Giggle- I Am Pigtails!!

You Are Pigtails You are fun loving, sweet, and cute. You radiate happiness and pure joy.
Your idea of style is wearing the things you love most. And you love colorful, happy things.

At your best, you are optimistic and open hearted. You find the good in everything.
At your worst, you refuse to grow up. You are very prone to daydreaming and fantasizing. I am pigtails (giggle)- I guess that is pretty accurate! I love to be thought of as fun loving and cute and i DO love colorful, happy things! And they ARE very girly-girl...
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15 Responses Aug 1, 2010

That's why I want to be a big girl now Sweetie! I HATE it when boys pull your pigtales! Thanks for your comments Valerie! curtsy, jennifer

Hello.From the age of six to just before ten, I did have pigtails. My younger brother used to pull them & thought that they were funny. I will look out some black and white prints of from then. I wore a pigtail wig at drama but it did not prompt me to wanting them again.

But I'm a big girl now! (stamps her feet)

I think the girliest hair style is puppy ears tied with ribbon bows.

You Darling... I LOVE

Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, <br />
<br />
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,<br />
and both will defeat the darkness<br />
like twin drums beating in the forest<br />
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.<br />
<br />
Night crossing: black coal of dream<br />
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs<br />
with the punctuality of a headlong train<br />
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.<br />
<br />
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,<br />
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,<br />
with the wings of a submerged swan,<br />
<br />
So that our dream might reply<br />
to the sky's questioning stars<br />
with one key, one door closed to shadow. <br />
<br />
<br />
Pablo Neruda

You Darling,<br />
are The BEAUTY of My EYE<br />
<br />
there is NO OTHER<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Here I Love You<br />
<br />
Here I love you. <br />
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.<br />
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.<br />
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.<br />
<br />
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.<br />
A silver gull slips down from the west.<br />
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. <br />
Oh the black cross of a ship.<br />
Alone.<br />
<br />
<br />
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.<br />
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.<br />
This is a port.<br />
<br />
Here I love you.<br />
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.<br />
I love you still among these cold things.<br />
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels<br />
that cross the sea towards no arrival.<br />
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.<br />
<br />
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.<br />
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.<br />
I love what I do not have. You are so far.<br />
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.<br />
But night comes and starts to sing to me.<br />
<br />
The moon turns its clockwork dream.<br />
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.<br />
And as I love you, the pines in the wind<br />
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire. <br />
<br />
Pablo Neruda

And because love battles<br />
not only in its burning agricultures<br />
but also in the mouth of men and women,<br />
I will finish off by taking the path away<br />
to those who between my chest and your fragrance<br />
want to interpose their obscure plant.<br />
<br />
About me, nothing worse<br />
they will tell you, my love,<br />
than what I told you.<br />
<br />
I lived in the prairies<br />
before I got to know you<br />
and I did not wait love but I was<br />
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.<br />
<br />
What more can they tell you?<br />
I am neither good nor bad but a man,<br />
and they will then associate the danger<br />
of my life, which you know<br />
and which with your passion you shared.<br />
<br />
And good, this danger<br />
is danger of love, of complete love<br />
for all life,<br />
for all lives,<br />
and if this love brings us<br />
the death and the prisons,<br />
I am sure that your big eyes,<br />
as when I kiss them,<br />
will then close with pride,<br />
into double pride, love,<br />
with your pride and my pride.<br />
<br />
But to my ears they will come before<br />
to wear down the tour<br />
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,<br />
and they will say: “The one<br />
you love,<br />
is not a woman for you,<br />
Why do you love her? I think<br />
you could find one more beautiful,<br />
more serious, more deep,<br />
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,<br />
and what a head she has,<br />
and look at how she dresses,<br />
and etcetera and etcetera”.<br />
<br />
And I in these lines say:<br />
Like this I want you, love,<br />
love, Like this I love you,<br />
as you dress<br />
and how your hair lifts up<br />
and how your mouth smiles,<br />
light as the water<br />
of the spring upon the pure stones,<br />
Like this I love you, beloved.<br />
<br />
To bread I do not ask to teach me<br />
but only not to lack during every day of life.<br />
I don’t know anything about light, from where<br />
it comes nor where it goes,<br />
I only want the light to light up,<br />
I do not ask to the night<br />
explanations,<br />
I wait for it and it envelops me,<br />
And so you, bread and light<br />
And shadow are.<br />
<br />
You came to my life<br />
with what you were bringing,<br />
made<br />
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,<br />
and Like this I need you,<br />
Like this I love you,<br />
and to those who want to hear tomorrow<br />
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,<br />
and let them back off today because it is early<br />
for these arguments.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow we will only give them<br />
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf<br />
which will fall on the earth<br />
like if it had been made by our lips<br />
like a kiss which falls<br />
from our invincible heights<br />
to show the fire and the tenderness<br />
of a true love.<br />
<br />
Pablo Neruda<br />
<br />
(OBVIOUSLY Wrote for us Woman)

Thank you Demi- you are such a sweetie!

"I am pigtails (giggle)- I guess that is pretty accurate! I love to be thought of as fun loving and cute and i DO love colorful, happy things! And they ARE very girly-girl... "<br />
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Sweetie- I would never leave you out of a group hug! Thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend! Many hugs and kisses my sweet Giggles!! love, Jenni

**tugs at your pigtail** Hey!! I'm down here :) I didn't want to get left out of that group hug cause I just love you my friend. You brighten up my days with your loving gestures and sweet messages. Big hugs and many blessings to you, Sweetie!!

Oh you girls are all picking on me in my pigtails and pulling on them (blush)! And Luv, Kindy, Rana- how could anyone ask for three more beautiful friends! I feel like giving a giant group hug to you all! Thank you for being so wonderful and understanding, you sweet, caring, beautiful women! And Kindy, I like the part about being dressed in pink and lace and wearing 6" stilettos! Much love to you Sweeties!! Jenni

This sounds just like you, Jenni! lol *Hugs*

Oh, you just make me blush when you call me a girly-girl! You know how much I am a girl inside and I so love you for being so understanding and let me be the feminine girl I have ALWAYS wanted to be! Thank you for your sweet comments! kisses, Jenni