Selphie likes to braid Irvine’s hair. Irvine doesn’t like it, but sometimes she just looks up at him with those gorgeous green eyes of hers and he can’t say no. She sits him down between her legs and rakes her cute little hands through his long hair and it feels like maybe he’s died and gone to heaven- something he’d never give up, no matter how ridiculous he looks in the end.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to braid. And I suppose now I do. But I can’t get the whole “french braid” thing down. Wow, this is a really lame and pointless post. Fail, Kelsey, fail. :(
I like braiding people’s hair, it’s relaxing and it makes me feel like I’m good at something. I learned to braid hair in grade school on one of my dolls. I remember being so happy when I figured it out. It makes me feel more in touch with my Native American side. I like it when people compliment me on how nice it looks.
sarah
I wish I knew how to braid. I can’t even braid my own hair. It’s sad. My friends and I planned a day to all wear our hair in braids and I couldn’t braid mine myself. I either have to ask my mom or my friend. I feel like a failure as a girl to not be able to braid. I can braid string. It takes me a while, but I can. I just can’t braid hair, whether my own or someone elses’.
I already had this word but here goes
Beauty isn’t simple
It has no price to pay
Its more complicated then putting your hair in a braid
She has nothing left to say
Whats beed said has been said
Braiding hair is one of the most interesting ways to style your hair. i love braiding my hair because it gets it out of my face. It makes me feel prettier and I love the renaissance look it gives to you! Braiding hair has always been a wonderful style for any type of hair.
Lacey
When you wind three strands of hair together. Also known as a plait. v pretty. I’m known to do a very lovely dutch plait (ifi do say so myself). So yeah. Go away. Oh time’s back! Well… I’m Steph… I’m bored tonight, and found this on StumbleUpon. Great website, highly reccommend it! I’m tired!
Steph
she say there in front of the mirror
twirling her hair into a beautiful braid
waves of dark black strands intertwined
she ties a pink and black bow at the end
Kalika1331
Ten years ago I teased her about her freckles and pulled her long braids when she sat in front of me at school. I’d grab them and yank her head as she’d run past me. It made her mad. We hated each other in a gentle way back then. Yesterday, as she sat on the bar stool over from me and tossed her flowing, flame red locks back over her bare shoulder and laughed, I’d have given anything to wrap myself up in them and breath her in.
Jeni
how girls style their hair, reminds me of scandanavian women and heidi the mountain lady
joanna
I love to watch the kids braid their hair. How do they learn to do that? How do they do it behind their head. I can’t even comb my hair without the aid of a mirror.
I’m especially intriqued with the braided hair of African Americans… what works of art and what patience.
Greg Bruce
Smooth hair like Kaya, the American girl doll. And her heritage swinging down her back, like the twisted girl braid on my challah. Traditions, memories, interwound with one another. I learned the story of the sisters who fought for the middle, trying desperately, and kicking one another out. The constant tugging with my mother’s hands, my hands, and my sister’s hands.
The golden twists and turns in her hair lit up in sun on that crisp, fall day as she ran out to play with her friends in the street. She turned around and waved a gloved hand back at me, her blue scarf covering her grinning mouth. Braiding her hair own hair for the first time made her feel like such a big girl. But I knew, watching her chase after the crunchy leaves twirling in the breeze, that she was still my baby girl.
my sister when i was little would fix my hair for me. now shes in jail and i want someone to fix my hair
sara hall
I always put a braid in my hair for roller derby practice. It is out of the way and my helmet fits securely onto my head without my hair getting into my face. Braids are pretty. There are so many different types of braids. I like regular french braids that stop at the neck. They look sporty, yet somewhat elegant.
Haley Blaisdale
men who braid hair are homos. delightfully so
Brittany
she swings around, blond hair whipping in the alpine wind. “you didn’t expect me to do that, did you?” the basket of eggs still balanced precariously on her shoulder, she takes off like a bird around the mountain, thin hard legs lifting with the precision of a magician. the world quivers, and you know, for the first time and the last, that you have just fallen in love.
what are you doing just fishing and skilling an living life tires party love hate crush needed self repesct forget satisfy whu you why when go green jet fly how blue purple sky fun are not orange
crystal
Indians wear braids. There’s also a french braid. I don’t know what to write about a freaking braid.
Ster
the braid in my hair is short.
barely staying in,
my hair is just to thin!
braiding is convenient during my sport.
it doesnt matter how it looks
but thanks for making it
lizziek
The braids of our lives intertwine
Each strand of memories falling into place
Into something unforgettable
The sapid memory never forgotten
Rae
something that you get done in your hair. it looks really nice, i guess. something i got as a child they ummm can look very nice. they are a lot. i feel like an idiot. i can’t think of anything regarding braids. you put beads with these too sometimes.
AJ
The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, securing the locks like a knot in a string.
Braid my hair as I go. Dont let me down -or let me FaLL. as I feLL for you, my Love. my Lovely. Twist the strands and pull them tight as to not let loose ends fly. Securely tight and fastened, I walk around ‘bows…in braided hair.
Heather
She braided her hair every day. A perfect braid. Her mom always told her that she was imperfect. So her hair had to be. That’s all she had. That’s what she prided herself on. Was her braid being perfect. And everyday, it was. Totally perfect.
Leja
here are words to see if something other than braid will pop up after i’ve written about this. i was writing something from the doctor’s perspective but i’m not sure that that’s the best plan right now. So without further ado, i will… wait adeu? ado… i will try… to fix you… i’m hungry but idk what to eat and we only really have soup
Amy
The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, like a knot in a string.
Puzzles are a thing of nature. Human’s are pre-naturally curious. Anything that can be solved will be done with a artifice in mind. When it comes to hair, there is no outright outcome in mind, but yet somehow females have managed to turn their hair into a complicated puzzle, never to be penetrated by meddling males. It is hermatically sealed.
Mike Thompson
Her long, flaxen hair lay limply over her shoulder, framing her long beautiful face perfectly, In her eyes you could read the sad wonderment. In mine, anger. I approached her and started plaiting her hair. I stopped and moved my hands to her stiff neck, wrapping them around the delicate nape. Before snapping that thin, still neck, “Ungrateful child.”
The braid of grass tickles my nose when Shiira brushes it against my face. She’s so beautiful and so, so religious. Why, is beyond me. Her father hates me, her mother hates me, her brother has threatened to kill me a couple of times, but still, she clings to her hijab and prays for my soul. Fuck that, I told her, and all she does is smile like she knows Allah has a plan for me.
Braid it braid it braid it braid it. Braid my hair baby. Yea that’s it braid it just like that. Oh yeah baby that’s the stuff put that huge thick strand over that other huge thick strand of hair. Yeah that’s it baby. Braid it till it reaches the end. Braiding has never been so sexy…
memories intertwined with joy and happiness in my mind; bundled up on winter days; walks through parks, colors changing; interwoven fingers and words and feelings. hands braided together- lives intertwined.
n
I like braids they’re so much fun to do. When I was little I used to do it all the time. I’ll never forget when I learnt to braid my fringe, it was the only thing i ever learnt from a youtube tutorial. I don’t like fishtail braids they’re fucking messy things. I like waterfall braids, but princess Leia looked really shit with those doughnuts on the side of her head
Amy
braids are beautiful. you braid your hair. i think i look good with a braid in my hair. especially when i braid my hair after i take a shower and leave it braided until morning. then i think my hair looks pretty. I think people like me better with my hair in a braid.
emma
The braid that was hanging down her back was a symbol, a symbol of where she came from, a symbol of where she was going and a symbol of who she didn’t want to be. She wanted to be someone else, but she was the little girl with the braid, born into a hard life.
Braid
I like to use braid on the edge of basic padded ornaments, when turning my cross-stitched items into decorations to hang on the Christmas tree. The braid give a nice, clean, polished-looking edge to the item, and can be used as the hoop to hang the ornament on the tree branch.
CameoRoze
Falling
l
e
a
ves braid through the wind,
weaving around
one another,
trying to tie the air in a
complex
knot.
i braid my hair every night. criss-cross-criss-cross, tight, tight, tight.
i spray it well, yet the strands stay alive, no regards for gravity.
in the morning it is a haphazard wavy mess. i like that best.
lily
A design people do with their hair. It involves twisting multiple strands of hair together and looks a little bit like a rope, its pretty and some people say its a country look. Its also good for getting your hair out of your face.
Selphie likes to braid Irvine’s hair. Irvine doesn’t like it, but sometimes she just looks up at him with those gorgeous green eyes of hers and he can’t say no. She sits him down between her legs and rakes her cute little hands through his long hair and it feels like maybe he’s died and gone to heaven- something he’d never give up, no matter how ridiculous he looks in the end.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to braid. And I suppose now I do. But I can’t get the whole “french braid” thing down. Wow, this is a really lame and pointless post. Fail, Kelsey, fail. :(
I like braiding people’s hair, it’s relaxing and it makes me feel like I’m good at something. I learned to braid hair in grade school on one of my dolls. I remember being so happy when I figured it out. It makes me feel more in touch with my Native American side. I like it when people compliment me on how nice it looks.
I wish I knew how to braid. I can’t even braid my own hair. It’s sad. My friends and I planned a day to all wear our hair in braids and I couldn’t braid mine myself. I either have to ask my mom or my friend. I feel like a failure as a girl to not be able to braid. I can braid string. It takes me a while, but I can. I just can’t braid hair, whether my own or someone elses’.
I already had this word but here goes
Beauty isn’t simple
It has no price to pay
Its more complicated then putting your hair in a braid
She has nothing left to say
Whats beed said has been said
Braiding hair is one of the most interesting ways to style your hair. i love braiding my hair because it gets it out of my face. It makes me feel prettier and I love the renaissance look it gives to you! Braiding hair has always been a wonderful style for any type of hair.
When you wind three strands of hair together. Also known as a plait. v pretty. I’m known to do a very lovely dutch plait (ifi do say so myself). So yeah. Go away. Oh time’s back! Well… I’m Steph… I’m bored tonight, and found this on StumbleUpon. Great website, highly reccommend it! I’m tired!
she say there in front of the mirror
twirling her hair into a beautiful braid
waves of dark black strands intertwined
she ties a pink and black bow at the end
Ten years ago I teased her about her freckles and pulled her long braids when she sat in front of me at school. I’d grab them and yank her head as she’d run past me. It made her mad. We hated each other in a gentle way back then. Yesterday, as she sat on the bar stool over from me and tossed her flowing, flame red locks back over her bare shoulder and laughed, I’d have given anything to wrap myself up in them and breath her in.
how girls style their hair, reminds me of scandanavian women and heidi the mountain lady
I love to watch the kids braid their hair. How do they learn to do that? How do they do it behind their head. I can’t even comb my hair without the aid of a mirror.
I’m especially intriqued with the braided hair of African Americans… what works of art and what patience.
Smooth hair like Kaya, the American girl doll. And her heritage swinging down her back, like the twisted girl braid on my challah. Traditions, memories, interwound with one another. I learned the story of the sisters who fought for the middle, trying desperately, and kicking one another out. The constant tugging with my mother’s hands, my hands, and my sister’s hands.
The golden twists and turns in her hair lit up in sun on that crisp, fall day as she ran out to play with her friends in the street. She turned around and waved a gloved hand back at me, her blue scarf covering her grinning mouth. Braiding her hair own hair for the first time made her feel like such a big girl. But I knew, watching her chase after the crunchy leaves twirling in the breeze, that she was still my baby girl.
my sister when i was little would fix my hair for me. now shes in jail and i want someone to fix my hair
I always put a braid in my hair for roller derby practice. It is out of the way and my helmet fits securely onto my head without my hair getting into my face. Braids are pretty. There are so many different types of braids. I like regular french braids that stop at the neck. They look sporty, yet somewhat elegant.
men who braid hair are homos. delightfully so
she swings around, blond hair whipping in the alpine wind. “you didn’t expect me to do that, did you?” the basket of eggs still balanced precariously on her shoulder, she takes off like a bird around the mountain, thin hard legs lifting with the precision of a magician. the world quivers, and you know, for the first time and the last, that you have just fallen in love.
what are you doing just fishing and skilling an living life tires party love hate crush needed self repesct forget satisfy whu you why when go green jet fly how blue purple sky fun are not orange
Indians wear braids. There’s also a french braid. I don’t know what to write about a freaking braid.
the braid in my hair is short.
barely staying in,
my hair is just to thin!
braiding is convenient during my sport.
it doesnt matter how it looks
but thanks for making it
The braids of our lives intertwine
Each strand of memories falling into place
Into something unforgettable
The sapid memory never forgotten
something that you get done in your hair. it looks really nice, i guess. something i got as a child they ummm can look very nice. they are a lot. i feel like an idiot. i can’t think of anything regarding braids. you put beads with these too sometimes.
The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, securing the locks like a knot in a string.
Braid my hair as I go. Dont let me down -or let me FaLL. as I feLL for you, my Love. my Lovely. Twist the strands and pull them tight as to not let loose ends fly. Securely tight and fastened, I walk around ‘bows…in braided hair.
She braided her hair every day. A perfect braid. Her mom always told her that she was imperfect. So her hair had to be. That’s all she had. That’s what she prided herself on. Was her braid being perfect. And everyday, it was. Totally perfect.
here are words to see if something other than braid will pop up after i’ve written about this. i was writing something from the doctor’s perspective but i’m not sure that that’s the best plan right now. So without further ado, i will… wait adeu? ado… i will try… to fix you… i’m hungry but idk what to eat and we only really have soup
The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, like a knot in a string.
Puzzles are a thing of nature. Human’s are pre-naturally curious. Anything that can be solved will be done with a artifice in mind. When it comes to hair, there is no outright outcome in mind, but yet somehow females have managed to turn their hair into a complicated puzzle, never to be penetrated by meddling males. It is hermatically sealed.
Her long, flaxen hair lay limply over her shoulder, framing her long beautiful face perfectly, In her eyes you could read the sad wonderment. In mine, anger. I approached her and started plaiting her hair. I stopped and moved my hands to her stiff neck, wrapping them around the delicate nape. Before snapping that thin, still neck, “Ungrateful child.”
braids in in my hair. everyday. awesomeness.
The braid of grass tickles my nose when Shiira brushes it against my face. She’s so beautiful and so, so religious. Why, is beyond me. Her father hates me, her mother hates me, her brother has threatened to kill me a couple of times, but still, she clings to her hijab and prays for my soul. Fuck that, I told her, and all she does is smile like she knows Allah has a plan for me.
Braid it braid it braid it braid it. Braid my hair baby. Yea that’s it braid it just like that. Oh yeah baby that’s the stuff put that huge thick strand over that other huge thick strand of hair. Yeah that’s it baby. Braid it till it reaches the end. Braiding has never been so sexy…
memories intertwined with joy and happiness in my mind; bundled up on winter days; walks through parks, colors changing; interwoven fingers and words and feelings. hands braided together- lives intertwined.
I like braids they’re so much fun to do. When I was little I used to do it all the time. I’ll never forget when I learnt to braid my fringe, it was the only thing i ever learnt from a youtube tutorial. I don’t like fishtail braids they’re fucking messy things. I like waterfall braids, but princess Leia looked really shit with those doughnuts on the side of her head
braids are beautiful. you braid your hair. i think i look good with a braid in my hair. especially when i braid my hair after i take a shower and leave it braided until morning. then i think my hair looks pretty. I think people like me better with my hair in a braid.
The braid that was hanging down her back was a symbol, a symbol of where she came from, a symbol of where she was going and a symbol of who she didn’t want to be. She wanted to be someone else, but she was the little girl with the braid, born into a hard life.
Braid
I like to use braid on the edge of basic padded ornaments, when turning my cross-stitched items into decorations to hang on the Christmas tree. The braid give a nice, clean, polished-looking edge to the item, and can be used as the hoop to hang the ornament on the tree branch.
Falling
l
e
a
ves braid through the wind,
weaving around
one another,
trying to tie the air in a
complex
knot.
i braid my hair every night. criss-cross-criss-cross, tight, tight, tight.
i spray it well, yet the strands stay alive, no regards for gravity.
in the morning it is a haphazard wavy mess. i like that best.
A design people do with their hair. It involves twisting multiple strands of hair together and looks a little bit like a rope, its pretty and some people say its a country look. Its also good for getting your hair out of your face.