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Waxing my legs is pretty much the only thing I have to maintain.
My hair was slicked down with a part. But that was before I discovered the blow-dryer. Now I'm fabulous.
Doesn't everyone have their hair done?
My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.
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.
single word. I know she cut his hair, but that's
hair that she often pinned back with
My hair looks like it had been purchased at a rummage sale after all the real hair was gone.
We agreed on the basic Brazilian - right after I downed a Vicodin. I don't know who thought up waxing, but it was clearly the same person who invented Vicodin. Finally, the Tuesday of my
How the fuck do you keep your hair like that? I look like a hedgehog's been humping my skull.
Body-waxing as a torture-slash-interrogation tactic is illegal under international law. FALSE. (But if the yells coming from Tina Walters's bathroom were any indication, it totally should be true.)
The Great God Om waxed wroth, or at least made a spirited attempt. There is a limit to the amount of wroth that can be waxed one inch from the ground, and he was right up against it.
My hair has been in training some time.
Her pubic hair grew like a patch of grass that had been trampled by a passing army.
It used to be all black, like my mother's. When I danced with the Lord of the Dead for the first time, he said it was beautiful, and he ran his fingers though it. All the hair turned white around them, out of jealousy. That's why I only have five black streaks left. Those are the parts he touched.
They shaved my head, eyebrows. This is not a sci-fi picture. It's not a fantasy picture. You're dealing with something that's supposed to be in reality. But we had a genius makeup artist.
It must be the body. It's chiseled out of marshmallows.
Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!
Fatima's hair, what was left of it, had pulled free of the coil into which she'd put it before striking the match. Her face was now black and shiny, as if an artist commissioned to lacquer the eyes of a statue of
My hair takes a while to get right, I use wax to get it to stand up.
shorn their heads
The emphasis was helped by the speaker's hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside.
A face that looked like it had been whittled out of driftwood.
The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.
atop his head a goofy skin cap simulating baldness and fringed with shoulder-length scraggle.
When I was a child, I had wax in my ears. Dad didn't take me to the doctor, he used me as a night light.
A man will go to war, fight and die for his country. But he won't get a bikini wax.
My eyebrows could do with a trim.
Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.
his hair gelled into badass spikes.
His body had almost no hair and his naked little circumcised johnson was nearly as pale as the rest of him, white as a boy's - perhaps over time one's genitals emerge from the pots and bubbling vats of love permanently stained, like the hands of a wool dyer.
But why do his ears stick out so oddly? Did he have his hair cut?
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Ridges of muscle on his stomach rose under his skin like divisions on a slab of chocolate. He held her close by the light of an oil lamp, and he shone as though he had been polished with a high-wax body polish.
It hurts the bald-head just as much as the thatched-head to have his hairs plucked.
looked like a toothless walnut.
I like that best as I am so hairy.Hairy-- Ben Affleck
A person who combs his hair over his bald spot, hoping no one will notice.
Don't insult the hair.
The ungrown glories of his beamy hair.
Above his olive-skinned neck a Low Dark Fade they call it at the barber's school where I go for a $4.99 haircut and an experience.
Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.
With all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.
Waxes and wanes with no predictable schedule or trigger.
Pageboy haircut, and I hadn't even bothered to, like, brush it. Furthermore,
The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.
To add to the effect, he hadn't shaved in a day or two, and a shadow of dark blond fuzz covered the bottom half of his face like a smile.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
noticed, had powdered hair that curled all
When you slick back your hair, you get a really good idea of just how melon-like your head actually is.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
I'm Italian, so I need to get someone to wax my eyebrows, but I'm not so good at keeping it up.
Alexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?
His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes
grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love
they seduced her every time ... but not tonight.
You can manicure a cat but can you caticure a man?
coltish-looking,
Under Kate's tireless and frankly intrusive instruction, my legs and underarms are shaved to perfection, my eyebrows plucked, and I am buffed all over.
Sheets of flowing raven-black hair ... all wrapped up in that saccharin sweetness you only find in church-ladies and Girl Scout moms. It was enough to make a girl sprint to the nearest shopping mall for a free makeover.
What a lot of hairy-faced men there are around nowadays.
Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.
smooth and fat as possible,
Some men look great unshaven; others just look like they forgot to shave. Beards and mustaches can be really distinctive if you go for an earthy, rock-and-roll look like the Kings of Leon or the Killers.
She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free ...
As for her hair, or rather hairs, they are too complicated to describe, but one system went down her back, lying in a thick pad there, while another, created for a lighter destiny, rippled around her forehead.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
Every woman should try a Brazilian wax once. And then the sex they have afterward will make them keep coming back!
Drop-dead freshly fucked gorgeous.
Where he'd wanted her to remain very still, she saw he'd spelled out a word with wax. Mine. She
Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;
smeared a balm over the end of it.
Eventually I knew what hair wanted; it wanted to be itself ... to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was.
...bleached by darkness
Persinette, let down your hair.
fine, dark grey strands. Like plague-flavoured candy floss, Justineau thinks.
Hair is like a corpse you wear on your head while you're alive.
Bleaching eyebrows makes me crazy.
A beard well lathered is half shaven.
They wear masks that hide how hairy they are on the inside.
His stubble was thick and not groomed. He was not a man who forgot to shave that day or had been too busy to do so for a couple. It had been weeks. Though it was not a full grown beard. I
My hair was so overprocessed that after it was shampooed, it was like a dry brillo pad. I'd almost say it was the texture of pubic hair, but pubic hair is softer and has more body.
Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.
Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.
Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk.
Don't be sharp or flat; just be natural.
I have shaved my head. My flowing locks are now quite a bit shorter.
My hair-- bob it!
Oh, I burned it with my straightener."
"You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?
It's not that bikini waxing is a foreign concept to me, but . . . I mean, I guess it kind of is. Like, it's one of those girl habits that's so far beyond me, it makes me feel like a different species. Do boys require hairless vaginas? Is this a known thing?
I turned my hair dark and have received much better parts ever since.
her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed
A change in hairstyle gives a new look.
The cut, which the merman had placed on my hip, was shimmering with a soft, almost transparent, lavender glow. Like a stained-glass window, it refracted any light that touched it into lavender shimmers.
thick negroid lips
The same sun that hardens the clay softens the wax.
Bald is the new black!
Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
"Magic?"
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.
We use Dr.Ducks Ax Wax religiously on all Danelectros before they ever leave the factory ...
I've grown this mustache which saves me from having to glue on one every day in the heat.
I'm still not sold on this waxing thing, but I'm pretty sure I won't be signing up to get a facial and a Brazilian wax from the same person anytime soon.
There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.