As a young girl of seven, she wears her mother’s high-heeled shoes and pretends to be like the woman her mother is. She trips and releases an impish laughter of the comedic moment she thinks she pulled through. Without much thought, the little girl slips on the silver high-heeled shoes again and summons all confidence and walks the pathway thinking that she indeed is a princess.
Heels are just heels the heels of your shoes will take us anywhere and everywhere so how do our heels have anything to do with us? We always walk on our heels even if we are down.
one day i realized that i have a heel. heels are importent because they help you stand. without my heel i would be lost forever. i really like my heel. almost as much as tegan and sara. and thats alot. check them out. i love them like i would love my heel. i love my heel alot
Heels are painful objects. I mean, I don’t understand why women wear them. Yes, they do make your legs look lovely and yes, they do catch some men’s eyes. But why beauty for pain? Do we really feel like risking ourselves in order to catch the attention of a man we may never see or speak to? Apparently so, because if it’s in fashion then it is guaranteed to be worn.
Heels. I love them! There is a major hoe at my school that wears heels, she looks like a hooker she wears them everyday. But i love them! The guy I like right now, pretty sure him and that girl had a thing… but I’m just over it. Gosh, I hate it. I hate not knowing and being lied too. I just hate it.
on my heels – on my toes – foot down – pedal to the metal – why does everythig have to go?
Everyday – everyhour – on heels on my toes
on the minute to the second – on my heels on my toes – put my foot down – no is the word
wheels up here we go
why does everything have to go?
rigtht now in this very moment – off my heels, off my toes – on my knees – please god why does everything have to go.
Heels are at the bottom of ones foot or are they the soles. Heels can also mean the height it adds to your original height by way of the extension on your shoes. Well heels can be painful either way on shoes or on your foot if not taken care of
the first time i wore heals was at a funeral for my great grandma. the second time i wore heals was at my other great grandmas funeral. then the next time was homecoming. things get worse before they get better. homecoming was one of the best days of my life.
things on the back of your feet
make girls legs look longer and thinner
pretty
all sorts of different ones
can get infections and big ugly crusty heels
some may smell
stillettos are for whores
kitten heels are for pussys
so wear some normal ones and youll do fine
She wore 4 inch heels to work each day. Her suits were homely, nondescript. But her shoes were fabulous. I remember having visions of her taking off her shoes and walking on the very tips of her toes and repeat the word “fruition.” She liked that word; she liked high heels. That’s all I know about her.
heels. the heels of my shoes are worn out and weary. my eyes my face sad and teary i don’t know where i am going to to where i should head i think i’ll just sit here and sulk instead. everyone sleeps and the rain falls my heels are for me nothing at all.
women were heels all the time to important occasions or just to go out and party. Heels are actually very, very, hurtful, of course it has to depend on the heel. Because 5-inch heels are killer to your feet compared to 2- inch heels. In my opinion, heels are amazing, go heels!
heels click and clack. they wear them on the subway; they wear them while walking up a steep hill. they wear them while grocery shopping, and while making love.
in the workspace, only slippers will do. so why? why? why? even wear them at all?
hurt. period. walking on your heels? hurts. walking in heels? hurts. walking off your heels? hurts. sorry to sound like a mastercard commercial but no matter what way you put heels into a sentence it implies pain. there is no comfort in the heel whatsoever, they should be banned from human existence.
Those black heels. With the buckle. They hold me high above the world. they have the salt from that night where the snow had seeped into sidewalks. They hold the dust from that sparkling night i kicked my feet up on your knees. and of course our night. the blowing magic. my heels held me up. as my ankles knocked and knees saunter from side to side. as you look at me, like i am tall and something to look at. i must not have been too great.
i love high heels. they make my legs look sleek and make me feel ultra feminine. i just wish they didn’t hurt so much. and that maybe they wouldn’t be so slippery on marble floor, because i walk on a lot of slippery marble, and i love wearing heels.
she saw them and she had to have them. she’d been trying to be more bold, more… spontaneous, more of what she thought he might be looking for. she couldn’t really walk in them, and they were far removed from her typical style, but she thought that dancing with him in them might just be the step she needed to make him see her differently, to make him wake up and see that she could be more than just the sarcastic, sometimes awkward girl from the spanish club. but she left them at home the night he broke her heart on the dance floor, and now there they sit, in her closet.
gathering dust but still with the shine which caught her eye, like the sparkle in his eyes when he flashes that winning, confused smile he always makes when he’s a bit lost. but she can’t even look at them now. just as she can’t look at him now. their vibrant red reminds her of the ardent passion with which she first fell for him. their high, lethal-looking heel reminds her of the peril she was putting herself in by allowing herself to fall so hard. and they both reminded her of wasted potential, because together they could have been great.
shoes. suck. point. don’tcare.minute.also has meaning minute. tiny. little.miniature.dwarves.lotsofcrowsrecently. baby black jesus? no. theywouldn’t. especially them. not literary. creative. ignore feelings. don’t think so. mmmm. go away. want out. bequiet. naaaa. you shouldn’t. we’ll see.
the heel of the mast made an uneasy creaking noise. my stomach churned, the insides of my body begging to get out, maybe to safety. I felt the ice cold fear coarse through my body, from my lower spine to my finger nails, I couldn’t think straight. i knew i was scared, and i could see the terror on my crews faces, one big dark hollow pit, hoping for one single light to show them the way. i knew i had to be that light. all color showing no trace of coming back, i blinked as hard as i could, maybe trying to forget where i was, how i got here, and i let out a light-hearted laugh, letting that vibration of joy becon the tan color of my sun-loved skin back. we may have been about to pass a barrier known only to those at the end of life, but now we were ready.
my heels are blistered because i wore those stupid red target shoes. i don’t know why i keep wearing them because they always give me blisters, but they matched my earring that were blue and red. i got those earrings at monkey’s with Nitya. i hate Nitya. She is such a selfish human being. I am so ready to never see her ugly smelly Indian face ever again. And now all of a sudden Jen likes her. Well, they make a really great ugly and unhappy pair. Now I’m thinking about rereading this and how i probably sound like a 5 year old girl and that its not very poetic. now i’m wondering when I can stop typing. aren’t they supposed to clock me out at a minute.
Feminine shoes come in low or no heels styles. Besides, Women foolish enough to wear medium and high heels nearly everyday, lose the ability to wear non-heel shoes and have pain and poor balance when out of shoes. Sexy is Sexy without heels AND should NOT be your main concern day to day. Not being a moron should be one’s primary concern.
tall pointy black high heels blisters business-y. red patent leather stilletoes sexy. leopard print peeptoe heels at lush. kinda uncomfortable but so worth it. confident, composed, successful, beautiful.
I dislike heels. I always have. Not just high-heels. Heels as in parts of your feet.Yuk. They are painful if you hurt them (what isn’t?) and they just looks plain ugly.Heels are also deadly. Achilles, anyone? The end of his life came too soon just because of one tiny little part of his body. What a stupid necessity. And to make matters worse, people wear crazy shoes that make their feet even more susceptible to injuries due to that one insignificant and ugly heel. Pointless. Unless you’re wearing high heels.
i have hooker heels, they are pretty legit but i think one day imma eat shit while wearing them cuz they are pretty fucking tall like no joke! i m hungry! ahaha! alexa smells really bad and she is right next t to me maybe i should have her wear the heels!
Heels carry the burden of life. Withered, cracked, peeling–each heel tells the story of its journey cross weathered plains and sandy shores. The heels that tell your story will always be with you, but always out of sight.
dog i dont realy know what to write so im just gonna write what i am doing right now im watching ghost wisperer with my firend and im in love with this guy that is my boyfriend he is perfect for me
Click clack, click clack. That’s the sound I hear everytime I walk through the halls. Girls with their hooker heels, dressed like a model, walk by me with their noses turned up like I was rotten vomit. Click clack, click clack. Thats the sound that lowers my self esteem.
i can’t remember the last time they were higher than 2 inches off the floor. i keep eying those pretty shoes in my closet — maybe one day i’ll actually wear them.
Head over heels in love, that’s what we used to be… Not anymore. Now we barely talk and I am in love with someone else. You are unaware and I am unwilling to share my feelings. I wish we could go back the way we used to be, head over heels in love.
Heels. High heels. They make pretty girls prettier and make ok feet extremely uncomfortable. I like them cuz they keep the shape to my calves when i wear dresses. I wear them to much. will they benefit me? for now. later? not so much. but im not thinking that far ahead.
As a young girl of seven, she wears her mother’s high-heeled shoes and pretends to be like the woman her mother is. She trips and releases an impish laughter of the comedic moment she thinks she pulled through. Without much thought, the little girl slips on the silver high-heeled shoes again and summons all confidence and walks the pathway thinking that she indeed is a princess.
My heels click clack on the marble floor, my strides are slow. People turn and stare as they hear the rhythmic pattern: left, right, left, right…
I’ll sit on my heels and listen to your story.
I don’t think you know how much I enjoy this. talking to you. hearing you talk about your life.
I’m interested.
Please don’t stop.
Heels are just heels the heels of your shoes will take us anywhere and everywhere so how do our heels have anything to do with us? We always walk on our heels even if we are down.
one day i realized that i have a heel. heels are importent because they help you stand. without my heel i would be lost forever. i really like my heel. almost as much as tegan and sara. and thats alot. check them out. i love them like i would love my heel. i love my heel alot
Heels are painful objects. I mean, I don’t understand why women wear them. Yes, they do make your legs look lovely and yes, they do catch some men’s eyes. But why beauty for pain? Do we really feel like risking ourselves in order to catch the attention of a man we may never see or speak to? Apparently so, because if it’s in fashion then it is guaranteed to be worn.
Heels. I love them! There is a major hoe at my school that wears heels, she looks like a hooker she wears them everyday. But i love them! The guy I like right now, pretty sure him and that girl had a thing… but I’m just over it. Gosh, I hate it. I hate not knowing and being lied too. I just hate it.
I thought I would get a new word. I already wrote about heels. But I can write more. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn heels –serious heels.
on my heels – on my toes – foot down – pedal to the metal – why does everythig have to go?
Everyday – everyhour – on heels on my toes
on the minute to the second – on my heels on my toes – put my foot down – no is the word
wheels up here we go
why does everything have to go?
rigtht now in this very moment – off my heels, off my toes – on my knees – please god why does everything have to go.
Heels are at the bottom of ones foot or are they the soles. Heels can also mean the height it adds to your original height by way of the extension on your shoes. Well heels can be painful either way on shoes or on your foot if not taken care of
She stood on stilts: her butt never looked right without being perked three inches higher.
the first time i wore heals was at a funeral for my great grandma. the second time i wore heals was at my other great grandmas funeral. then the next time was homecoming. things get worse before they get better. homecoming was one of the best days of my life.
things on the back of your feet
make girls legs look longer and thinner
pretty
all sorts of different ones
can get infections and big ugly crusty heels
some may smell
stillettos are for whores
kitten heels are for pussys
so wear some normal ones and youll do fine
She wore 4 inch heels to work each day. Her suits were homely, nondescript. But her shoes were fabulous. I remember having visions of her taking off her shoes and walking on the very tips of her toes and repeat the word “fruition.” She liked that word; she liked high heels. That’s all I know about her.
heels. the heels of my shoes are worn out and weary. my eyes my face sad and teary i don’t know where i am going to to where i should head i think i’ll just sit here and sulk instead. everyone sleeps and the rain falls my heels are for me nothing at all.
women were heels all the time to important occasions or just to go out and party. Heels are actually very, very, hurtful, of course it has to depend on the heel. Because 5-inch heels are killer to your feet compared to 2- inch heels. In my opinion, heels are amazing, go heels!
heels click and clack. they wear them on the subway; they wear them while walking up a steep hill. they wear them while grocery shopping, and while making love.
in the workspace, only slippers will do. so why? why? why? even wear them at all?
hurt. period. walking on your heels? hurts. walking in heels? hurts. walking off your heels? hurts. sorry to sound like a mastercard commercial but no matter what way you put heels into a sentence it implies pain. there is no comfort in the heel whatsoever, they should be banned from human existence.
Those black heels. With the buckle. They hold me high above the world. they have the salt from that night where the snow had seeped into sidewalks. They hold the dust from that sparkling night i kicked my feet up on your knees. and of course our night. the blowing magic. my heels held me up. as my ankles knocked and knees saunter from side to side. as you look at me, like i am tall and something to look at. i must not have been too great.
i love high heels. they make my legs look sleek and make me feel ultra feminine. i just wish they didn’t hurt so much. and that maybe they wouldn’t be so slippery on marble floor, because i walk on a lot of slippery marble, and i love wearing heels.
she saw them and she had to have them. she’d been trying to be more bold, more… spontaneous, more of what she thought he might be looking for. she couldn’t really walk in them, and they were far removed from her typical style, but she thought that dancing with him in them might just be the step she needed to make him see her differently, to make him wake up and see that she could be more than just the sarcastic, sometimes awkward girl from the spanish club. but she left them at home the night he broke her heart on the dance floor, and now there they sit, in her closet.
gathering dust but still with the shine which caught her eye, like the sparkle in his eyes when he flashes that winning, confused smile he always makes when he’s a bit lost. but she can’t even look at them now. just as she can’t look at him now. their vibrant red reminds her of the ardent passion with which she first fell for him. their high, lethal-looking heel reminds her of the peril she was putting herself in by allowing herself to fall so hard. and they both reminded her of wasted potential, because together they could have been great.
shoes. suck. point. don’tcare.minute.also has meaning minute. tiny. little.miniature.dwarves.lotsofcrowsrecently. baby black jesus? no. theywouldn’t. especially them. not literary. creative. ignore feelings. don’t think so. mmmm. go away. want out. bequiet. naaaa. you shouldn’t. we’ll see.
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the heel of the mast made an uneasy creaking noise. my stomach churned, the insides of my body begging to get out, maybe to safety. I felt the ice cold fear coarse through my body, from my lower spine to my finger nails, I couldn’t think straight. i knew i was scared, and i could see the terror on my crews faces, one big dark hollow pit, hoping for one single light to show them the way. i knew i had to be that light. all color showing no trace of coming back, i blinked as hard as i could, maybe trying to forget where i was, how i got here, and i let out a light-hearted laugh, letting that vibration of joy becon the tan color of my sun-loved skin back. we may have been about to pass a barrier known only to those at the end of life, but now we were ready.
my heels are blistered because i wore those stupid red target shoes. i don’t know why i keep wearing them because they always give me blisters, but they matched my earring that were blue and red. i got those earrings at monkey’s with Nitya. i hate Nitya. She is such a selfish human being. I am so ready to never see her ugly smelly Indian face ever again. And now all of a sudden Jen likes her. Well, they make a really great ugly and unhappy pair. Now I’m thinking about rereading this and how i probably sound like a 5 year old girl and that its not very poetic. now i’m wondering when I can stop typing. aren’t they supposed to clock me out at a minute.
Feminine shoes come in low or no heels styles. Besides, Women foolish enough to wear medium and high heels nearly everyday, lose the ability to wear non-heel shoes and have pain and poor balance when out of shoes. Sexy is Sexy without heels AND should NOT be your main concern day to day. Not being a moron should be one’s primary concern.
Painful
long
pointy
red
stiletto
Louis Vuitton
tall pointy black high heels blisters business-y. red patent leather stilletoes sexy. leopard print peeptoe heels at lush. kinda uncomfortable but so worth it. confident, composed, successful, beautiful.
America-jin no Haiku:
From the banks’ websites
Came another epic fail-
Mis-programming HEELS!
I dislike heels. I always have. Not just high-heels. Heels as in parts of your feet.Yuk. They are painful if you hurt them (what isn’t?) and they just looks plain ugly.Heels are also deadly. Achilles, anyone? The end of his life came too soon just because of one tiny little part of his body. What a stupid necessity. And to make matters worse, people wear crazy shoes that make their feet even more susceptible to injuries due to that one insignificant and ugly heel. Pointless. Unless you’re wearing high heels.
i have hooker heels, they are pretty legit but i think one day imma eat shit while wearing them cuz they are pretty fucking tall like no joke! i m hungry! ahaha! alexa smells really bad and she is right next t to me maybe i should have her wear the heels!
Heels carry the burden of life. Withered, cracked, peeling–each heel tells the story of its journey cross weathered plains and sandy shores. The heels that tell your story will always be with you, but always out of sight.
Heels hurt. Anyone who says they don’t is lying. My lack of femininity is definitely my Achilles Heel. Heels.
HIGH CLASSY RED WOMEN SEXY SEX BLONDE FALL RABBIT MOUSE SUN STREET SHOPPING NIGHT DANCE PURSE KINKY
dog i dont realy know what to write so im just gonna write what i am doing right now im watching ghost wisperer with my firend and im in love with this guy that is my boyfriend he is perfect for me
Click clack, click clack. That’s the sound I hear everytime I walk through the halls. Girls with their hooker heels, dressed like a model, walk by me with their noses turned up like I was rotten vomit. Click clack, click clack. Thats the sound that lowers my self esteem.
i can’t remember the last time they were higher than 2 inches off the floor. i keep eying those pretty shoes in my closet — maybe one day i’ll actually wear them.
keeps you on your feet!
six inch
Head over heels in love, that’s what we used to be… Not anymore. Now we barely talk and I am in love with someone else. You are unaware and I am unwilling to share my feelings. I wish we could go back the way we used to be, head over heels in love.
Heels. High heels. They make pretty girls prettier and make ok feet extremely uncomfortable. I like them cuz they keep the shape to my calves when i wear dresses. I wear them to much. will they benefit me? for now. later? not so much. but im not thinking that far ahead.