How did we end up there, down at the docks so late at night? We were entranced, the real Liverpool, real dockers and sailors an instead of the unreal world of students. The rain lashed outside and lights of cars and street lamps spilled all over the shining streets, The bar had sharp cornered Formica tables of fake wood design, the chairs were the tubular stack-able type, the surfaces ringed and sticky, empties pushed back and a jukebox played Tom Jones singing Delilah. Then suddenly an old man came up, lumbered over and asked why Alex was wearing the old dress uniform jacket he had bought in the thrift shop. We had thought it so stylish and elegant. ‘You have no right’ he said, ‘to wear this this’, ‘no right’ he said, with a punishing jabbing finger he stabbed the colours of decorations unknown to us that edged the right breast pocket, ‘people I loved died for these’. Others stood up, we wondered if we’d be hit. I felt ashamed, not just of our carelessness, our lack of appreciation, more for our social tourism- most likely we’d not break our bodies working on trawlers and docks for the reward of a council house and a bar this. Ashamed
I braid your hair. Expertly swirling the locks into swirling textures. It shimmers. Coppery luminescence.
tiana
Her braid fell upon her shoulder.
It was thick and strong.
Unlike her who had been
Hurt and lied to her whole life.
Everyone she knew
Had somehow abused her.
She hid all though,
Kept everything a secret
Savannah Jackson
Hair can be pretty when it’s twisted into a lovely charade like a braid or a bun or perhaps pigtails.
Or something beautiful, if only I knew of what that could be, unfortunately I just have ugly hair.
He brushed away a strand with his hands and I couldn’t help but breath heavily as I watched him braid my hair, his fingers moving slowly and his touch lingered in my skin.
Anna
The braid hung half way down her back. It was golden blond, with flecks of honey colored hair woven in. I knew it was her without seeing her face. The gorgeous hair i had run my hands through many times. But i knew tonight it would be someone else’s hands caressing her…she was no longer mine…
The long braid of hair fell to the floor. The sound of the hair hitting the floor seemed ominous, definitive, as though the change symbolized something–that things would never be the same again. A shudder ran through her body as she thought that, but then she smiled. Maybe a change would be for the better. This didn’t have to be a bad thing. She wouldn’t let it be.
Kiersten
Her hair lies down her back in a thick, blonde braid. He can’t help but stare. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
She-
He walks away, not noticing her turning around to gaze longingly at him, her braid swaying to the side as she does so.
Something my mother would do to my hair when I was a little girl. Something I look forward to doing for my little girl. A hair style I wore to my gradutions. Miss my mother. Her fingers running through my hair. Criss cross and pulling tight. j
Jessica
She spun around, the gold braided down her back as she stared out into the open emerald fields. Angelique thought that today would be the day, the day she would escape from this old tower and her wicked step-father, but she was wrong. It would be just as any other day, where she did her chores and worked her self until she passed out at the end of the night.
A braid is really pretty. My grandma used to braid my hair when I was younger into two ponytails. I think that a braid is a lot stronger than a knot. It makes the hair really wavy unless u put the elastics troo low down and it kinks up the hair in an undesireable location. French braids are pretty but I don’t know how to do them. I keep watching you tube but I still can’t get it. I’d love to learn one day I’d feel super accomplished.
breanne nicole
I used to love going to circle time just so I could braid my best friend’s hair…I remember as girls, we would create a train affect, I’m braiding, someone is braiding mine etc… Until our teacher says to STOP and listen to the story.
I went into the classroom late and saw poor Gertie Andrews had had her braid pinned to the back of her chair by Gilbert Blythe.
Amelie
I’ve never had a braid, myself. I’m a boy! Well, my sister had one, once upon a time, but she never liked having them. Our mom would always make them for her, but later on she stuck with just having straight, untouched HAIR. How would you feel if you were told to have your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, or believe a certain religion? That doesn’t happen nowadays, thankfully. But a long time ago that was the case. You either beilieved something, o
Matthew
I used to braid my hair all the time. It made me look more native american and I loved that. My hair is long and dark and I always thought it looked good in a braid, but one day somebody told me it looked stupid. That stung and I havent braided it sense. Am I stupid for listening? probably.
tori
With a sigh, Oliver undid his (admittedly thick) braid and threw the scrunchie into his suitcase with some amount of force.
While doing so, he lamented why he’d even come here.
Actually, why? he asked himself with a groan. For my sister? No.
Matters weren’t helped by him having just broken up with his girlfriend, and he slammed the case shut with a loud thud.
He liked the braid in my hair, it seems that he liked it more than he liked me, I wish I had known sooner. I thought he was honest, maybe he was, and we just didn’t understand each other.
Misty grabs her little sister’s hair and begins braiding it intricately in her hands. This reminds her of her mother. Her mother passed away five years ago and now they are in a girl’s home just south of London, England. After finishing she rises from the floor, straightening out her dress and starting outside.
Her hair was a tangled, wet mess before. She went swimming in the ocean just hours before her wedding, much to her designer’s dismay. She loved the ocean. Called it her home for the longest time. Her eyes were often set on things beyond the normal view of the people around her.
I like to braid my hair. But its always a skinny braid. I want a long thick braid. A boy would make a naughty joke about that. But it would still be a funny joke. And if he was cute I would laugh harder. Because his cuteness makes me smile constantly.
Komal
im so high right now, i dont even know why im doing this. ok, braid. i like braids, i like having them all over my head. and theyre so comfortable. i love them.
Milka
Braids are beautiful. So regal and natural, especially when the hair is dark brown. Women with braids look so confident and powerful. They’re underrated. Braids that is.
Salma
i learned to braid on accident. Its fun when hair is different colors and it makes a mini portrait in your hair. I have braided my dogs hair and it was silly. I love doing and learning different ways of doing it. I;m fairly bad but I try to learn better. Either way it’s a nice hairstyle and my friend marko braided my hair last night June 30 it was awful!
I used to wear a braid in my hair all the time. It came to define me. Some days I would take it down, but then my hair would be it’s natural curly self, wild and crazy. Sometimes, things would get stuck in it. I guess it’s pretty obvious why I kept it in the braid. Well, that and because I could use it as a weapon in basketball and soccer. Yeah!
Joanna
a game which can be described as helpful or a board game!!Puzzle game:)
waqas
Tightening together, a braid seems to not only encompass what life is potentially about, but the very mystery of our purpose and our origin. Everything is a braid eventually. Twist and turn, twist and turn, life goes on monotonously but beautifully.
Niko
There was a girl with a braid. She was very lovely. Oh how that braid looked on her. I wish i could have that braid. My mom made one on me before but not nearly as good as hers. I loved it.
Cassie
She had a long braid and it reached down to her waist. As she walked, it swayed from side to side and she would laugh at whatever I was saying, and smile really wide. I used to love talking to her. She was my best confidante, my best friend. On summer evenings we would sit on the porch and she would teach me all the different ways I could braid my hair. She was
Abhishek Suresh
The thing about a braid is, even though the strands are interwoven together into a tight single form, it allows you too see the individual highlights better. Kinda crazy how something meant to be singular has so many different dimensions.
Braided hair is nice for a little girl on a mass-produced hot chocolate package, but it’s also necessary for a member of Swiss royalty.” Catherine insisted. So the courtisans braided her hair with roses, carnations, pearls, and dung baubles. “Look at me!” she proclaimed. “I am the queen of the feces
Two months later, her head was on display at the royal museum
When I was little, my mom would french braid my hair for me. I remember it always being really tight,and most of the time when she would do two braids, they would be uneven and she’d have to redo one of them. It took forever.
Leslie
We are interwoven, tied together, we are inseparable. I turn to you and you to me, we collide and coalesce in unison. Neither holding each other up, we nonetheless make each other stronger. You are my greatest strength. We are bound together.
Braid is the part of the hair that is inter twined. I think that braids are pretty cool because breanna gohman had one. I also think of indian jones because his wip is braided. Well I think that wips are braided at least. Indiana jones was created by george lucas who is one of my favorite directors.
Sean
The young girl wore her hair in braids plaited by her mother while sitting on the porch. The sun shone on her golden locks. Leather is braided to form other objects. Hair is braided as a Victorian Art.
MSMatters
Did you see that braid? It was halfway down his back! What lovely hair … and the eagle feather is a perfect addition.
Slowly the girl painstakingly seperates three strands from the roots. Carefully she draws the ropes over and under, over and under, over and under. Proud, she views her completed french braid on her dolls hair (though it is slightly eschew, but don’t tell her).
french pretzel twist strands hair rubberband sports school bracelets string three blonde brunette messy fishtail bahamas jamaica cornrow black
linds kay
I like to see girls with braids. Well guys too. I think it’s a really unique way to wear your hair. There are so many ways to braid too. I just find it really fascinating. Although I’ve never been able to braid my own hair, it’s always been too short and too curly.
How did we end up there, down at the docks so late at night? We were entranced, the real Liverpool, real dockers and sailors an instead of the unreal world of students. The rain lashed outside and lights of cars and street lamps spilled all over the shining streets, The bar had sharp cornered Formica tables of fake wood design, the chairs were the tubular stack-able type, the surfaces ringed and sticky, empties pushed back and a jukebox played Tom Jones singing Delilah. Then suddenly an old man came up, lumbered over and asked why Alex was wearing the old dress uniform jacket he had bought in the thrift shop. We had thought it so stylish and elegant. ‘You have no right’ he said, ‘to wear this this’, ‘no right’ he said, with a punishing jabbing finger he stabbed the colours of decorations unknown to us that edged the right breast pocket, ‘people I loved died for these’. Others stood up, we wondered if we’d be hit. I felt ashamed, not just of our carelessness, our lack of appreciation, more for our social tourism- most likely we’d not break our bodies working on trawlers and docks for the reward of a council house and a bar this. Ashamed
I braid your hair. Expertly swirling the locks into swirling textures. It shimmers. Coppery luminescence.
Her braid fell upon her shoulder.
It was thick and strong.
Unlike her who had been
Hurt and lied to her whole life.
Everyone she knew
Had somehow abused her.
She hid all though,
Kept everything a secret
Hair can be pretty when it’s twisted into a lovely charade like a braid or a bun or perhaps pigtails.
Or something beautiful, if only I knew of what that could be, unfortunately I just have ugly hair.
He brushed away a strand with his hands and I couldn’t help but breath heavily as I watched him braid my hair, his fingers moving slowly and his touch lingered in my skin.
The braid hung half way down her back. It was golden blond, with flecks of honey colored hair woven in. I knew it was her without seeing her face. The gorgeous hair i had run my hands through many times. But i knew tonight it would be someone else’s hands caressing her…she was no longer mine…
The long braid of hair fell to the floor. The sound of the hair hitting the floor seemed ominous, definitive, as though the change symbolized something–that things would never be the same again. A shudder ran through her body as she thought that, but then she smiled. Maybe a change would be for the better. This didn’t have to be a bad thing. She wouldn’t let it be.
Her hair lies down her back in a thick, blonde braid. He can’t help but stare. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
She-
He walks away, not noticing her turning around to gaze longingly at him, her braid swaying to the side as she does so.
Something my mother would do to my hair when I was a little girl. Something I look forward to doing for my little girl. A hair style I wore to my gradutions. Miss my mother. Her fingers running through my hair. Criss cross and pulling tight. j
She spun around, the gold braided down her back as she stared out into the open emerald fields. Angelique thought that today would be the day, the day she would escape from this old tower and her wicked step-father, but she was wrong. It would be just as any other day, where she did her chores and worked her self until she passed out at the end of the night.
A braid is really pretty. My grandma used to braid my hair when I was younger into two ponytails. I think that a braid is a lot stronger than a knot. It makes the hair really wavy unless u put the elastics troo low down and it kinks up the hair in an undesireable location. French braids are pretty but I don’t know how to do them. I keep watching you tube but I still can’t get it. I’d love to learn one day I’d feel super accomplished.
I used to love going to circle time just so I could braid my best friend’s hair…I remember as girls, we would create a train affect, I’m braiding, someone is braiding mine etc… Until our teacher says to STOP and listen to the story.
I went into the classroom late and saw poor Gertie Andrews had had her braid pinned to the back of her chair by Gilbert Blythe.
I’ve never had a braid, myself. I’m a boy! Well, my sister had one, once upon a time, but she never liked having them. Our mom would always make them for her, but later on she stuck with just having straight, untouched HAIR. How would you feel if you were told to have your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, or believe a certain religion? That doesn’t happen nowadays, thankfully. But a long time ago that was the case. You either beilieved something, o
I used to braid my hair all the time. It made me look more native american and I loved that. My hair is long and dark and I always thought it looked good in a braid, but one day somebody told me it looked stupid. That stung and I havent braided it sense. Am I stupid for listening? probably.
With a sigh, Oliver undid his (admittedly thick) braid and threw the scrunchie into his suitcase with some amount of force.
While doing so, he lamented why he’d even come here.
Actually, why? he asked himself with a groan. For my sister? No.
Matters weren’t helped by him having just broken up with his girlfriend, and he slammed the case shut with a loud thud.
He liked the braid in my hair, it seems that he liked it more than he liked me, I wish I had known sooner. I thought he was honest, maybe he was, and we just didn’t understand each other.
Misty grabs her little sister’s hair and begins braiding it intricately in her hands. This reminds her of her mother. Her mother passed away five years ago and now they are in a girl’s home just south of London, England. After finishing she rises from the floor, straightening out her dress and starting outside.
Her hair was a tangled, wet mess before. She went swimming in the ocean just hours before her wedding, much to her designer’s dismay. She loved the ocean. Called it her home for the longest time. Her eyes were often set on things beyond the normal view of the people around her.
I like to braid my hair. But its always a skinny braid. I want a long thick braid. A boy would make a naughty joke about that. But it would still be a funny joke. And if he was cute I would laugh harder. Because his cuteness makes me smile constantly.
im so high right now, i dont even know why im doing this. ok, braid. i like braids, i like having them all over my head. and theyre so comfortable. i love them.
Braids are beautiful. So regal and natural, especially when the hair is dark brown. Women with braids look so confident and powerful. They’re underrated. Braids that is.
i learned to braid on accident. Its fun when hair is different colors and it makes a mini portrait in your hair. I have braided my dogs hair and it was silly. I love doing and learning different ways of doing it. I;m fairly bad but I try to learn better. Either way it’s a nice hairstyle and my friend marko braided my hair last night June 30 it was awful!
I used to wear a braid in my hair all the time. It came to define me. Some days I would take it down, but then my hair would be it’s natural curly self, wild and crazy. Sometimes, things would get stuck in it. I guess it’s pretty obvious why I kept it in the braid. Well, that and because I could use it as a weapon in basketball and soccer. Yeah!
a game which can be described as helpful or a board game!!Puzzle game:)
Tightening together, a braid seems to not only encompass what life is potentially about, but the very mystery of our purpose and our origin. Everything is a braid eventually. Twist and turn, twist and turn, life goes on monotonously but beautifully.
There was a girl with a braid. She was very lovely. Oh how that braid looked on her. I wish i could have that braid. My mom made one on me before but not nearly as good as hers. I loved it.
She had a long braid and it reached down to her waist. As she walked, it swayed from side to side and she would laugh at whatever I was saying, and smile really wide. I used to love talking to her. She was my best confidante, my best friend. On summer evenings we would sit on the porch and she would teach me all the different ways I could braid my hair. She was
The thing about a braid is, even though the strands are interwoven together into a tight single form, it allows you too see the individual highlights better. Kinda crazy how something meant to be singular has so many different dimensions.
Braided hair is nice for a little girl on a mass-produced hot chocolate package, but it’s also necessary for a member of Swiss royalty.” Catherine insisted. So the courtisans braided her hair with roses, carnations, pearls, and dung baubles. “Look at me!” she proclaimed. “I am the queen of the feces
Two months later, her head was on display at the royal museum
I need to learn how to braid my hair with a successful result.
When I was little, my mom would french braid my hair for me. I remember it always being really tight,and most of the time when she would do two braids, they would be uneven and she’d have to redo one of them. It took forever.
We are interwoven, tied together, we are inseparable. I turn to you and you to me, we collide and coalesce in unison. Neither holding each other up, we nonetheless make each other stronger. You are my greatest strength. We are bound together.
Braid is the part of the hair that is inter twined. I think that braids are pretty cool because breanna gohman had one. I also think of indian jones because his wip is braided. Well I think that wips are braided at least. Indiana jones was created by george lucas who is one of my favorite directors.
The young girl wore her hair in braids plaited by her mother while sitting on the porch. The sun shone on her golden locks. Leather is braided to form other objects. Hair is braided as a Victorian Art.
Did you see that braid? It was halfway down his back! What lovely hair … and the eagle feather is a perfect addition.
The feather denotes status, you know.
Slowly the girl painstakingly seperates three strands from the roots. Carefully she draws the ropes over and under, over and under, over and under. Proud, she views her completed french braid on her dolls hair (though it is slightly eschew, but don’t tell her).
When you
french pretzel twist strands hair rubberband sports school bracelets string three blonde brunette messy fishtail bahamas jamaica cornrow black
I like to see girls with braids. Well guys too. I think it’s a really unique way to wear your hair. There are so many ways to braid too. I just find it really fascinating. Although I’ve never been able to braid my own hair, it’s always been too short and too curly.