The part of your hair just stood up it drove me insane i could not stand it so I gave you a headband for your next birthday. It was the perfect way to keep back that hair that drove me insane.
Megan
i like to wear headbands while i exercise to keep the hair out of my face. some people don’t know how to wear headbands in a way that looks good. i feel sorry for them. headbands come in all different shapes and sizes. sometimes thick headbands are in and sometimes thin headbands are in.
Lucy
The eighties are over, my friend. I’m not sure you really understand it, but those times of your life are gone. Kaput. Blammo. You’ll never be young again, your dreams are meaningless, your achievements and trophies and importance and everything have been pushed to the wayside to be ignored by the current generation, if not spat on, and nothing can regain that.
Just like me.
Mikail
Headbands are soo tight on my head. Whenever I wear em I get headaches. They cut off my circulation. It’s terrible! This makes me sad because when I go to Sally’s they always have really cute ones that I would like to rock!! =[ sad word.
GabZ
That headband was the rattiest goddamn thing I had ever laid eyes on, and it stank of too-sweet cherry shampoo. Threads were hanging off of it in great sloppy gobs, and the color had long washed out in years of wear and woe.
When she wasn’t looking, I held it to my cheek, and breathed in.
hoist
I like to go to the show anf bang my head listening metal, but head band? whats a fuck meaning of it? I really dont know!!!
lola
She always wore that same black headband. I wonder whether she washed it? It barely made a difference on her face, the way she wore it–her dark hair made curtains around the little girl’s features. When did she take it off?
Danielle
a headband, wrapped around my forehead, keeping my brain in. thoughts wanting to spill out but are restrained. I want you to look at my headband. I want you to look at my brain. I want you to know what I’m feeling. I want you to come around again.
R
The headband danced in front of the mans eyes, red and gold and blue, tempting and colorfull, it amused him with its strange pattern of beautiful colors and shades of said colors. It almost made him sad, thinking that he would never have a headband like it, or a chance to take that one, because it would soon be burned by the flames that engulfed the band now, destroying it into the ashes of hell from whence it came.
Austin
i dont like the new old look of the headbands around the circumference of the head. touching the forehead. and looking like you just rolled out of Woodstock. mind you i love boho chic, but there is a limit. that and maxi dresses.
Lindsey
wear them all the time, my vp hates lulu lemon
nice accesory, wear it with anything
looks good on everyone, no way to make it look bad
stylish and cheap
can hold hair back
keep bangs out of face
adrienne
all these hipsters wearing headbands. i remember when i was little and we had then- but they werent as cool then. i have a hawk tail feather though so i guess that would be cool huh. hey i never said i wasn’t a hypocrit
becca
love, love is one of the lords blessings that is often given but seldom appreciated. i think that love is such a beautiful thing, but those who have it sometimes don’t even know it’s there.
blah
I used to have this really cute hello kitty head band. It was eaten by my bird, who likes sparkly things. I am sad/
rachel
i don’t look good with any headband.
portia
I remember wearing headbands as a child – they were kind of a big deal in my house since I had sisters and we always fought over who got to wear which ones. I wish that we’d had the kind that my daughter has, the soft elastic kind – I remember that mine always hurt my head behind my ears. I love the ones with the big flowers on them, that people put on little babies.
carlag
ari wore a red headband covered with sparkles and diamonds and it had a mahical power that enabled her to fly and make people turn into flowers and ari held the headband in her hand and it broke
Anonymous
makes you look pretty
Anonymous
“Not that stupid headband again,” his girlfriend moaned in annoyance. “Do you realize how ugly that thing is.”
“What’s your point?” he asked her as he looked up from his corn flakes. “It’s from England, I love it.”
“You’ve never even been to England!”
“Neither have you but you still have Harry Potter books from England!!”
Sandra!
I think I’ve lost my headband…you know? I loved that headband….wonder if some of the new kids who still believe in midgets stole it from me…I’d hate if that had happened. Anyway…I think I’ll just buy a new one. A prettier one.
Vali
The headband he wore was a thin leather strap that hugged his pale forehead, keeping his wild hair out of his eyes. It was plain and brown, but he liked it nonetheless, pulling it out from a sleeve whenever he needed it.
em
AROUND THE HEAD IT GOES WHERE IT STOPS NOBODY KNOWS IT’S COLOURFUL AND RAINBOW AND BEAUTIFUL TOO. UHH IT COMES IN PIRATE COLOURS AND YOU CAN PUT IT ON UNICORNS, AND FOR THE RECORD BANDANNA DAY WAS ON LAST WEEK OR SOMETHING, AND IT’S NOT REALLY A HEADBAND BUT DOES IT TRULY MATTER. ALSO THEY CAN COME IN CHEAP OR EXPENSIVE ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE BRAND PRINTED, WHAT A WASTE AND A RIP OFF, THERE’S A SINK IN FRONT OF ME BUT IT’S NOT RELATED HA HA.
Wth?
The girl was wearing ripped jeans, and she had long, scraggly brown hair pulled back with a grungly-looking pink headband. She looked lost, and like she wanted to cry.
tabard
Her hair flowed in the wind underneath her headband. It was going crazy and even though it was a mess underneath the yellow headband, it was so beautiful.
Amanda Kerns
A red and blue and white striped headband. Eighth grade year.
High tops and a yellow jersey that was a little too small.
Gym class is where we got mocked by the other kids. The kids who enjoyed competition too much.
e
a band for security , and being a maverick . it shows spirit and new way of thinking somebody who os not afraid . can stand up for he believes in , headband is like an identity.
sushma
I wore a headband. It was brown and silver and accented my curly locks. I bought it at the grocery store the other day. Spent money that I probably shouldn’t have, but it happens.
rjb
The eighties were a big time for headbands. They had cloth headbands. But nowadays, headbands have a different meaning than exercise girls in spandex. Now headbands are symbols of preppiness and wealth. Headbands have feathers, bows, anything that will make them look adorned and expensive. And they are expensive.
Lea
a man was wearing running down my street his headband seemed to be barely sticking to his forhead. sweat was streaming down his face keeping him from seeing those in front of him. disallowing him to be able to follow the path he set forth. this man was running.
Brian
She adjusted the silver headband carefully, not wantinig to mess up her hair. It glistened in the sunlight and the faint dusting of sparkles danced gracefully. She straightened out the bow and checked herself in the hallway once more before striding out the door confidently in her matching silver flats, ready to take on the world and anything it might throw at her.
hana
I wear a headband on days when I don’t like my hair or don’t know what to do with it, which incidentally, is most days. I wish I wasn’t so critical of myself in that way. I think the more accepting of myself I could be, the more accepting of other’s I would be too.
Ninamarie
As long as I can remember, I have always worn something on my head. Whether its sunglasses, a headband, a pony tail holder, or a hat, I’ve felt the compulsion to put something on my head.
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She wore a headband. It was silver. It kept her hair straight and neat. She had a good head on her shoulders, but it was her heart. Her heart was what didn’t know where to go. It strayed so far, and came back in such disarray. Just like her hair on a windy winter day.
Gemiruth
One, two, three, come on, no pain, no gain! Her headband was hot pink to match her leg warmers. Her leotard was lime green. Of all of the places to land in my time machine, why did I have to end up in a 1980
Michelle
hippie, one with pride and freedom. hair piece. sweat guard. basketball. karate kid. rambo.
hot acid
There’s just something about her. Something magnetic, lovely, and a style all her own. No one really could wear what she wears, but she takes whatever and makes it her own.
gerent
I saw the headband sitting on the coke-stained counter once she had already left. I picked it up and could still feel the warmth from her body.
Justice Lorelei
It’s the thing lately, or so it seems. Taking trashy plastic headbands from Walgreens and buying trendy fabric to glue around it, make it upscale. These trendy fabrics seem to range from toille to Marimekko and seem only to don the heads of girls with beautiful hair that stays in place.
Elsa
silvery, colorful, rainbow, or day glo
that band of fabric deftly taming
that unruly mane
josh bruegger
Her headband was bright blue. It matched her uniform, a terry band of cloth to keep her hair out of her face and absorb her sweat as she played her hardest on the soccer field. Shoot, score. She couldn’t play without it.
The part of your hair just stood up it drove me insane i could not stand it so I gave you a headband for your next birthday. It was the perfect way to keep back that hair that drove me insane.
i like to wear headbands while i exercise to keep the hair out of my face. some people don’t know how to wear headbands in a way that looks good. i feel sorry for them. headbands come in all different shapes and sizes. sometimes thick headbands are in and sometimes thin headbands are in.
The eighties are over, my friend. I’m not sure you really understand it, but those times of your life are gone. Kaput. Blammo. You’ll never be young again, your dreams are meaningless, your achievements and trophies and importance and everything have been pushed to the wayside to be ignored by the current generation, if not spat on, and nothing can regain that.
Just like me.
Headbands are soo tight on my head. Whenever I wear em I get headaches. They cut off my circulation. It’s terrible! This makes me sad because when I go to Sally’s they always have really cute ones that I would like to rock!! =[ sad word.
That headband was the rattiest goddamn thing I had ever laid eyes on, and it stank of too-sweet cherry shampoo. Threads were hanging off of it in great sloppy gobs, and the color had long washed out in years of wear and woe.
When she wasn’t looking, I held it to my cheek, and breathed in.
I like to go to the show anf bang my head listening metal, but head band? whats a fuck meaning of it? I really dont know!!!
She always wore that same black headband. I wonder whether she washed it? It barely made a difference on her face, the way she wore it–her dark hair made curtains around the little girl’s features. When did she take it off?
a headband, wrapped around my forehead, keeping my brain in. thoughts wanting to spill out but are restrained. I want you to look at my headband. I want you to look at my brain. I want you to know what I’m feeling. I want you to come around again.
The headband danced in front of the mans eyes, red and gold and blue, tempting and colorfull, it amused him with its strange pattern of beautiful colors and shades of said colors. It almost made him sad, thinking that he would never have a headband like it, or a chance to take that one, because it would soon be burned by the flames that engulfed the band now, destroying it into the ashes of hell from whence it came.
i dont like the new old look of the headbands around the circumference of the head. touching the forehead. and looking like you just rolled out of Woodstock. mind you i love boho chic, but there is a limit. that and maxi dresses.
wear them all the time, my vp hates lulu lemon
nice accesory, wear it with anything
looks good on everyone, no way to make it look bad
stylish and cheap
can hold hair back
keep bangs out of face
all these hipsters wearing headbands. i remember when i was little and we had then- but they werent as cool then. i have a hawk tail feather though so i guess that would be cool huh. hey i never said i wasn’t a hypocrit
love, love is one of the lords blessings that is often given but seldom appreciated. i think that love is such a beautiful thing, but those who have it sometimes don’t even know it’s there.
I used to have this really cute hello kitty head band. It was eaten by my bird, who likes sparkly things. I am sad/
i don’t look good with any headband.
I remember wearing headbands as a child – they were kind of a big deal in my house since I had sisters and we always fought over who got to wear which ones. I wish that we’d had the kind that my daughter has, the soft elastic kind – I remember that mine always hurt my head behind my ears. I love the ones with the big flowers on them, that people put on little babies.
ari wore a red headband covered with sparkles and diamonds and it had a mahical power that enabled her to fly and make people turn into flowers and ari held the headband in her hand and it broke
makes you look pretty
“Not that stupid headband again,” his girlfriend moaned in annoyance. “Do you realize how ugly that thing is.”
“What’s your point?” he asked her as he looked up from his corn flakes. “It’s from England, I love it.”
“You’ve never even been to England!”
“Neither have you but you still have Harry Potter books from England!!”
I think I’ve lost my headband…you know? I loved that headband….wonder if some of the new kids who still believe in midgets stole it from me…I’d hate if that had happened. Anyway…I think I’ll just buy a new one. A prettier one.
The headband he wore was a thin leather strap that hugged his pale forehead, keeping his wild hair out of his eyes. It was plain and brown, but he liked it nonetheless, pulling it out from a sleeve whenever he needed it.
AROUND THE HEAD IT GOES WHERE IT STOPS NOBODY KNOWS IT’S COLOURFUL AND RAINBOW AND BEAUTIFUL TOO. UHH IT COMES IN PIRATE COLOURS AND YOU CAN PUT IT ON UNICORNS, AND FOR THE RECORD BANDANNA DAY WAS ON LAST WEEK OR SOMETHING, AND IT’S NOT REALLY A HEADBAND BUT DOES IT TRULY MATTER. ALSO THEY CAN COME IN CHEAP OR EXPENSIVE ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE BRAND PRINTED, WHAT A WASTE AND A RIP OFF, THERE’S A SINK IN FRONT OF ME BUT IT’S NOT RELATED HA HA.
The girl was wearing ripped jeans, and she had long, scraggly brown hair pulled back with a grungly-looking pink headband. She looked lost, and like she wanted to cry.
Her hair flowed in the wind underneath her headband. It was going crazy and even though it was a mess underneath the yellow headband, it was so beautiful.
A red and blue and white striped headband. Eighth grade year.
High tops and a yellow jersey that was a little too small.
Gym class is where we got mocked by the other kids. The kids who enjoyed competition too much.
a band for security , and being a maverick . it shows spirit and new way of thinking somebody who os not afraid . can stand up for he believes in , headband is like an identity.
I wore a headband. It was brown and silver and accented my curly locks. I bought it at the grocery store the other day. Spent money that I probably shouldn’t have, but it happens.
The eighties were a big time for headbands. They had cloth headbands. But nowadays, headbands have a different meaning than exercise girls in spandex. Now headbands are symbols of preppiness and wealth. Headbands have feathers, bows, anything that will make them look adorned and expensive. And they are expensive.
a man was wearing running down my street his headband seemed to be barely sticking to his forhead. sweat was streaming down his face keeping him from seeing those in front of him. disallowing him to be able to follow the path he set forth. this man was running.
She adjusted the silver headband carefully, not wantinig to mess up her hair. It glistened in the sunlight and the faint dusting of sparkles danced gracefully. She straightened out the bow and checked herself in the hallway once more before striding out the door confidently in her matching silver flats, ready to take on the world and anything it might throw at her.
I wear a headband on days when I don’t like my hair or don’t know what to do with it, which incidentally, is most days. I wish I wasn’t so critical of myself in that way. I think the more accepting of myself I could be, the more accepting of other’s I would be too.
As long as I can remember, I have always worn something on my head. Whether its sunglasses, a headband, a pony tail holder, or a hat, I’ve felt the compulsion to put something on my head.
She wore a headband. It was silver. It kept her hair straight and neat. She had a good head on her shoulders, but it was her heart. Her heart was what didn’t know where to go. It strayed so far, and came back in such disarray. Just like her hair on a windy winter day.
One, two, three, come on, no pain, no gain! Her headband was hot pink to match her leg warmers. Her leotard was lime green. Of all of the places to land in my time machine, why did I have to end up in a 1980
hippie, one with pride and freedom. hair piece. sweat guard. basketball. karate kid. rambo.
There’s just something about her. Something magnetic, lovely, and a style all her own. No one really could wear what she wears, but she takes whatever and makes it her own.
I saw the headband sitting on the coke-stained counter once she had already left. I picked it up and could still feel the warmth from her body.
It’s the thing lately, or so it seems. Taking trashy plastic headbands from Walgreens and buying trendy fabric to glue around it, make it upscale. These trendy fabrics seem to range from toille to Marimekko and seem only to don the heads of girls with beautiful hair that stays in place.
silvery, colorful, rainbow, or day glo
that band of fabric deftly taming
that unruly mane
Her headband was bright blue. It matched her uniform, a terry band of cloth to keep her hair out of her face and absorb her sweat as she played her hardest on the soccer field. Shoot, score. She couldn’t play without it.