tangle; to be tangled up in something. To be confused, lost or hurting. You can have too many ideas that you are tangled. When things are tangled it causes confusion, disorganization, and loss.
my hair keeps falling out in the shower. my dad is right about karma bc i make fun of him being bald and now it’ll happen to me…i will also end up marrying a bald guy. and have hairless cats. shit like that would happen in my life. i really want to marry a guy with curly hair. brown curly hair like a stoner, but not a stoner…
The girl rushed through the seemingly endless crowd of people, desperate to find someone she knew. Only ten years old, she was a pebble in this ocean of people, a harsh sea crackling with screams, waves breaking at every turn with fights. It had begun with the protesters on one side, a ruffian band sporting only their anger and determination, and the neatly clothed police, wielding whatever weapons the government had the money to supply them. But it was now just a tangled mass of bodies, and the girl was entertwined in it, nearly trampled at every turn, squished, drowning in the twisting war.
I am in a tangled web – oh what a tangled web we weave when we set out to deceive. I also think of my hair – how it gets tangled after a shower and I am forced to brush it, pulling the knots out with violent jerks. THat’s how my hair get’s so frizzy, you know, that not even a flattening iron can straighten that mess out.
Tangle looks like a fun word, a happy word – I want to be tangled, want to tangle with me? It’s not, though. It’s kind of negative… tangle tangle tangle!
My hair was a tangled mess after yet another night of tossing and turning. Sleep is elusive when your mind is in as much of a tangle as your hair. At least I can brush my hair.
Caught in this mess. Separate one strand from the other. No time to waste. Can’t stop, must keep going. On and on and on until it is finally done. Can’t stop, won’t stop until I’m done. I can’t be satisfied until I have succeeded. What else can I do than keep going and going and going…
i was tangled in a barn yard and i love the book tangled. you know there was a man that got tangled in a cord and then died right after he jumped off of the cliff? tangle is to get wraped up in something.
Long hair takes more than just a good comb… it takes a gentle hand and lots of tenderness to get through. The snarls and knots can be intimidating to all but the most motherly hands and a sweet, soft, delicious smelling crown of hair is the best reward.
i get tangled up in so many lies. when you lie about one thing, to keep it true, you have to keeping spilling more and more. I am really bad about this. my life gets so messed up, and in the end theres only one thing i can do about it. come clean. which puts me back further for what i said in the beginning. people see that i messed up and lied in the first place, and kept it going. i wish there was a way to get away from it. but you honestly cant. something always sweeps you back to the truth. no matter how horrible it is.
They were in love. A tangle of arms and legs. They repeated the sentiment over and over and over again. They kept writhing, kept moaning, kept grinding. Eventually they lay together. Tangled in love.
There were tangles in her hair which trailed down her back. She wanted to run her fingers through it to correct something in her out of control life. But even the tresses disobeyed her.
tangle rhymes with wagle like a wriggle and a wag put together
people can waglearms, and dogs can agle tails
tangle is also a name similar to a pokemon
i remember when i was younger and my mother would comb my hair. i’d scream when it pulled too hard, and she would work all the tangles out until my hair was soft and smooth. i miss those days.
The longer you leave it, the more hair tangles, just like my train of thought as I continue to write about things. Things I don’t want to write about, because that means accepting them, acknowledging them. I’m not ready to become untangled yet.
I got tangled up in his arms as he held me close to his body. I hated being with him but being in his arms felt familiar. I knew that I should push away but my body would not move or listen to me at all. Why can I move? Why can’t I forget him?
hair being a mess and needing a comb to brush it out..
the movie tangled it awesome i really want to see it i hope it comes out on dvd soon so i can see it..
i need a brush
He would have to rethink all of it. The pills, the feeding of the cat, the tangle of silverware and memories in his kitchen drawer. Was it worth leaving behind? He wasn’t sure any more.
my hair is in a tangle. my mind is in a tangle, sometimes i don’t know what decision i want to make or how i can even decide. i have heard about this movie called tangled. its about rapunzel and her story and such. i hate when the wind blows and complely rapes my hair. it tangles it so bad that i have to use a pound of conditioner.
I got tangled up in his arms as he held me close to his body. I hated being with him but being in his arms felt familiar. I knew that I should push away but my body would not move or listen to me at all. Why can I move? Why can’t I forget him?
I feel tangled up inside. Confused and strange, almost conflicted. Conflicted, thats the word. It has tangled my insides, like vines from a tree in the amazon, pulling my veins and heart into a strangling mess of blood and tears.
Tangles in my hair. Tangles in my heart. You leave them both, through relations through break through issues through everything. I run my hands through I try to repair but the tangle is too much. I can’t untangle. I can’t. The end is coming and it’s getting larger, more complex, harder to understand. Where do I go from here? Tangles in my brain. Tangles, everywhere.
life is a tangle. from day to day trying to get your head straight on tasks to the big picture trying to get your life straight on tasks. spend each moment untangling.
tamgled was the hair of the little gurl her hair was tangled not tamgled. but thats ok because she liked it that way and she liked it when she couldnt even get her fingers through her hair. then her mom got a brush and it was over. so sad all gone all clean
once i was tangled up in a string of things wrapped around other things, like a web of lies that devoured my very being. there was no real way to escape, nothing you could say could free me from the mess. weary, i find inside myself the strength to unravel all the troubles around me. You may have forgotten me, but I will free myself from you.
My hair tangles in the wind the way fishing lines do in the waves, beneath the boats. And like the fishing line, the tangles are worsened with wear, often simply left, forgotten.
Why are tangles so hated, so despised, as to be left for lost? Tangles are the history of mankind, and should be expected and respected thus.
Her hair was tangled across her bloody mouth. She coughed and took a painful drag of her cigarette. Everything hurt. Everything was blurred and messed up.
Thick, hot, heavy hair that would turn into what my mother called a “rats nest”. A painful, angry brushing session culminated in a trip to the hair dresser. I remember sitting high up in the chair, my body entombed in a big plastic mountain of apron. Staring in the mirror, I saw a strange head with heavy eyebrows and a bowl cut staring back.
I want to get tangled in your love. embraced by all that you are. i want to get lost in your sorrows. and elated by your happiness. i want to get tangled in you. because even though I wouldn’t understand why, at least I am lost with you.
The feel of his hand tangling themselfs inmy long hair is comforting.He kisses me softly and i feel alive to the fullest. I entwine my hands in his short shaggy hair and we get tangled in the sheets. This is bliss. Sweet, Sweet bliss.
i’m reminded of the new movie tangled. about Repunzel, I think. I never saw it. I also think of my hair after i shower. Can never get it to comb through right away. It’s soooo annoying.
I want to get tangled in your love. Wheter its horrible, or beautiful. I want to be tangled in your sorrows, your happiness, everything about. I want to be beautifully tangled with you. Because it wouldn’t matter that I was messed up, beat down, or subjected to the right of society, because at least I am tangled with you.
tangle; to be tangled up in something. To be confused, lost or hurting. You can have too many ideas that you are tangled. When things are tangled it causes confusion, disorganization, and loss.
my hair keeps falling out in the shower. my dad is right about karma bc i make fun of him being bald and now it’ll happen to me…i will also end up marrying a bald guy. and have hairless cats. shit like that would happen in my life. i really want to marry a guy with curly hair. brown curly hair like a stoner, but not a stoner…
The girl rushed through the seemingly endless crowd of people, desperate to find someone she knew. Only ten years old, she was a pebble in this ocean of people, a harsh sea crackling with screams, waves breaking at every turn with fights. It had begun with the protesters on one side, a ruffian band sporting only their anger and determination, and the neatly clothed police, wielding whatever weapons the government had the money to supply them. But it was now just a tangled mass of bodies, and the girl was entertwined in it, nearly trampled at every turn, squished, drowning in the twisting war.
I am in a tangled web – oh what a tangled web we weave when we set out to deceive. I also think of my hair – how it gets tangled after a shower and I am forced to brush it, pulling the knots out with violent jerks. THat’s how my hair get’s so frizzy, you know, that not even a flattening iron can straighten that mess out.
Tangle looks like a fun word, a happy word – I want to be tangled, want to tangle with me? It’s not, though. It’s kind of negative… tangle tangle tangle!
My hair was a tangled mess after yet another night of tossing and turning. Sleep is elusive when your mind is in as much of a tangle as your hair. At least I can brush my hair.
Caught in this mess. Separate one strand from the other. No time to waste. Can’t stop, must keep going. On and on and on until it is finally done. Can’t stop, won’t stop until I’m done. I can’t be satisfied until I have succeeded. What else can I do than keep going and going and going…
i was tangled in a barn yard and i love the book tangled. you know there was a man that got tangled in a cord and then died right after he jumped off of the cliff? tangle is to get wraped up in something.
Long hair takes more than just a good comb… it takes a gentle hand and lots of tenderness to get through. The snarls and knots can be intimidating to all but the most motherly hands and a sweet, soft, delicious smelling crown of hair is the best reward.
I sometimes feel like
my insides are all tangled up.
Like spaghetti and meat balls
my heart and kidneys seem
confused.
And all through the night
my body likes to dance
and rearrange into new
patterns
new fears.
i get tangled up in so many lies. when you lie about one thing, to keep it true, you have to keeping spilling more and more. I am really bad about this. my life gets so messed up, and in the end theres only one thing i can do about it. come clean. which puts me back further for what i said in the beginning. people see that i messed up and lied in the first place, and kept it going. i wish there was a way to get away from it. but you honestly cant. something always sweeps you back to the truth. no matter how horrible it is.
They were in love. A tangle of arms and legs. They repeated the sentiment over and over and over again. They kept writhing, kept moaning, kept grinding. Eventually they lay together. Tangled in love.
There were tangles in her hair which trailed down her back. She wanted to run her fingers through it to correct something in her out of control life. But even the tresses disobeyed her.
tangle rhymes with wagle like a wriggle and a wag put together
people can waglearms, and dogs can agle tails
tangle is also a name similar to a pokemon
He couldn’t undo the tangle he got himself into. But, he really didn’t want to. It’s been ages his he dreamed up his little plan.
i remember when i was younger and my mother would comb my hair. i’d scream when it pulled too hard, and she would work all the tangles out until my hair was soft and smooth. i miss those days.
The longer you leave it, the more hair tangles, just like my train of thought as I continue to write about things. Things I don’t want to write about, because that means accepting them, acknowledging them. I’m not ready to become untangled yet.
I got tangled up in his arms as he held me close to his body. I hated being with him but being in his arms felt familiar. I knew that I should push away but my body would not move or listen to me at all. Why can I move? Why can’t I forget him?
The hair came out in a tangled clump, with dirt and debris from the field woven through it. It was like holding a small bird’s nest in my hand.
hair being a mess and needing a comb to brush it out..
the movie tangled it awesome i really want to see it i hope it comes out on dvd soon so i can see it..
i need a brush
He would have to rethink all of it. The pills, the feeding of the cat, the tangle of silverware and memories in his kitchen drawer. Was it worth leaving behind? He wasn’t sure any more.
Is it so terribly wrong that all I can think of now is the movie?
“You leave me no choice…here comes the smolder.”
my hair is in a tangle. my mind is in a tangle, sometimes i don’t know what decision i want to make or how i can even decide. i have heard about this movie called tangled. its about rapunzel and her story and such. i hate when the wind blows and complely rapes my hair. it tangles it so bad that i have to use a pound of conditioner.
Haiku kakimashita:
Speak not untrue words
For they will tangle as vines
And to death may choke
I got tangled up in his arms as he held me close to his body. I hated being with him but being in his arms felt familiar. I knew that I should push away but my body would not move or listen to me at all. Why can I move? Why can’t I forget him?
Exciting physically otherwise a big mess when emotionally involved sprit wise or mentally.
I feel tangled up inside. Confused and strange, almost conflicted. Conflicted, thats the word. It has tangled my insides, like vines from a tree in the amazon, pulling my veins and heart into a strangling mess of blood and tears.
Tangled hair along your face make me want to brush it from your eyes and gently kiss you.
When the breeze lift the tangle I see the tears of sadness.
Tangles in my hair. Tangles in my heart. You leave them both, through relations through break through issues through everything. I run my hands through I try to repair but the tangle is too much. I can’t untangle. I can’t. The end is coming and it’s getting larger, more complex, harder to understand. Where do I go from here? Tangles in my brain. Tangles, everywhere.
life is a tangle. from day to day trying to get your head straight on tasks to the big picture trying to get your life straight on tasks. spend each moment untangling.
tamgled was the hair of the little gurl her hair was tangled not tamgled. but thats ok because she liked it that way and she liked it when she couldnt even get her fingers through her hair. then her mom got a brush and it was over. so sad all gone all clean
once i was tangled up in a string of things wrapped around other things, like a web of lies that devoured my very being. there was no real way to escape, nothing you could say could free me from the mess. weary, i find inside myself the strength to unravel all the troubles around me. You may have forgotten me, but I will free myself from you.
mangle. dangle. strangle. dangle the angle. tangled up in plaid is a very good song by queens of the stone age. page. rage…against the machine.
My hair tangles in the wind the way fishing lines do in the waves, beneath the boats. And like the fishing line, the tangles are worsened with wear, often simply left, forgotten.
Why are tangles so hated, so despised, as to be left for lost? Tangles are the history of mankind, and should be expected and respected thus.
Her hair was tangled across her bloody mouth. She coughed and took a painful drag of her cigarette. Everything hurt. Everything was blurred and messed up.
Thick, hot, heavy hair that would turn into what my mother called a “rats nest”. A painful, angry brushing session culminated in a trip to the hair dresser. I remember sitting high up in the chair, my body entombed in a big plastic mountain of apron. Staring in the mirror, I saw a strange head with heavy eyebrows and a bowl cut staring back.
I want to get tangled in your love. embraced by all that you are. i want to get lost in your sorrows. and elated by your happiness. i want to get tangled in you. because even though I wouldn’t understand why, at least I am lost with you.
messy
cluster
bad
hair
a movie called tangled up
things happening in Egypt
The feel of his hand tangling themselfs inmy long hair is comforting.He kisses me softly and i feel alive to the fullest. I entwine my hands in his short shaggy hair and we get tangled in the sheets. This is bliss. Sweet, Sweet bliss.
i’m reminded of the new movie tangled. about Repunzel, I think. I never saw it. I also think of my hair after i shower. Can never get it to comb through right away. It’s soooo annoying.
I want to get tangled in your love. Wheter its horrible, or beautiful. I want to be tangled in your sorrows, your happiness, everything about. I want to be beautifully tangled with you. Because it wouldn’t matter that I was messed up, beat down, or subjected to the right of society, because at least I am tangled with you.