#hair

OK. Yoga position 99. Relax and tune into your inner self, trying hard to forget that your outer self is stark naked! ↗

— Nicholas Reardon

#hair #manga #reardon #ya #love

Who cuts hair, while she is heart broken. Is it just me"? ↗

— Escapades

#heartbroken #love #women-s-liberation #love

Love is like a blanket: it will keep you warm, but it might also suffocate you. Also, it's probably covered with cat hair--love, I mean. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cat-hair #cats #love #suffocation #love

I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it. "You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it. "Yeah" "Why?" I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on its own. "It's like...angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably. He caught my wrist. "Most people would say that suits me." "I'm not most people." "I know. ↗

— Karen Chance

#cassie-palmer #pritkin #imagination

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #hair #love #memories #poetry-quotes

As he’d slept one night, suffering from some nightmare, she’d gazed down at him with tenderness. Her chest had ached with feeling for him—as his continued to do for her. She’d smoothed hair from his brow, soothing him with soft words. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#iad #kresley-cole #lothaire #love #love

He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #funny #hair #ilona-andrews #the-edge

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#tumbling-hair #bullying

He wiped his face with his handkerchief, for he was quite warm from the exertion of being Chairman of the World. It had taken more running and leaping and sliding than he had imagined. ↗

— E.B. White

#imagination

There's a reason why forty, fifty, and sixty don't look the way they used to, and it's not because of feminism, or better living through exercise. It's because of hair dye. In the 1950's only 7 percent of American women dyed their hair; today there are parts of Manhattan and Los Angeles where there are no gray-haired women at all. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#humor #women #humor