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Fiery red curls catch my attention. I've never seen hair like hers. It's long and hangs to just above her ass, but it's not trashy looking. The curls are large and thick. If I were a descriptive man, I'd almost call her hair luscious. But, I'm not so I'll leave it at fiery and thick.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Leave it to your best friend to grab you by the short curly ones with one hand and bitch slap you with the other."
"His Name was Harley Manfield
Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.
I used to have really long hair. It was a big fro with mad curls.
Growing up in Florida and having naturally curly hair was a bit tough. I had to learn to do treatments and masks to keep the frizz under control.
allowed two very long cascading curls to slip out and brush one shoulder. Her maid had dressed her hair and pulled out long golden streaks to twirl lazily against
That morning all of us girls had put our hair in high vintage-like ponytails, and Aunt Julie joked that we could almost be triplets. I laughed but knew that since my hair was so straight no one would ever confuse Rose and I.
When I write, I tend to twist my hair. Something for my small mind to do, I guess.
Straight? So is spaghetti until you heat it up
I watched her long, straight hair swaying right and left where it met her shoulders.
The thick, caressable curls if his hair.
I don't think I'm meant for anyone who wears curlers.
I never saw such curls - how could I, for there never were such curls! - as those she shook out to hide her blushes.
cheery as a cherrio
He shakes his head. His dark messy hair has a few curls in it today.It's quite breathtaking,really.If there were an Olympics competition in hair, St. Clair would totally win,hands down. Ten-point-oh.Gold medal.
My hair-- bob it!
The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls.
my hair was a mass of tangled curls just like the old days, minus
Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair.
It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.
I'll braid you one.
his hair gelled into badass spikes.
Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.
My style is ambiguous and lucid.
Nobody is really happy with what's on their head. People with straight hair want curly, people with curly want straight, and bald people want everyone to be blind.
The ungrown glories of his beamy hair.
Sorry, pigtails, but subtlety isn't an option anymore.
Curling your hair is an intrinsically hopeful act.
When I'm not working, I want to be the version of the person that I was born to be. I was born with curly hair. It fits my personality, and it's totally who I am. I am rough around the edges, and I am not a polished girl.
coltish-looking,
She was a natural blonde, with delicate hands and feet, and in her youthful photographs one saw a girl with mocking eyes and a tragic smile, the course of whose life would conspire in time to transpose that pair of adjectives.
I DO have feelings for Curls. Feelings of annoyance and irritation, mainly, spiked with occasional pangs of pity.
She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.
Right," said Kami, undaunted. "So a girl in my class called Amber Green, and our headmistress, Ms. Dollard, are both sorcerers. Amber's with Rob, but we could use Ms. Dollard."
"I never trusted Amber," Angela remarked darkly. "Only the evil are that enthusiastic about volleyball.
And as for you, stop having curly hair!
Felicia- Tell me, are my whiskers on straight?
Cora- I truly never thought I'd be having that question asked by my daughter, but yes, they're on straight.
At the same time they both caught sight of a third curly flourish on a tree-trunk right in front of them, but it was terribly high up, at least three feet above the ground.
"That's it, I'm sure," said Sniff, stretching himself. "I must be taller than I thought!
My hair dries straight naturally, so I'm always trying to find anything to give it volume or give it a little bit of bounce.
Even when I was a kid, I had this insane head of flaming hair. It looked like a wig.
What's with the hair today?" He pokes it for good measure.
"I was tired this morning."
"Uh-huh. I can tell. You look like you brushed it with a fork."
"Worked for Ariel."
"Doesn't work for you.
and fair hair combed off her face and arranged in a large bun at the back of her neck; a style which at the moment happened to be fashionable although that was not her reason for wearing it so. She was a woman who always kept to her own style.
her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed
My hair is my best feature, long and wavy, bright gold with a hint of red, trailing behind me wherever I go like an afterthought.
I'd rather go with something eccentric
but beautifully eccentric.
I don't see hair when I see your mohawk. I see attitude.
A wartime Minister of Information is compelled, in the national interest, to such continuous acts of duplicity that even his natural hair must grow to resemble a wig.
Sometimes the beard was loose, sometimes it was braided and sometimes, like that afternoon, it was in its own ponytail so that Al's head looked like something about to be tie-dyed.
Heads: This girl
Tails: That girl
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
His hair is like feathers.
His hair was a curling mess and he showed the proper desregard for sartorial elegance which Harry had always seen as a sign of reliability in a person. Neat men always struck him as desperate and ambitious.
Any curly-haired boy can write windswept ballads. You have to crush people's heads. That's the only way to make those fuckers listen.
A change in hairstyle gives a new look.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
An eyelash curler should be everyone's best friend.
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
I am a hair-lock; I am floating in the gutters to meet the rubber-band.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
A stocky zombie with curly orange hair
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
I just like to shake things up, and your hair is one way to do it.
Solve this, pink-haired lady.
I never wear pigtails, I wear plaits.
My hair is holy. I grow it long for the God.
The funny thing is, people only know me for having straight hair for work, but I live in Atlanta where it's hot and humid in the summertime. So when I'm home, I wear my hair natural. My hair is naturally curly; I don't have a relaxer.
[My hair] creates this Tarzanesque, likeable bad-boy image. It says, 'I am a wild child. I will take you on a Harley ride, then make passionate love to you. And should you be attacked by a lion or an idiot at a bar, I will protect you.'
'Veronica Mars' was my first job, and for some reason, my character changed her hairstyle halfway through the season from curly to - I don't even know why - suddenly straight.
Most people like hair," Morgan said. "His is curly and dreamy. Now shut up.
Do you believe in bobbed hair?" asked G. Reece in the same undertone.
"I think it's unmoral," affirmed Bernice gravely. "But, of course, you've either got to amuse people or feed'em or shock'em.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Almost every day, someone asks if I ever flat iron my hair. I say, 'No, because I'm afraid it wouldn't look good and wouldn't come back curly.'
My unruly hair used to feel like an extension of my personality...full of life and bucking all attempts to be controlled."
Hybrid Angel (Part 1)
Donna was an enigma wrapped in bacon wrapped in a crescent roll.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
Hair excited me. As the old ways - backcombing, rollers and rigidity - went out of the window, I started to feel the possibilities in front of my eyes.
My hair is capable of doing a lot of different things.
Hi, my name is Jaime and I play bass, and I have dumb hair.
atop his head a goofy skin cap simulating baldness and fringed with shoulder-length scraggle.
Laurie picks up a briefcase and places it on the table. He opens the lid and his head disappears under the top. Oh god. Is he about to introduce me to a cat of nine tails, or some bizarre tickling stick? Brace yourself Liz. Cate told you to always carry your pepper spray, you fool.
Triple tongued is triple named
Ronnie Spector's hair was taller and meaner and scarier than all four Shangri-La's combined, plus the drummer from the Honeycombs. You just know her rat-tail comb was a switchblade.
Queer. And not in the way I like.
Methwold's hair, parted in the middle has a lot to do with my beginnings. It was one of those hairlines along which history and sexuality moved.
She said to me, "This is fun."
"It weirdly is," I said.
"Maybe these are our salad days."
"Huh?"
"You know. Happy."
"What's happy about a salad?"
She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap.
Kelly has her hair sticking a foot in the air in every direction, sprayed solid like a helmet.
You're so cute with your hair all gelled and spiky. You know, all I'm going to be thinking when you're on that stage is that I get to take you home with me tonight. - Jennah
If my career were a hairstyle, it would be helmet-head.
Maggie in her crude form, with her hair down her back, and altogether in a state of dubious promise, was a most undesirable niece; but now she was capable of being at once ornamental and useful.
Her hair was full of lights
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
round hat, set upon it sideways, looked
My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire.
My mullet said to the literary world, Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales.
Hey big mouth, how do you spell triple?
My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.
I'm going to need a wig.Wig-- Khalia Hades
There was a single
golden hair on the pillow, curled in on itself as if asleep. Simon
picked it up carefully, then lay down still holding it, his head in its
place. The bed was cold, but it still smelled warm, like Matt.
she was always careful to brush and re-braid her hair, making sure the blond plaits were straight
Unleash your kinky hair, Diva.