I’ll see a cat and instinctively start petting the hair on my back.
My hair is too fine to bleach. I get so much breakage, it’s not worth it to dye it.
I’ve seen knives pierce the chest,Children dying in the roadCrawling things hooked and baited,Rapists bound and then castrated,Villains singed in public square.Yet none these sights did make me cringeLike when my Love cut all her hair.
Nowadays, they have more trouble packing hair dryers than baseball equipment.
Perhaps [he had] persevered for too long, in the face of too many obstacles, his hair proof of his tenacity – the stark black streaked with white or, in certain light, stark white shot through with black, each strand of white attributable to the jungle fever (so cold it burned, his skin glacial), each strand...
I feel… sexier, I think, with short hair. I feel like an alien!
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.
I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.
How do you know if someone loves herself? No hairstyle, religion, or ethnicity has ownership of self-love or a greater propensity toward self-hatred. The best way to tell if a woman loves herself is by how she treats herself and others. She makes self-loving choices.
I found a hair in my Campbell’s soup, and I’d love to talk to them about advancement opportunities for bald people. My love is as bald as an eagle, only not symbolic of the largest prison system in history. Freedom Soup sounds like a good name for frozen stew in popsicle format.
Guys who know how to use a blowdryer… Their hair is too long!
I used to live in a gap jumper, tracksuit bottoms and a fake flower in my hair. Shocking.
A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.
Then a soft air, a simple melody, rose to the ears of the suddenly hushed court; and for me, it was May Day again, and I was no longer cold, for the sun burned bright and the grass smelled of its sour-sweet bruisings and an old man fashioned a ballad for the Nut-Brown maid, who...
Great CEOs are not just born with shiny hair and a tie.
I’m someone that never likes to overpower the girls in hair and makeup.
I’m not really into makeup, not really into fuffing with hair and stuff.
Apesar de eu não saber ler, distinguia bem entre as letras hebraicas, impressas no lado esquerdo do devocionário, e as alemãs, no lado direito. As hebraicas agradavam-me mais: vistosas, arredondadas, levavam, por cima e por baixo, pontinhos e tracinhos, dançavam, por assim dizer, livremente no espaço, enquanto as alemãs, impressas a duas colunas, eram magrinhas,...