beautiful. One day I will to bad thats not today. There are so many cute ones too. The legs on those models.. just leave me speach less..
heels…hmm well a few things come to mind with that, naomi’s wedding is this weekend and I am thinking about dressing up thats what first comes to my mind and then also I feel like I am kind of caught on my heels with mike…like we are constantly pushing up against each other and fighting…don’t like that but its what is going on with us lately. unfortunately.
click your heels together and get to the place that you most desire. home. where people love you no matter what. where you can act like an idiot and they will laugh with you not at you. where people only kiss others when they really mean it. love resides in the home
Heels help me walk. They are on my feet they are on my shoes . I laugh when people trip and fall because they have high heels on they’re shoes. Gotta love heels.
Heels are pretty great’ Without them , we can’t walk. I don’t like heels as in the shoes, as I’m more of a sneaker or flip flop person, but I should wear them more often because I’m short. I like the heels of my feet.
they were the perfect heels for the perfect little black dress. I got 4 compliments on my way out the door. One from Nancy, one from Lauren, one from Hannah and of course Alexa. But he thought they were slutty. I should have known it was over then.
The heels of my feet are terrible. They were fine back home in the humid climate of New Orleans. But now in the Texas weather, the dry hot mess, my heels have cracked and peeled. Layers and layers of skin, exposed like stubble only sharper. I file them down frequently, but they are never as smooth as they once were.
lots of women wear heels. They look uncomfortably but hot. I wonder how fast you can run in them?
They were the perfect heels for the perfect LBD. Handpicked to impress, to impress his. I got 4 compliments on my way out the door. One from Hannah, one from Nancy, one from Lauren and Alexa of course. But he thought they were ‘slutty’. I should have known it was over then.
A tall lady walked down the new york street in her red high heels. As she passed me by I heard her smirk at me. I stopped her. “What’s your problem?” I asked her.
i don’t like when my heels are rough, i like to go get my nails done. they like to scrub them good when they are doing the spa manicure. it tickles a little but that’s ok because it’s definitely worth it after wards. my heels will be smooth and not rough. also they paint my nails and put cute little flowers. it’s the best.
I love heels. Pumps, stilettos, wedges– you name it, I will wear them anytime, any place.
The only problem is, I’m 5’11”. I don’t “need” to wear heels.
I know I don’t need to wear heels, but I want to. So just give me the damn shoes and let me wear them in peace!
Nice high heels make me happy however becareful not to wear your feet out. Constant foot care is required but goodness I love my feet getting rubbed. Do not get heel crack, its not attractive.
Is a device for women to look sexier. and hotter. It turns men’s brains into a soup. And make them horny. Quite horny. Also, it makes women taller.
The best thing about my mother-in-law was that she always wore the appropriate shoes for every occasion. On Christmas it was black patent leather, peep-toes, and on New Years it might be red suede pumps. The sound of her heels seemed to both precede her presence and follow her at the same time.
“Just cool your heels there! No need to get in a rush!”… You know how much that irritates me when you say that. I actually want to accomplish SOMETHING. I refuse to be like you in thirty years. I have so much better things to be doing. I need a break, yes. But like hell, I’m going to stop doing everything that I do. I actually live. Thank you. I want to do more than just exist.
i’ve been going without shoes lately, so by the end of the day, when i get into the shower, the water runs brown for the first few minutes because i’ve been running around in the dirt all day. the dirt never really leaves the crevices in my heels, however, and they always remain a little “dirty”, but i’m not sure if that’s the most adequate description- really, i just feel like i’m carrying a part of the earth around with me everywhere i go.
She could barely walk in them and here she is drunkenly running down Duval Street hoping to make it to the Bourbon Street Pub before midnight. Disaster is immenent.
She tried to dig in her heels. Tried to anchor herself to her beliefs and her ideas. Instead, she found herself clutching at smoke and shadows.
Before someone could stop her, she had tumbled over the edge. Free-falling head over heels into the chaos below.
it was as though my feet were on fire. my heels pounding into the ground with every step i took and then lifting, reaching, praying, away. the soles were a mess of emotion, wanting to run and not wanting to go. always wanting what they didn’t have and wanting what they did at the same time. i ran.
She tried to dig in her heels. Tried to anchor herself to her beliefs and her ideas. Instead, she found herself clutching a smoke and shadows.
Before she could stop, she had tumbled over the edge. Free-falling into the chaos below.
I think that heels are gross. I don’t like feet. Feet are just nasty to me. I don’t know why?
Shoes red heels, brown heels, heels made of leather, heels mad of fabric. Long heels, short heels, got to get those heels. Those heels that make you stand up, make you the center of attention, and those heels that you saw for half off.
He threw my high heels – my beautiful, black, patten leather, EXPENSIVE high heels – in the trash, along with a lot of other things. He said, “Don’t try to stop me.” I loved those shoes. When I look for heels to wear for a party, I think of them, and then the anger shows up again.
I’ve become a pro at wearing heels. Whenever I put on the sexy slingbacks I walk tall and my legs go on for miles. My butt become perfectly round and I have a sort of confidence that cannot be matched. I become 6’1 when I slip my feet into the instant sexy lift.
Walking through the salty fresh air, the breaking of waves brought me back to the sea. My toes crushed into the sand, like long lost lovers, curling into one another. Hair scrambled through the wind, as the fresh air defeated me, and nothing was left, but heels in the sand.
High heels. Stilettos. French. Allure. Beauty. Skinny. Intrigue. Calves. Silk. Pumps. Fellatio. Skirts. Red. Black. Nude. Bows. Grace.
Heels. I used to hate wearing heels. I still prefer not to wear them. If I must wear them, I carry them with me to whatever “place of requirement” I’m going, slip them on there, and take them off again the moment I leave. I like the way they look but not enough to torture myself. I like skirts, but often forgo wearing them just so I can avoid having to wear heels.
high heels are really cute. They come in a lot of different colors and designs. They hurt my feet but I love the way I look in them! I’d like to get more heels. Maybe platforms because I heard those support your feet more. My favorite heels are from Urban Outfitters and they are grey suede but they always get dirty! I have them in black and red too.