my headband slipped forward as I ran. dang! I never had liked headbands. My mom insisted that I wear them, though. And, being nine, I couldn’t very well say no. So, here itwas, getting in my way.
maddie
Covers my head…keeps it warm. Takes the sweat..the anxiety..the fear away from my mind. You act as my backup…my help…my shelter. I love you headband.
S.D.
ffd
sandy
the biker had a stupid headband, with a stupid logo of an african elephant!!!
Santanu
Headbands are so tight and uncomfortable. They constrict my brain and keep me from thinking. Then they slip and hang over my forehead and make me look like an imbecile What a happy day when I cut bangs.
BEE
they stick it all together … the tails may wag for as long as they like .. but the heads would be joined together not caring about their rare … thats some sacrifice
fuzzal
Ooh, the glory days of the 80s. Headbands were the epitome of style. Whether you were a basketball player or a dance instructor, or just someone at the club, headbands, especially neon ones, were the thing.
Alice Henley Tanwen
I’ve always like the way a headband looked. Never being able to wear one myself. I looks good only until you take in off, then you will look like the sunflower from hell…..
jamie
headbands are kinda cool, i wish i could wear on ewihtout my hair getting messes up, i think i could look like Ken or Ryu fro street fighter, but less blonde or Chinese. Untill then i’ll just settle for how i am no
mustincludenumbers
Headband are a fashion item coming from the word head as in the body part and band like elastic band my friend is in a band called headband gettit.
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geordie laforge
Anonymous
i guess u could say i use a headband for volley ball lolz.. but idk wat else to say..
XxXxKayleeXxXx
So, tiffany wore this headband to class today. It was a purple and blue one. Purple with blue spots, not blue with purple spots. I thought it was cute, and wanted to tell her so, but she was busy talking to her friends.
That’s all the better, I suppose. I probably would have just stuttered or sprayed spit on her or something.
justin
me
Shock90
Groovy headbands always make me think of Rhoda–wacky, offbeat, fashionista and loyal best friend. I channel her every time I put one on.
Maia
Soaking mass of shrunken moppy mess. Holding back the torrent of sweat that threatens to pour into my eyes and blind me from the moment.
mike
I wear one on my head almost everyday. They keep the hair out of my eyes and they are more comfortable than one would imagine.
Charlie Brewer
I love headbands, I never use them cause they don’t match with me. They always remind me of karate. I don’t know why though, maybe is because there is one online game where you were headbands only when you achieve a certain level of karate fighting.
Howuf
i still have her pink headband that she would wear to keep her bangs out of her eyes…
Andriano
worn by James worthy. Looks really goofy on white people. 80’s favorite. Tennis stars should never wear them. I don’t own one. Never would own one. I hate them. Made of elastic.
Jeff Reilley
The headband was squeezing her head so tightly, it was all she could focus on. The words coming out of his mouth were silent as if she was unable to hear them, like the two of them were standing inside a vacuum in space.
Paula
She jumped from the bed as soon as awareness touched her mind. Throwing on yesterday’s outfit and pushing her unwashed hair back with a stretchy headband, she hurried into the hall. Pausing only to grab a coat from the closet, she exited the apartment, moments from rising but fully awake.
Betherann
I thought the headband looked childish on her. She looked like a sorority girl from the 60s; but hey, who am I to judge? It did match her skit and bobby socks, so maybe she was trying to pull off a look.
Leslie
she wore a pink headband around her forehead, flapper/ hipster american apparel style. she smoked a cigarette from a pink box. even her nike dunks were pink. she must have been into matching. it probably made her feel more “together” a feeling the crazy hair and smoking could not provide.
alynn
I wear it when i work.
I wear it when i sleep.
It is very handy when I am trying to see.
I wash it daily because i sweat alot.
It comes in handy when it is really hot.
They come in many colors like polk a dots.
James Johnson
she wore a tie around her hair, to hide it from the world.
he loved it all the more
ellen
I wore my leopard print headband today. The one that reminds me of my past, the job I left behind. Friends who were never really friends (some that were even enemies.) I had told myself that this headband was off limits, but today was special. Today was the day I knew it was time to let go and move on.
K.L. Pfaff
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
Julia
The headband was wrapped tightly around his arm. Blood quickly staining it’s original blue color dark red. He supposed that wrapped around his arm it really wasn’t a headband anymore. An armband he mused. The thought was amusing he chuckled as his head fell back and the world went black.
alexa1162
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
emma
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
emma
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
emma
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
emma
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
Julia
The headband was wrapped tightly around his arm. Blood quickly staining it’s original blue color dark red. He supposed that wrapped around his arm it really wasn’t a headband anymore. An armband he mused. The thought was amusing he chuckled as his head fell back and the world went black.
alexa1162
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
Julia
Headbands make a man either look gay or awesome. You can’t tell Jimi Hendrix that he is gay because he wears a headband, but you can tell Richard Simons he is gay for wearing a headband… and other things.
A
When I was in high school I was known for my colorful headbands. They dressed up anything – concert black, overalls, old t-shirt.
I felt more artsy and glamorous when I wore them, and hoped that maybe if people were focusing on my head they wouldn’t focus on my body as much.
Kelly
Headbands hurt my head more than anything. My hair is about two feet long, so when I put it up in ponytails, it weighs my head down and puts undue strain on my neck. However, even ponytails don’t squeeze my head like headbands do; I feel like my brain will surely pop out of my ears one day.
my headband slipped forward as I ran. dang! I never had liked headbands. My mom insisted that I wear them, though. And, being nine, I couldn’t very well say no. So, here itwas, getting in my way.
Covers my head…keeps it warm. Takes the sweat..the anxiety..the fear away from my mind. You act as my backup…my help…my shelter. I love you headband.
ffd
the biker had a stupid headband, with a stupid logo of an african elephant!!!
Headbands are so tight and uncomfortable. They constrict my brain and keep me from thinking. Then they slip and hang over my forehead and make me look like an imbecile What a happy day when I cut bangs.
they stick it all together … the tails may wag for as long as they like .. but the heads would be joined together not caring about their rare … thats some sacrifice
Ooh, the glory days of the 80s. Headbands were the epitome of style. Whether you were a basketball player or a dance instructor, or just someone at the club, headbands, especially neon ones, were the thing.
I’ve always like the way a headband looked. Never being able to wear one myself. I looks good only until you take in off, then you will look like the sunflower from hell…..
headbands are kinda cool, i wish i could wear on ewihtout my hair getting messes up, i think i could look like Ken or Ryu fro street fighter, but less blonde or Chinese. Untill then i’ll just settle for how i am no
Headband are a fashion item coming from the word head as in the body part and band like elastic band my friend is in a band called headband gettit.
geordie laforge
i guess u could say i use a headband for volley ball lolz.. but idk wat else to say..
So, tiffany wore this headband to class today. It was a purple and blue one. Purple with blue spots, not blue with purple spots. I thought it was cute, and wanted to tell her so, but she was busy talking to her friends.
That’s all the better, I suppose. I probably would have just stuttered or sprayed spit on her or something.
me
Groovy headbands always make me think of Rhoda–wacky, offbeat, fashionista and loyal best friend. I channel her every time I put one on.
Soaking mass of shrunken moppy mess. Holding back the torrent of sweat that threatens to pour into my eyes and blind me from the moment.
I wear one on my head almost everyday. They keep the hair out of my eyes and they are more comfortable than one would imagine.
I love headbands, I never use them cause they don’t match with me. They always remind me of karate. I don’t know why though, maybe is because there is one online game where you were headbands only when you achieve a certain level of karate fighting.
i still have her pink headband that she would wear to keep her bangs out of her eyes…
worn by James worthy. Looks really goofy on white people. 80’s favorite. Tennis stars should never wear them. I don’t own one. Never would own one. I hate them. Made of elastic.
The headband was squeezing her head so tightly, it was all she could focus on. The words coming out of his mouth were silent as if she was unable to hear them, like the two of them were standing inside a vacuum in space.
She jumped from the bed as soon as awareness touched her mind. Throwing on yesterday’s outfit and pushing her unwashed hair back with a stretchy headband, she hurried into the hall. Pausing only to grab a coat from the closet, she exited the apartment, moments from rising but fully awake.
I thought the headband looked childish on her. She looked like a sorority girl from the 60s; but hey, who am I to judge? It did match her skit and bobby socks, so maybe she was trying to pull off a look.
she wore a pink headband around her forehead, flapper/ hipster american apparel style. she smoked a cigarette from a pink box. even her nike dunks were pink. she must have been into matching. it probably made her feel more “together” a feeling the crazy hair and smoking could not provide.
I wear it when i work.
I wear it when i sleep.
It is very handy when I am trying to see.
I wash it daily because i sweat alot.
It comes in handy when it is really hot.
They come in many colors like polk a dots.
she wore a tie around her hair, to hide it from the world.
he loved it all the more
I wore my leopard print headband today. The one that reminds me of my past, the job I left behind. Friends who were never really friends (some that were even enemies.) I had told myself that this headband was off limits, but today was special. Today was the day I knew it was time to let go and move on.
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
The headband was wrapped tightly around his arm. Blood quickly staining it’s original blue color dark red. He supposed that wrapped around his arm it really wasn’t a headband anymore. An armband he mused. The thought was amusing he chuckled as his head fell back and the world went black.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was not a gift, a family heirloom, passed from generation to generation. It was not expensive, and had very little worth. It wasn’t colorful, or fashionable, or exciting. In all that it wasn’t, the headband was one thing. Her’s.
Just a headband, sure. But it traveled with her, through moves, and new schools, and new jobs, and new friends. Or the absence of friends.
From foster home to youth shelter, this headband was her’s.
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
The headband was wrapped tightly around his arm. Blood quickly staining it’s original blue color dark red. He supposed that wrapped around his arm it really wasn’t a headband anymore. An armband he mused. The thought was amusing he chuckled as his head fell back and the world went black.
She has palm trees painted on her nails. She has turquoise braces. She has freckles and spread across her cheekbones like stars in the Milky Way. She has unruly orange hair, which is always being pushed back by a headband. Today the headband is purple.
Looking at her from across the lunchroom, I decide that purple and orange have never looked so beautiful.
Headbands make a man either look gay or awesome. You can’t tell Jimi Hendrix that he is gay because he wears a headband, but you can tell Richard Simons he is gay for wearing a headband… and other things.
When I was in high school I was known for my colorful headbands. They dressed up anything – concert black, overalls, old t-shirt.
I felt more artsy and glamorous when I wore them, and hoped that maybe if people were focusing on my head they wouldn’t focus on my body as much.
Headbands hurt my head more than anything. My hair is about two feet long, so when I put it up in ponytails, it weighs my head down and puts undue strain on my neck. However, even ponytails don’t squeeze my head like headbands do; I feel like my brain will surely pop out of my ears one day.
I hate headbands,. And warm up exercises