She snapped the cord back into place around her slender waist. The elastic was starting to go in her favorite skirt but she persisted in wearing the floral, ruffle detailed item anyway. It had been a gift from her now deceased grandmother and Vivienne adored the eclectic, knee length skirt.
Are our spirits elastic? Can we stretch into a different person with every tug and pull of everyday life? Is it really all that possible to change that much over and over again? I’ve seen people do it. Chose different lives. Countless different wives. And their lives aren’t complete. They’ve been stretched too far, and can never regain the proper shape again.
G.
cest une partie en caoutchoux ki est brun et ki sent parfois vraiment pas bon…ya plusieurs choses qui sont elastique comme des culottes et plein dautre comme il y a des gens ki sont tres elastique on pourrais dire flexible en dautre terme haha mais bon c juste sa ke javais a dire sur sa.
K
Our minds are elastic; ever changing. Slightly at any given instant, but surely–changing. Neurons blasting electrical impulses at thousands or millions of friends. Sharp, bursts of white means thoughts, images, memories. But these can all change surely, since our minds are ever changing like an elastic band being pulled and morphed.
Elastic bands.
Elastic brands.
Plastic hands.
Fantastic stands.
Taking a stand on a elastic issue will induce coma.
Taking a stand on a rigid issue will induce stroke.
Taking a stand on no issue will induce BLAND.
elastic is a material used in elastic bands, they are cool and amazing and i use them in my mouth for my braces. Other things are made of elastic too, like hair bands and things that have elastic in the name. I like elastic cause it it helpful to mankind.
abbey
Elastic. All I can think of is the million hairbands to keep my hair out of my face. Worst idea ever, to get my hair cut short, so difficult to make easy.
anonymous
The band snapped hard against her skin and she hissed in irritation but ignored it, grabbing at the next rock and hauling herself up until the spandex from her pants yanked free of the stone it was caught on. She was halfway up the mountain, the stones becoming a constant, endless repetition of places to grab and cling to, and the distinct absence of any wires holding her to the stone felt like a thick weight on her shoulders.
John
I am afraid to wear pants with elastic. It would mean I was fat. I don’t want to gorge myself with food and become so unhealthy I need elastic for my clothes to fit.
Melissa
Elasticity is used in rubber bands, hair ties, skirts, dresses, even shirts. It can be a fashion statement as well as a useful tool for tightly binding items that need to be bound tightly. Elastic things help everyone. Without elasticity, life simply could not go on.
Lilah Knight
Miranda pulled the elastic hair band back and snapped it absentmindedly. It is strange, she thought, how inanimate objects can be stretched and bent and still return to their shape so easily. Why couldn’t she bounce back like that?
hairties. i always carry a few on my wrist. just incase a friend needs one or a girl on the dancefloor is doing her thang and doesn’t have time to put her hair up. not like a strip club but a music event. where everyone goes to have fun and get sweaty as they dance the night away. i have a hairtie on my wrist right now. not sure if it is mine or my friends. we share things. especially when we’re drunk.
Cheyenne
A lot of people don’t think about the small bands that hold their hair in place every day, but I do. Where would I be without my little elastic bands? Every day in PE the back of me neck would sweat profusely and I would probably die. I love you elastic bands.
Addie
I wish my heart was elastic
Katy
flexibility a rubber band bad hair days curly hair do’s girly stuff stores shopping things that stretch plastic polymers chloroflourocarbons chemicals hair beauty having fun waking up early in the morning to do my hair
olga erre
rubber bands are fantastic. they’re almost as amazing as duct tape. i have a roll of pink duct tape. last summer i made a wallet out of it. it was AWESOME. you know what else is elastic? bungee chords. also condoms.
lola
Elastic and flexible. Bend but don’t break. Always come back.
very stretchy and bouncy it comes in rubberbands and waist bands it is a property that makes things snap back into place
Colten
He pulled at the worn, elastic seat-belt, pulling it around his body slowly as he thought about the day ahead of him. It was a drive he had made thousands of times before, yet somehow this time it felt different. It was still the same crappy car, and he was still on his way to his dead end job, but for a reason he couldn’t understand, today felt as if it would be better than any had before it.
my heart is made of elastic it has to be because i can love so much and hurt so much and still not be broken apart i am strong i am human i am me i am elasticity. i am never broken and always strong. i am not you or who you want me to be but i am always who i am; elastic.
rubber bands. Snap and hit you. Elastic birds seem quite bouncy. The bouncy fellows. Oh well. My life is somewhat elastic, like when I wake up from having a bad day, I just spring back to positiveness because thats the way it is.
Nicolette
Elastic is my mind, it stretches like taffy but springs back then meanders again elastic going far coming near, never still.
david
The thud of the drums washed out all other noise. His fingers hooked in the elastic of her short, short skirt. She withdrew. He tried to follow, but the crowd pressed in.
She was so elastic. Everything was good for her. It made me nervous. Just have an opinion for gods sake! I cannot really understand her conformity, I doubt she has a say in her life at all.
I often imagine her sitting in her elastic bed, wearing elastic clothes and playing with an elastic rope. I just cant help it. She really reminds me of an elastic.
Candelaria
elastic see your face strech mouth contort your estatic like some string ball you bounce back
The stretch band of my gym shorts was worn through. Which sucks, I mean it really does. But don’t I have bigger things to worry about? Right now it does’t seem like it. I liked those shorts!
And I miss you.
She was always insecure about the clothes she wore. Everyday she would run through her closet like she has never seen the items in her life. Then, there was this one dress with an elastic band around the waste. It made her feel beautiful. She was finally good enough.
Ashley
Rubber bands are elastic and fun to shoot at other people, especially when they don’t see it coming. I wish I worked out more so that my muscles would be more elastic and I could get my fat ass up the stairs faster. Time is not elastic, but with good drugs it can be!
Leah
Time is elastic. It stretches and it shrinks, not necessarily in accordance to whichever you please, but whichever pleases it. It will never break, but continues forever. Hold on.
Michelle Luu
She threw the orange skirt down in a huff. It made her terribly angry– the garment had been one of her favorites, and would still fit if not for the elastic that had suddenly stopped being elastic. Where the skirt should have been around her waist, it now fell down past her hips, and only pinning it to her underwear would stop it from falling. …Maybe. She wasn’t willing to risk it.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled my way toward the mattress’s edge. “I’m too old to start an exercise routine as tough as yesterday’s was. My body isn’t as elastic as it used to be.”
Yesterday afternoon I had completed the mother of all kickboxing classes.
Carol
I tugged at the elastic band waist of my dress. It was like a chain digging deeper and deeper into my skin. Before long it would tear my pearly white flesh to reveal my weak and nearly nonexsitent muscles. There seemed to be no end to the the penetration as it just kept pushing in deeper and deeper. If only I had choosen the puffy hideous pink dress. Sure it made me look like a obese barbie doll..but at least it wouldn’t put me in pain every waking minute. I sucked in my stomach hoping to aid the pain yet it was to no avail. “Stupid elastics
Celia Niksic
Am I as elastic as I want to be? Do you really think you can stretch me and pull me apart and I’ll be fine? There’s only so much I can withstand, and yet you keep trying until you break me once and for all.
Pet peeve of mine: when you have a skirt or shorts with an elastic waistband and the elastic gets all twisted up inside the band and no matter how many times you run your hands along the band it just doesn’t go back to normal!!! It bothers me so much. That what I think of when I see elastic. Also the strands of thin elastic I have in my sewing basket and the amazing elastic sleeves I made to go on a shirt one time. And the elastic-band skirt I made that I forgot to wash the material first and in the wash it pulled away from the waistband. So much for that skirt. It was really cute material too, and really cheap, and the last of its kind. So sad. I saved the material though, maybe I’ll make something else out of it someday.
Mildred
When i think of the human heart i think elasticity: a things ability to bounce back time and again, stretch beyond its capacity, and return again to its purest form.
Erin Mckamey
Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend. He’d have brown hair. He would wear spandex. His spandex body suit would be pink. There would be a purple headband around his head. It would snap when you pulled it.
She snapped the cord back into place around her slender waist. The elastic was starting to go in her favorite skirt but she persisted in wearing the floral, ruffle detailed item anyway. It had been a gift from her now deceased grandmother and Vivienne adored the eclectic, knee length skirt.
Are our spirits elastic? Can we stretch into a different person with every tug and pull of everyday life? Is it really all that possible to change that much over and over again? I’ve seen people do it. Chose different lives. Countless different wives. And their lives aren’t complete. They’ve been stretched too far, and can never regain the proper shape again.
cest une partie en caoutchoux ki est brun et ki sent parfois vraiment pas bon…ya plusieurs choses qui sont elastique comme des culottes et plein dautre comme il y a des gens ki sont tres elastique on pourrais dire flexible en dautre terme haha mais bon c juste sa ke javais a dire sur sa.
Our minds are elastic; ever changing. Slightly at any given instant, but surely–changing. Neurons blasting electrical impulses at thousands or millions of friends. Sharp, bursts of white means thoughts, images, memories. But these can all change surely, since our minds are ever changing like an elastic band being pulled and morphed.
Elastic bands.
Elastic brands.
Plastic hands.
Fantastic stands.
Taking a stand on a elastic issue will induce coma.
Taking a stand on a rigid issue will induce stroke.
Taking a stand on no issue will induce BLAND.
elastic is a material used in elastic bands, they are cool and amazing and i use them in my mouth for my braces. Other things are made of elastic too, like hair bands and things that have elastic in the name. I like elastic cause it it helpful to mankind.
Elastic. All I can think of is the million hairbands to keep my hair out of my face. Worst idea ever, to get my hair cut short, so difficult to make easy.
The band snapped hard against her skin and she hissed in irritation but ignored it, grabbing at the next rock and hauling herself up until the spandex from her pants yanked free of the stone it was caught on. She was halfway up the mountain, the stones becoming a constant, endless repetition of places to grab and cling to, and the distinct absence of any wires holding her to the stone felt like a thick weight on her shoulders.
I am afraid to wear pants with elastic. It would mean I was fat. I don’t want to gorge myself with food and become so unhealthy I need elastic for my clothes to fit.
Elasticity is used in rubber bands, hair ties, skirts, dresses, even shirts. It can be a fashion statement as well as a useful tool for tightly binding items that need to be bound tightly. Elastic things help everyone. Without elasticity, life simply could not go on.
Miranda pulled the elastic hair band back and snapped it absentmindedly. It is strange, she thought, how inanimate objects can be stretched and bent and still return to their shape so easily. Why couldn’t she bounce back like that?
i’m
hairties. i always carry a few on my wrist. just incase a friend needs one or a girl on the dancefloor is doing her thang and doesn’t have time to put her hair up. not like a strip club but a music event. where everyone goes to have fun and get sweaty as they dance the night away. i have a hairtie on my wrist right now. not sure if it is mine or my friends. we share things. especially when we’re drunk.
A lot of people don’t think about the small bands that hold their hair in place every day, but I do. Where would I be without my little elastic bands? Every day in PE the back of me neck would sweat profusely and I would probably die. I love you elastic bands.
I wish my heart was elastic
flexibility a rubber band bad hair days curly hair do’s girly stuff stores shopping things that stretch plastic polymers chloroflourocarbons chemicals hair beauty having fun waking up early in the morning to do my hair
rubber bands are fantastic. they’re almost as amazing as duct tape. i have a roll of pink duct tape. last summer i made a wallet out of it. it was AWESOME. you know what else is elastic? bungee chords. also condoms.
Elastic and flexible. Bend but don’t break. Always come back.
snapping back into reality
you’re the only thing I see
“is it true,bogdan, “whispered elke, “is seeing into the future possible ?”
“lets just say that time is elastic enough to theoretically make it happen.”
very stretchy and bouncy it comes in rubberbands and waist bands it is a property that makes things snap back into place
He pulled at the worn, elastic seat-belt, pulling it around his body slowly as he thought about the day ahead of him. It was a drive he had made thousands of times before, yet somehow this time it felt different. It was still the same crappy car, and he was still on his way to his dead end job, but for a reason he couldn’t understand, today felt as if it would be better than any had before it.
my heart is made of elastic it has to be because i can love so much and hurt so much and still not be broken apart i am strong i am human i am me i am elasticity. i am never broken and always strong. i am not you or who you want me to be but i am always who i am; elastic.
stretchy, flexible, pull apart easily, elastagirl, plastic, fun, waistband,
rubber bands. Snap and hit you. Elastic birds seem quite bouncy. The bouncy fellows. Oh well. My life is somewhat elastic, like when I wake up from having a bad day, I just spring back to positiveness because thats the way it is.
Elastic is my mind, it stretches like taffy but springs back then meanders again elastic going far coming near, never still.
The thud of the drums washed out all other noise. His fingers hooked in the elastic of her short, short skirt. She withdrew. He tried to follow, but the crowd pressed in.
She was so elastic. Everything was good for her. It made me nervous. Just have an opinion for gods sake! I cannot really understand her conformity, I doubt she has a say in her life at all.
I often imagine her sitting in her elastic bed, wearing elastic clothes and playing with an elastic rope. I just cant help it. She really reminds me of an elastic.
elastic see your face strech mouth contort your estatic like some string ball you bounce back
The stretch band of my gym shorts was worn through. Which sucks, I mean it really does. But don’t I have bigger things to worry about? Right now it does’t seem like it. I liked those shorts!
And I miss you.
She was always insecure about the clothes she wore. Everyday she would run through her closet like she has never seen the items in her life. Then, there was this one dress with an elastic band around the waste. It made her feel beautiful. She was finally good enough.
Rubber bands are elastic and fun to shoot at other people, especially when they don’t see it coming. I wish I worked out more so that my muscles would be more elastic and I could get my fat ass up the stairs faster. Time is not elastic, but with good drugs it can be!
Time is elastic. It stretches and it shrinks, not necessarily in accordance to whichever you please, but whichever pleases it. It will never break, but continues forever. Hold on.
She threw the orange skirt down in a huff. It made her terribly angry– the garment had been one of her favorites, and would still fit if not for the elastic that had suddenly stopped being elastic. Where the skirt should have been around her waist, it now fell down past her hips, and only pinning it to her underwear would stop it from falling. …Maybe. She wasn’t willing to risk it.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled my way toward the mattress’s edge. “I’m too old to start an exercise routine as tough as yesterday’s was. My body isn’t as elastic as it used to be.”
Yesterday afternoon I had completed the mother of all kickboxing classes.
I tugged at the elastic band waist of my dress. It was like a chain digging deeper and deeper into my skin. Before long it would tear my pearly white flesh to reveal my weak and nearly nonexsitent muscles. There seemed to be no end to the the penetration as it just kept pushing in deeper and deeper. If only I had choosen the puffy hideous pink dress. Sure it made me look like a obese barbie doll..but at least it wouldn’t put me in pain every waking minute. I sucked in my stomach hoping to aid the pain yet it was to no avail. “Stupid elastics
Am I as elastic as I want to be? Do you really think you can stretch me and pull me apart and I’ll be fine? There’s only so much I can withstand, and yet you keep trying until you break me once and for all.
Pet peeve of mine: when you have a skirt or shorts with an elastic waistband and the elastic gets all twisted up inside the band and no matter how many times you run your hands along the band it just doesn’t go back to normal!!! It bothers me so much. That what I think of when I see elastic. Also the strands of thin elastic I have in my sewing basket and the amazing elastic sleeves I made to go on a shirt one time. And the elastic-band skirt I made that I forgot to wash the material first and in the wash it pulled away from the waistband. So much for that skirt. It was really cute material too, and really cheap, and the last of its kind. So sad. I saved the material though, maybe I’ll make something else out of it someday.
When i think of the human heart i think elasticity: a things ability to bounce back time and again, stretch beyond its capacity, and return again to its purest form.
Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend. He’d have brown hair. He would wear spandex. His spandex body suit would be pink. There would be a purple headband around his head. It would snap when you pulled it.