Her curls bounced merrily on her shoulders as they carried her inside the house. Her face still bore a smile; in death, she was finally happy. No need to be maudlin, folks, no need to mourn. Everything is just fine now. No need for any more questions. No need for any more anything. No need for any more words. Happiness is in the ending.
Charlie
i could write very wise things about curls… however i don
anon
Girls with curls walk through the world laughing at all who envy and smiling at the boys.
Kerry DeLisle
His head was a globe of unruly curls, black in colour and tightly wound, with bits of twig scattered amongst them. He poked his head cheekily out from the hedge and stuck his tongue out.
Annemarie
my hair is curly not really but I wish it was that would be soooooooo coool i mean like T Swift!!!!! but it was curly so i could starighten it or maybe just reallly sensitive so i could curl it easily! IDK!
Logan
i have curls in m hair
z
bouncy round and springy. much like those found at arby’s. curly curls in the curly fries. quite tasty.
Hannah
The curls of a girls hair… How did your curls get like like that? Is it natural? How many hours do you slave over those wonderfully bouncy curls? Big or small, tight or loose… What kind of curls do you do?
Stephen M.
lightly bouncing as she stepped off the pavement and onto the dirt road, her curls reflected dingy sunlight.
Amanda
makes me think of hair of course. gorgeous luscious brown curly locks on a young girl with a pretty face. the curls hang over her face and she is staring at the camera in a slightly cheeky, knowing way. shining in the sun. it’s a very clear picture to me. also makes me think of curly parsley. erm curls curls curls.
K
curls
nina
I straightened out my curls from my hair. They would just get tangled and fuzzy if I let them stay. Besides, whenever I had curly hair, no one took my seriously. It was like I was Little Annie, only blonde/brunette (depending on what I colored it), or I was that girl that sings about “Animal Crackers in [her] soup.”
Spellgirl
The way your chest hair curls makes me giggle. My head on your chest, your hand running through my (not so curly) hair – Heaven. Our kids will have curly hair though…thanks baby.
camille
my hair curls in different directions every day. It has a mind of its own and it changes its mind on a daily basis, there is no way to tell which part will curl and which part will stay flat, it’s a mystery
cinnamon coffee
she shook her head and her dark curls flew around her head. “no!”, she said, “no, no, no!”
Bigbaer
they are very curly and great. I love when my girlfriend wears curls in her hair. they remind me of a golden sunshine. I love how curls are drawn on notepad and by pen. I dont really know that much about curls. but i
tyler
I think of curls of chocolate on a rich and sickly chocolate sponge cake, bought for the birthday of a special little boy, turning eight today. He’s allowed to pick off the curls as he blows out the candles, and everybody else watches on with satisfied stares, safe in the knowledge that the glistening silver knife on the table ensures them a slice of this delicious delight.
sam
His brown curls glowed in the sun, slim, graceful wings sparkling and transparent in the sun. Alice looked up at him with wide eyes.
grovestrolls
I have curly hair… or so I think. It’s the awkward, in between curls between the nice, fizzy curls and just wavy. and its annoying!!! it always looks terrible… so I keep it cropped short to keep it looking decent. Sometimes I straighten it, but it never works.
Jessica
Unfurling green curls dab the trees
ilili
curly curls are so cute they just make me want to puke. they are wso gurly and weird, i would rather grow a beard!
Curls are big and super bouncy,i just wish girls werent so flouncy! that is why curls are gay, so i tell you all have a nice day!
LARN
Curls in and out of place. Bouncy pieces of fluff, of hair. Pages of a book lay open, begin to curl up, still with the dusty smell of its time spent on the shelf. Chocolate curls, framing the top of a cake, add to the display and are secured to the frosting.
Jane
I wish I had curls. Every morning I get up and put mouse in my hair to try and look like that guy I saw on the metro with the amazing Jewish curls tightly spooled around his head. I’ve considered getting a perm, yeah a perm but I know you’d be able to tell what I’d done and then I’d be a fake. I’d be nothing more than the guy with fake curls. No instead I must work with what I’ve got and try to make the small waves in my hair into the closest thing possible to curls. One day I’ll nearly be as good as you. One day.
Michael
He had the greatest hair. Everyday she walked by him after fourth period English and stared at the locks of curls set atop on his gorgeous head. She smiled at him, and they made eye contact for a few seconds until the rush of the hallway set in. She’d turn around right before going into the next class just to get another glimpse of his hair.
Ranisha
The curls of the baby girl were blonde and all amongst her shoulders as she twirled under the lights of the stage. Falling down, tumbling, looking cute for the judges of her beauty, and the mother who sought catharsis from her daughter in the pageant.
Micheal Ing
I love curly hair. I always wanted naturally curly hair as a child. My sister has naturally curly hair but always straightens it. I think it is such a waste of a great gift. Curls always make me want to go pull on the and see them bounce back in a spiral. I also love to eat curly fries. They are my absolute favorite!
Jessica
curls are pig tails. Curls are bouncy. They look so pretty right after being curled by a curling iron. I wish I had naturally perfectly curly hair. I love curly hair. Pigs have curly tails.
Audrey Paras
golden curls, I think that was a song, something or another about a sister and golden curls. golden curls, raven curls, fiery curls, all pretty cliche ways to describe your lover’s hair. it reminds me of Shakespeare’s sonnet 130…
Gear
her curls are bouncier than usual today. which makes me think, she is bouncier than usual today. maybe she got that call from that job she was talking about. damn it. I’m really going to miss her.
Hannah
The cute curls dangle from the little prince’s head. He shakes his head in disbelief when told that his rose is ephemeral, but how naive he is!
ac
i have lots of curls. my head os full of them. when i was younger, i never liked my curls, but now i’m learning to embrace them. my parents always fawned over them, and my friends thought they looked nice as well, but i just thought they were bug and out there. now the style is still straight hair and you can rarely see a girl sporting her curls.
Brynn
again? i think that the world don’t repeats..dissapointed me.
Julia
curls are what come to the head of the creative. people with curls in their hair are destined to be great, or do great. they are what inspires us
andy
oh my god, i don’t know whats the meaning of these word! my english is so bad becouse i’m not fro USA or something like that… i just, I’M LATINA
catalina
I met her while working in the dormitorty kitchen of “the Jungle” (don’t even remember what the dorm’s real name was, everybody called it the jungle). She was gorgeous…oh, those sea blue eyes…I could get lost in them, and her lips, so soft. She was 7 years my junior, and I was her superior at work, too, being the student supervisor, but, she asked me out, so I don’t feel like I violated any policy of anything.
She was like an angel. All kinds of innocence, and romantic notions about the world. And she could play the piano like noboby’s business. Beethoven, Mozart…drove me wild.
And I was her first. Seriously.
Those eyes, those lips, her young flesh pressed against mine, the lilting melodies her fingers tickled out of the ivory keys…
But, what I remember most of all was burying my nose in that forest of luscious, fragrant of curls.
tony
my hair. my pubic hair. my leg hair. curls of a wave. surfers. sshark. youtube video with 2 sharks attacking one surfer. yeah.
jacattack
I always wished I had curls. I was so jealous of the girls with “boingy hair”, how I called it. Curls made them look cuter, more fun – I was positively mad whenever thinking about my own thick but very straight hair.
And today? All the “curly girls” are desperate to straighten their strands – and I grin at them smugly.
Ti
Curls will build your biceps, he had told me. I thought of his arms and the way he smelled at the gym, his nylon shorts and white sneakers.
“call him,” I told her. She didn’t realize I’d seen his arms before or that we’d had a brief affair at health camp.
Brian
her curls fell over her shoulders and covered the straps of her dress, but their wildness led my mind to picture her naked, freckled shoulders and breasts even though i’d never seen them. I imagined the scent of her skin, hair and breath.
“Nice job with the cupcakes,” I said to her. “Glad you made it in time for the lunch break”.
toddy
His smile curls up on one end. He is a predator. He is coming for her. She backs up against the wall, sensing the trap that has settled around her, waiting for the inevitable outcome awaiting her. After all, a predator does not always catch it’s prey, but when it does, it always, always, eats it.
Her curls bounced merrily on her shoulders as they carried her inside the house. Her face still bore a smile; in death, she was finally happy. No need to be maudlin, folks, no need to mourn. Everything is just fine now. No need for any more questions. No need for any more anything. No need for any more words. Happiness is in the ending.
i could write very wise things about curls… however i don
Girls with curls walk through the world laughing at all who envy and smiling at the boys.
His head was a globe of unruly curls, black in colour and tightly wound, with bits of twig scattered amongst them. He poked his head cheekily out from the hedge and stuck his tongue out.
my hair is curly not really but I wish it was that would be soooooooo coool i mean like T Swift!!!!! but it was curly so i could starighten it or maybe just reallly sensitive so i could curl it easily! IDK!
i have curls in m hair
bouncy round and springy. much like those found at arby’s. curly curls in the curly fries. quite tasty.
The curls of a girls hair… How did your curls get like like that? Is it natural? How many hours do you slave over those wonderfully bouncy curls? Big or small, tight or loose… What kind of curls do you do?
lightly bouncing as she stepped off the pavement and onto the dirt road, her curls reflected dingy sunlight.
makes me think of hair of course. gorgeous luscious brown curly locks on a young girl with a pretty face. the curls hang over her face and she is staring at the camera in a slightly cheeky, knowing way. shining in the sun. it’s a very clear picture to me. also makes me think of curly parsley. erm curls curls curls.
curls
I straightened out my curls from my hair. They would just get tangled and fuzzy if I let them stay. Besides, whenever I had curly hair, no one took my seriously. It was like I was Little Annie, only blonde/brunette (depending on what I colored it), or I was that girl that sings about “Animal Crackers in [her] soup.”
The way your chest hair curls makes me giggle. My head on your chest, your hand running through my (not so curly) hair – Heaven. Our kids will have curly hair though…thanks baby.
my hair curls in different directions every day. It has a mind of its own and it changes its mind on a daily basis, there is no way to tell which part will curl and which part will stay flat, it’s a mystery
she shook her head and her dark curls flew around her head. “no!”, she said, “no, no, no!”
they are very curly and great. I love when my girlfriend wears curls in her hair. they remind me of a golden sunshine. I love how curls are drawn on notepad and by pen. I dont really know that much about curls. but i
I think of curls of chocolate on a rich and sickly chocolate sponge cake, bought for the birthday of a special little boy, turning eight today. He’s allowed to pick off the curls as he blows out the candles, and everybody else watches on with satisfied stares, safe in the knowledge that the glistening silver knife on the table ensures them a slice of this delicious delight.
His brown curls glowed in the sun, slim, graceful wings sparkling and transparent in the sun. Alice looked up at him with wide eyes.
I have curly hair… or so I think. It’s the awkward, in between curls between the nice, fizzy curls and just wavy. and its annoying!!! it always looks terrible… so I keep it cropped short to keep it looking decent. Sometimes I straighten it, but it never works.
Unfurling green curls dab the trees
curly curls are so cute they just make me want to puke. they are wso gurly and weird, i would rather grow a beard!
Curls are big and super bouncy,i just wish girls werent so flouncy! that is why curls are gay, so i tell you all have a nice day!
Curls in and out of place. Bouncy pieces of fluff, of hair. Pages of a book lay open, begin to curl up, still with the dusty smell of its time spent on the shelf. Chocolate curls, framing the top of a cake, add to the display and are secured to the frosting.
I wish I had curls. Every morning I get up and put mouse in my hair to try and look like that guy I saw on the metro with the amazing Jewish curls tightly spooled around his head. I’ve considered getting a perm, yeah a perm but I know you’d be able to tell what I’d done and then I’d be a fake. I’d be nothing more than the guy with fake curls. No instead I must work with what I’ve got and try to make the small waves in my hair into the closest thing possible to curls. One day I’ll nearly be as good as you. One day.
He had the greatest hair. Everyday she walked by him after fourth period English and stared at the locks of curls set atop on his gorgeous head. She smiled at him, and they made eye contact for a few seconds until the rush of the hallway set in. She’d turn around right before going into the next class just to get another glimpse of his hair.
The curls of the baby girl were blonde and all amongst her shoulders as she twirled under the lights of the stage. Falling down, tumbling, looking cute for the judges of her beauty, and the mother who sought catharsis from her daughter in the pageant.
I love curly hair. I always wanted naturally curly hair as a child. My sister has naturally curly hair but always straightens it. I think it is such a waste of a great gift. Curls always make me want to go pull on the and see them bounce back in a spiral. I also love to eat curly fries. They are my absolute favorite!
curls are pig tails. Curls are bouncy. They look so pretty right after being curled by a curling iron. I wish I had naturally perfectly curly hair. I love curly hair. Pigs have curly tails.
golden curls, I think that was a song, something or another about a sister and golden curls. golden curls, raven curls, fiery curls, all pretty cliche ways to describe your lover’s hair. it reminds me of Shakespeare’s sonnet 130…
her curls are bouncier than usual today. which makes me think, she is bouncier than usual today. maybe she got that call from that job she was talking about. damn it. I’m really going to miss her.
The cute curls dangle from the little prince’s head. He shakes his head in disbelief when told that his rose is ephemeral, but how naive he is!
i have lots of curls. my head os full of them. when i was younger, i never liked my curls, but now i’m learning to embrace them. my parents always fawned over them, and my friends thought they looked nice as well, but i just thought they were bug and out there. now the style is still straight hair and you can rarely see a girl sporting her curls.
again? i think that the world don’t repeats..dissapointed me.
curls are what come to the head of the creative. people with curls in their hair are destined to be great, or do great. they are what inspires us
oh my god, i don’t know whats the meaning of these word! my english is so bad becouse i’m not fro USA or something like that… i just, I’M LATINA
I met her while working in the dormitorty kitchen of “the Jungle” (don’t even remember what the dorm’s real name was, everybody called it the jungle). She was gorgeous…oh, those sea blue eyes…I could get lost in them, and her lips, so soft. She was 7 years my junior, and I was her superior at work, too, being the student supervisor, but, she asked me out, so I don’t feel like I violated any policy of anything.
She was like an angel. All kinds of innocence, and romantic notions about the world. And she could play the piano like noboby’s business. Beethoven, Mozart…drove me wild.
And I was her first. Seriously.
Those eyes, those lips, her young flesh pressed against mine, the lilting melodies her fingers tickled out of the ivory keys…
But, what I remember most of all was burying my nose in that forest of luscious, fragrant of curls.
my hair. my pubic hair. my leg hair. curls of a wave. surfers. sshark. youtube video with 2 sharks attacking one surfer. yeah.
I always wished I had curls. I was so jealous of the girls with “boingy hair”, how I called it. Curls made them look cuter, more fun – I was positively mad whenever thinking about my own thick but very straight hair.
And today? All the “curly girls” are desperate to straighten their strands – and I grin at them smugly.
Curls will build your biceps, he had told me. I thought of his arms and the way he smelled at the gym, his nylon shorts and white sneakers.
“call him,” I told her. She didn’t realize I’d seen his arms before or that we’d had a brief affair at health camp.
her curls fell over her shoulders and covered the straps of her dress, but their wildness led my mind to picture her naked, freckled shoulders and breasts even though i’d never seen them. I imagined the scent of her skin, hair and breath.
“Nice job with the cupcakes,” I said to her. “Glad you made it in time for the lunch break”.
His smile curls up on one end. He is a predator. He is coming for her. She backs up against the wall, sensing the trap that has settled around her, waiting for the inevitable outcome awaiting her. After all, a predator does not always catch it’s prey, but when it does, it always, always, eats it.