Tangled hair is nasty. No one likes tangled hair. Only poor people have tangly hair. L’Oreal kids shampoo will make your hair tangle free. Removing a hair tangle is worse than pulling a lion’s tooth. Tangles are nasty. Nasty tangles.
I think these wires might be alive. When I place them in the drawer together they seem to grasp on to each other more and more until they become a knotted mess. Like us, they sometimes have trouble letting go.
Spiders. Caught and struggling. Horror and frustration. To be a a place where your heart is screaming and hope seems to be so far away. reaching and never quiet making it out.
when I was little, my dad would always comb the tanges out of my hair. I had really really cuirly long hair and he would always comb it for me like a good daddy. While he combed it, he would tell me a story about a family of tangles; a mommy tangle, a daddi tangle, ect. He would then proceed to name my tangle and call it a mommy tangle, or baby tangle. It was fun.
After measuring his ability to write sixty seconds about a single word, Nick is again plagued by the challenge of writing another string of random words. This time, however, his challenge is heightened by the need to make words inspired by the same word he did before. He was able to creatively describe his thoughts about the word the first time, but now, faced with the same word, he is not certain in his ability to make another story.
I got tangled with you in the ocean. We were trying to swim but we got stuck on each others arms. When we tried to un-tangle we just got even more tangled. But I like being tangled with you.
Annie told Ben that Jon liked them both, but only would admit it if Stephanie were around, as Aviad and Tal were both crushing on Stephanie’s sister Mary, and Jon was Stephanie’s best friend, after all.
the shoelaces as you try to leave your house really quickly. the wires after a tornado or hurricane. the pieces of heart that are left behind after a breakup. the complications in life as you meet new people and lose some.
Tangled love. It was seen in the past with the infamous, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Romeo and Juliet. But today, in the real world, it is still there. We struggle to untangle that wanted love. When we think we have finally found, another obstacle arises. The only thing to remember is that you have to find a way to untangle it when the love is real. So just straighten it out. Once it’s untangled, live it and never let it get tangled again.
a knotted up mess that can not be undone. it’s has no beginning nor an end. it is cyclical, and endless. a messy, knot that has no beginning nor an end. or maybe it can be undone.
I don’t understand how I’ve become so tangled. It seems as if I try to go one way, but something always turns me around. I’m not sure how to get out of this mess because I am in so deep. He used to always look at me with those eyes full of love and passion, but now, he is so distant…leaving me confused.
The knots were hard to get out. “Arg!! I hate having long hair!!” the young girl yelled. She threw her brush across the room and watched as her handmaiden crouched in fear. “I’m gonna chop it all off!” she yelled and went for the scissors.
when lies are told it is like a tangled spider wed of deception and continues to just become more and more tangled as you need to tell lies to cover lies and then you are not even aware of the truth any more because you have convinced yourself of all the lies as truth
it takes two to tangle, that should be tango but somehow the locking of limbs, the smooth winding of legs the swirl of taffetta, click of snapping heels creates a swirling energy that mixes all around it into a rythmical mix
hair is tangled and knotty if you dont brush it. when i get out of the shower, my hair is always tangled but dont worry…you can purchase special shampoo to help prevent getting tangled hair. thank god! now my hair is lucious and untangled and nicely combed! i love shampoo
It was a mess. Nothing would help the ribbon unfurl, instead it grew tighter and tighter. Who knew a birthday ribbon would make such an effective form of capture?
tangled hair, everywhere. you can’t get the brush through it. they put something in her hair that made it untamable, tangled beyond belief. brush, brush, to matte the mess more than really fix it. what a tangled mess.
Tangle makes me think of tangled! Which I haven’t seen yet, but will on Sunday.
I love Disney films. Whilst they definitely give out a biased view of the world (which isn’t great for kids, as they do genuinely grow up believing that people live happily ever after), it’s also nice to have some films on the market that are generally just happy.
All the time.
And with catchy songs playing too =]
i feel like i’m in a tangle, even now when there is no apparent tangle to be seen. Knots, confusion, galore. I don’t want to be in a tangle. That’s all I know. I want to be free, happy, grateful and content. Surround myself with good, right and beautiful things…
I feel tangled most of the time. Lost in some twisted labyrinth that doesn’t carry any way out. It’s called life and I’m supposed to find my way, but all I do is wandering around paths and hallways, trying to live and breathe and laugh so that the walk will get easier over the years. And I see you in the labyrinth as well. Our paths has crossed once in a while, before we’re heading off to somewhere else. But we’re in the same tangle. The tangle called life.
Tangled clothng on the floor, tangled arms and legs, back arched, lips parted, gasping for air.Tangled hair that she tries to smooth down with her hands. Tangled feelings and tangled emotions. What a tangled mess. Yet she goes back to it, every weekend, like clockwork.
Is it really a tangle if she walks into it so willingly?
tangle
My feet stepped on the damp ground, vines tangled and wove through the trees roots and branches so thickly I had to step carefully and move the thick vines to create a clearing to walk through. The forest was so dense barely any sunlight shone through. Loud noises from birds and monkeys rang through and startled me whenever the sounds were too near.
hair was in a tangle, clothes were on inside out. lipstick was gone, except for the corners of her mouth. she opened every drawer in the house, looking for cash.
o no that’s so frustrating whi does that happen? It drives me insane. But it’s so satisfying untanglisng something. It wriggles but this doesn’t make any sense. Like rubbing up against strangers on the underground. Very weird. Why do we let that happen? Gross. Why am, I still writing this crap? Cake is good. Too much is just rank though. Hmm… I’ve run out of ideas now …Disney? Disney is good. Good old Lion King. Such fun.
i see a ball of ribbon laying tangled in front of me. my mum always used to lie up my hair with a long golden ribbon. it used to keep the stray hairs out of my eyes. but the ball looks so displaced on the table. shouldn’t it keep things organised? what happened to the order that it usually creates? this mess is too much. lacey ribbon should be savoured, displayed and adored. it shouldn’t be neglected in this manner. whatever next?
tangled up in space and i like it. it’s so vast and big. tangled up in love and i want to take a bath in it. i love baths. and i love love. i love being in love. and i love this boy. his name is pj. and i’m all tangled up in him. i love him. and i want him.
Tangled in knots. My life. A web of uncontrolled chaos – constantly spiralling, winding and twisting until I don’t know where I am anymore. Sometimes I wish for calm, but mostly I embrase the cacophany – it is life afterall.
i see a ball of ribbon laying tangled in front of me. my mum always used to lie up my hair with a long golden ribbon. it used to keep my golden hair out of my eyes. but it looks so displaced on the table. shouldn’t it keep things organised? what happened to the order that it usually creates? this mess is too much. lacey ribbon should be savoured, displayed and adored. it shouldn’t be neglected in this manner. whatever next?
My feet stepped on the damp ground, vines tangled and wove through the trees roots and branches so thickly I had to step carefully and move the thick vines to create a clearing to walk through. The forest was so dense barely any sunlight shone through. Loud noises from birds and monkeys rang through and startled me whenever the sounds were too near.
Tangled in knots. My life. A web of uncontrolled chaos – constantly spiralling, winding and twisting until I don’t know where I am anymore. Sometimes I wish for calm, but mostly I embrase the cacophany – it is life afterall.
The tangle of limbs was awkward but also highly hilarious. It was awkward because, well, he was sixteen and bright-eyed, lissome and golden-handsome, and she was twenty-four, frumpy, and angry. It was hilarious because he’d fallen first, having tripped over some other poor fool who was taken down with a sweep, and then by sheer luck and his own clumsiness he’d taken her down with him.
He turned, very deliberately, and nosed under her jaw.
My hair gets tangled so easily. That’s what hair does when it gets long, although mine will never be long enough. There’s something cool about tangled hair, but I don’t quite know what. Maybe it’s the memory of countless days spent at the beach, skin burnt, hair unwashed and tangled, hours spent in the warm lake… That is why I love where I live.
TANGLEY……
Tangled hair is nasty. No one likes tangled hair. Only poor people have tangly hair. L’Oreal kids shampoo will make your hair tangle free. Removing a hair tangle is worse than pulling a lion’s tooth. Tangles are nasty. Nasty tangles.
I think these wires might be alive. When I place them in the drawer together they seem to grasp on to each other more and more until they become a knotted mess. Like us, they sometimes have trouble letting go.
Spiders. Caught and struggling. Horror and frustration. To be a a place where your heart is screaming and hope seems to be so far away. reaching and never quiet making it out.
when I was little, my dad would always comb the tanges out of my hair. I had really really cuirly long hair and he would always comb it for me like a good daddy. While he combed it, he would tell me a story about a family of tangles; a mommy tangle, a daddi tangle, ect. He would then proceed to name my tangle and call it a mommy tangle, or baby tangle. It was fun.
After measuring his ability to write sixty seconds about a single word, Nick is again plagued by the challenge of writing another string of random words. This time, however, his challenge is heightened by the need to make words inspired by the same word he did before. He was able to creatively describe his thoughts about the word the first time, but now, faced with the same word, he is not certain in his ability to make another story.
I got tangled with you in the ocean. We were trying to swim but we got stuck on each others arms. When we tried to un-tangle we just got even more tangled. But I like being tangled with you.
Annie told Ben that Jon liked them both, but only would admit it if Stephanie were around, as Aviad and Tal were both crushing on Stephanie’s sister Mary, and Jon was Stephanie’s best friend, after all.
the shoelaces as you try to leave your house really quickly. the wires after a tornado or hurricane. the pieces of heart that are left behind after a breakup. the complications in life as you meet new people and lose some.
tangle is a word i never heard about. i wish to learn alot about it in the future. i never heard of tangle eve
Tangled love. It was seen in the past with the infamous, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Romeo and Juliet. But today, in the real world, it is still there. We struggle to untangle that wanted love. When we think we have finally found, another obstacle arises. The only thing to remember is that you have to find a way to untangle it when the love is real. So just straighten it out. Once it’s untangled, live it and never let it get tangled again.
a knotted up mess that can not be undone. it’s has no beginning nor an end. it is cyclical, and endless. a messy, knot that has no beginning nor an end. or maybe it can be undone.
I don’t understand how I’ve become so tangled. It seems as if I try to go one way, but something always turns me around. I’m not sure how to get out of this mess because I am in so deep. He used to always look at me with those eyes full of love and passion, but now, he is so distant…leaving me confused.
Well isn’t this a mess, I was all fine by myself one day and now my happiness is tied to yours, intertwined, irrevocably tangled along with my heart.
Shit.
The knots were hard to get out. “Arg!! I hate having long hair!!” the young girl yelled. She threw her brush across the room and watched as her handmaiden crouched in fear. “I’m gonna chop it all off!” she yelled and went for the scissors.
when lies are told it is like a tangled spider wed of deception and continues to just become more and more tangled as you need to tell lies to cover lies and then you are not even aware of the truth any more because you have convinced yourself of all the lies as truth
it takes two to tangle, that should be tango but somehow the locking of limbs, the smooth winding of legs the swirl of taffetta, click of snapping heels creates a swirling energy that mixes all around it into a rythmical mix
hair is tangled and knotty if you dont brush it. when i get out of the shower, my hair is always tangled but dont worry…you can purchase special shampoo to help prevent getting tangled hair. thank god! now my hair is lucious and untangled and nicely combed! i love shampoo
It was a mess. Nothing would help the ribbon unfurl, instead it grew tighter and tighter. Who knew a birthday ribbon would make such an effective form of capture?
tangled hair, everywhere. you can’t get the brush through it. they put something in her hair that made it untamable, tangled beyond belief. brush, brush, to matte the mess more than really fix it. what a tangled mess.
Tangle makes me think of tangled! Which I haven’t seen yet, but will on Sunday.
I love Disney films. Whilst they definitely give out a biased view of the world (which isn’t great for kids, as they do genuinely grow up believing that people live happily ever after), it’s also nice to have some films on the market that are generally just happy.
All the time.
And with catchy songs playing too =]
its a tangle of threads. this you. this me. it can not easily be undone, despite the discomfort and confusion and love.
i feel like i’m in a tangle, even now when there is no apparent tangle to be seen. Knots, confusion, galore. I don’t want to be in a tangle. That’s all I know. I want to be free, happy, grateful and content. Surround myself with good, right and beautiful things…
I feel tangled most of the time. Lost in some twisted labyrinth that doesn’t carry any way out. It’s called life and I’m supposed to find my way, but all I do is wandering around paths and hallways, trying to live and breathe and laugh so that the walk will get easier over the years. And I see you in the labyrinth as well. Our paths has crossed once in a while, before we’re heading off to somewhere else. But we’re in the same tangle. The tangle called life.
Tangled clothng on the floor, tangled arms and legs, back arched, lips parted, gasping for air.Tangled hair that she tries to smooth down with her hands. Tangled feelings and tangled emotions. What a tangled mess. Yet she goes back to it, every weekend, like clockwork.
Is it really a tangle if she walks into it so willingly?
tangle
My feet stepped on the damp ground, vines tangled and wove through the trees roots and branches so thickly I had to step carefully and move the thick vines to create a clearing to walk through. The forest was so dense barely any sunlight shone through. Loud noises from birds and monkeys rang through and startled me whenever the sounds were too near.
hair was in a tangle, clothes were on inside out. lipstick was gone, except for the corners of her mouth. she opened every drawer in the house, looking for cash.
my hair is tangled. that reminds me of the movie tangled. it was awesome. I hated the conditions in which we were when we watched it but it was nice.
Tangled up in blue. Tangle is…hat? times up?
o no that’s so frustrating whi does that happen? It drives me insane. But it’s so satisfying untanglisng something. It wriggles but this doesn’t make any sense. Like rubbing up against strangers on the underground. Very weird. Why do we let that happen? Gross. Why am, I still writing this crap? Cake is good. Too much is just rank though. Hmm… I’ve run out of ideas now …Disney? Disney is good. Good old Lion King. Such fun.
i see a ball of ribbon laying tangled in front of me. my mum always used to lie up my hair with a long golden ribbon. it used to keep the stray hairs out of my eyes. but the ball looks so displaced on the table. shouldn’t it keep things organised? what happened to the order that it usually creates? this mess is too much. lacey ribbon should be savoured, displayed and adored. it shouldn’t be neglected in this manner. whatever next?
tangled hair of my lover wrapped around my broken face, weathered from my work of which is am not proud. tangle reminds me of heartbreak
tangled up in space and i like it. it’s so vast and big. tangled up in love and i want to take a bath in it. i love baths. and i love love. i love being in love. and i love this boy. his name is pj. and i’m all tangled up in him. i love him. and i want him.
Tangled in knots. My life. A web of uncontrolled chaos – constantly spiralling, winding and twisting until I don’t know where I am anymore. Sometimes I wish for calm, but mostly I embrase the cacophany – it is life afterall.
i see a ball of ribbon laying tangled in front of me. my mum always used to lie up my hair with a long golden ribbon. it used to keep my golden hair out of my eyes. but it looks so displaced on the table. shouldn’t it keep things organised? what happened to the order that it usually creates? this mess is too much. lacey ribbon should be savoured, displayed and adored. it shouldn’t be neglected in this manner. whatever next?
My feet stepped on the damp ground, vines tangled and wove through the trees roots and branches so thickly I had to step carefully and move the thick vines to create a clearing to walk through. The forest was so dense barely any sunlight shone through. Loud noises from birds and monkeys rang through and startled me whenever the sounds were too near.
this describes my life right now- interwoven in various strands.
Tangled in knots. My life. A web of uncontrolled chaos – constantly spiralling, winding and twisting until I don’t know where I am anymore. Sometimes I wish for calm, but mostly I embrase the cacophany – it is life afterall.
The tangle of limbs was awkward but also highly hilarious. It was awkward because, well, he was sixteen and bright-eyed, lissome and golden-handsome, and she was twenty-four, frumpy, and angry. It was hilarious because he’d fallen first, having tripped over some other poor fool who was taken down with a sweep, and then by sheer luck and his own clumsiness he’d taken her down with him.
He turned, very deliberately, and nosed under her jaw.
“Gotcha,” he said.
My hair gets tangled so easily. That’s what hair does when it gets long, although mine will never be long enough. There’s something cool about tangled hair, but I don’t quite know what. Maybe it’s the memory of countless days spent at the beach, skin burnt, hair unwashed and tangled, hours spent in the warm lake… That is why I love where I live.