”Yes, that is how I would describe it: female.”
”What do you mean by that? Does it look dependent, as though it needs help opening doors?”
”Not at all, she is very feisty and obviously caring for the young. We saw her around the nest before the eggs hatched and now she is taking care of them, making sure they survive.”
”The female crocodile lays the eggs and then pisses off. The male is the one who looks after the nest until the eggs hatch. I would describe it as mean and brutal to everything except the hatchlings.”
the most beautiful form on the planet. the most artistically appreciated. it does one good to remember that female dogs or elephants do not attract us in such a way. which i take as proof that they are nothing special.
the human female form is the most glorious form on the planet, and most artistically appreciated. it does good to remember that female beasts are not attractive, and our attraction is purely engrained in us. which is why we put up with crazy.
Reading over the old words, unwanted memories flash into my brain, alighting us like it was just yesterday. But it could never work. We were never going to date, and without that, I was just the girl who cared too much for you. Our balance wasn’t equal. I know you cared. It just wasn’t enough.
She sat in her room quietly, Thinking, Telling herself over and over again “I’m not good enough and I will never be. No one loves me, no one cares about me, and that won’t ever change. If I left no one would notice and nothing would change.” Her thoughts consumed her Like a monster from deep within.
What was I?
I knew who I was. I was smart, I was the funny one in my groups of friends, I had a bit of a temper, I love romantic movies and hate marshmallows.
But… what was I?
in the other half of man, I stand in a pair, and see what comes to compare myself to him, and yet though he is I, we are but water and sand, and I am a flowing current what come what come what may, and how I will love you until my dying day.
He had been told of a new adventurer in town, and couldn’t help but sneak out of his mother’s domain and head to the Candy Kingdom just to see what the fuss was all about. This new “adventurer” that moved into the area was supposed to be the best, even though the kid was only thirteen. The Flame Prince strongly doubted this, since he was himself was only thirteen. No one could be stronger than a prince at such a young age, right? He was trained for this after all! It was what he lived his life for! There had also been a rumor that this adventurer was human. There was no way this could be true.
Watching the kid fight, though, was another matter entirely. The Flame Prince had happened upon the neighboring Kingdom in a time of need, and the adventurer had risen to help the troubled land. Within moments of the Flame Prince’s arrival, the adventurer had defeated the horrid monster attacking the town and saved the kingdom.
The Flame Prince approached the group almost casually before approaching.
“Oh, Flame Prince! Welcome to the Candy Kingdom! What brings you here?” Prince Gumball had spotted him first. On the arrival of the visitor, however, the adventurer turned around to face him. The Flame Prince froze in shock when he saw the other’s face. His face turned a bright red through his flames as three features jumped out at him.
1) The rumors were true; This kid was definitely human
Females are the very essence of love. We create life and we care for other beings as if they were our own.
Sometimes I only feel like a woman when I menstruate, but other times I can feel my femininity beating in my heart. I wouldn’t want to be a man. There is no other fulfilling thing than being a woman with so much compassion and intelligence that it literally offends men.
Females are the most beautiful creatures on the planet. Most males see us as bodies fro breeding and using for their own pleasure, and not as human being with feelings. Females bleed and females create.
Every time i see pne i makes me feel good. I think that they’re the best living eings god (if there is onr) couldve made. Well actually the best human being in the planet. I do not imagine a world without them. How could humanity even exist without them?
what does it mean to be female? vulnerable, because we are physically weaker. likely, we become mothers, take care of our children and love them. but there is also a quiet strength, unrivalled by anything else.
I’m a female and I often hate it. so many expectations of us, to be pretty, to be thin, to be perfect, to be great cooks and housekeepers and perfect for our men. it’s too much pressure and stress. i usually hate being a woman. thing is, i wouldn’t want to be a man either. stereotypes suck.
I am female, hear me roar. Being a female is a pain in the ass but I would’nt have it any other way. I mean, men can’t give birth, the miricle of life. Talk about a let down, right?
changes spurt from my self
everything breaking and changing
breasts and hair
growing
who am i now,
that i am not who i was?
who am i today,
different than yesterday?
now, as it happens, i know females, they are quite numerous around these parts. I spend many hours thinking about them. And they, of course, spend just as much time thinking about me, I’m sure. I can’t get into the head of a female. It’s awfully unusual in there, really. The only one who understands a female is another female. It is a secret code they only know
I don’t know where I got it, wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a male or female, and had no idea what it’s name was. I did know, however, that it was creepy as hell and I wanted it out of my house. I threw it in the giveaway bag and closed it up. Walking outside to the car, I felt the bag start to shake.
I am one. I should have a lot to say on this subject but I don’t. I was never taught to expect men to open the door, I never wanted anyone to treat me like one. I just wanted to be a human. That was until I met you, then I couldn’t stop reminding myself that you were male seeking a female.
in other words females are girls, women, ladies, ninas and other names. females tend to get into more verbal fights and physical fights, females are awesome and pretty and they are cool, so love all
the female species is a beautiful thing, born of man, and of herself. She glides through the world with uncommon grace, except that she is common, as many are. Her wistful ways give strength to others, and plant weakness and competition in the minds of her desirers. Enough of her is barely enough. Too much time spent.
I am female. Everyone seems to see that as a problem. Something to be ashamed of. Or excited about. Or something. Anything. They want me to make a sandwich. They want me to defend myself from society. They think I’m unhappy with their treatment of me or with my life. I’m not. I’m perfectly content. I know I can do what I want, when I want to. And tell everyone else to stop meddling with my life. I’ll live it how I want, and they can go find a cliff to jump off of.
I’ve already writen about this word twice but I guess I can write about it again. It would prabably be intresting to see what female meant to a women compared to a man. She hit him a ten cent pistol. Black keys. My minds so wierd
Female, like a feline. We’re cunning, crafty, witty, slinky. A female is an object – one of power, and one of innocence. We female’s are strong, and weak. We are put down, and we are upheld. We are female.
She’s tall and young, beautiful in her own way. What she doesn’t know about herself is that she is amazing in all the ways that her mother wished she could’ve been. She doesn’t know what others think about her because she never cared enough to ask.
she is the epitome of a female. her soft, pink lips. flushed cheeks that glow under the lights. when i look at her i see everything that i have ever wanted and will ever want. i love her and i will for always.
When you come to knob hill millions will be waiting to cheer you, But you didn’t plan on being so reprehensible to crowds Could it be your long black hair or your long black coat that fell in lengths and trickled down the mountainside
”Yes, that is how I would describe it: female.”
”What do you mean by that? Does it look dependent, as though it needs help opening doors?”
”Not at all, she is very feisty and obviously caring for the young. We saw her around the nest before the eggs hatched and now she is taking care of them, making sure they survive.”
”The female crocodile lays the eggs and then pisses off. The male is the one who looks after the nest until the eggs hatch. I would describe it as mean and brutal to everything except the hatchlings.”
the most beautiful form on the planet. the most artistically appreciated. it does one good to remember that female dogs or elephants do not attract us in such a way. which i take as proof that they are nothing special.
Women, long, graceful legs, the opposite of masculine- feminine right? beautiful, lovely, difficult and strange. Friends, family, love.
the human female form is the most glorious form on the planet, and most artistically appreciated. it does good to remember that female beasts are not attractive, and our attraction is purely engrained in us. which is why we put up with crazy.
Reading over the old words, unwanted memories flash into my brain, alighting us like it was just yesterday. But it could never work. We were never going to date, and without that, I was just the girl who cared too much for you. Our balance wasn’t equal. I know you cared. It just wasn’t enough.
And after all this time, it’s okay.
one of the two main sex of humans. beauty of the world. queen of homes n hearts.
She sat in her room quietly, Thinking, Telling herself over and over again “I’m not good enough and I will never be. No one loves me, no one cares about me, and that won’t ever change. If I left no one would notice and nothing would change.” Her thoughts consumed her Like a monster from deep within.
What was I?
I knew who I was. I was smart, I was the funny one in my groups of friends, I had a bit of a temper, I love romantic movies and hate marshmallows.
But… what was I?
in the other half of man, I stand in a pair, and see what comes to compare myself to him, and yet though he is I, we are but water and sand, and I am a flowing current what come what come what may, and how I will love you until my dying day.
complex. important. strong. moms, sisters, lovers and a big part of life. Without a female to conceive, we wouldn’t be here.
He had been told of a new adventurer in town, and couldn’t help but sneak out of his mother’s domain and head to the Candy Kingdom just to see what the fuss was all about. This new “adventurer” that moved into the area was supposed to be the best, even though the kid was only thirteen. The Flame Prince strongly doubted this, since he was himself was only thirteen. No one could be stronger than a prince at such a young age, right? He was trained for this after all! It was what he lived his life for! There had also been a rumor that this adventurer was human. There was no way this could be true.
Watching the kid fight, though, was another matter entirely. The Flame Prince had happened upon the neighboring Kingdom in a time of need, and the adventurer had risen to help the troubled land. Within moments of the Flame Prince’s arrival, the adventurer had defeated the horrid monster attacking the town and saved the kingdom.
The Flame Prince approached the group almost casually before approaching.
“Oh, Flame Prince! Welcome to the Candy Kingdom! What brings you here?” Prince Gumball had spotted him first. On the arrival of the visitor, however, the adventurer turned around to face him. The Flame Prince froze in shock when he saw the other’s face. His face turned a bright red through his flames as three features jumped out at him.
1) The rumors were true; This kid was definitely human
2) The human was a girl.
3) She was totally and completely adorable.
Females are the very essence of love. We create life and we care for other beings as if they were our own.
Sometimes I only feel like a woman when I menstruate, but other times I can feel my femininity beating in my heart. I wouldn’t want to be a man. There is no other fulfilling thing than being a woman with so much compassion and intelligence that it literally offends men.
Females are the most beautiful creatures on the planet. Most males see us as bodies fro breeding and using for their own pleasure, and not as human being with feelings. Females bleed and females create.
It’s depressing how girls are nowadays.
No respect and no confidence.
Look at yourself! Love yourself! BE YOURSELF!
Don’t care about others and love who you are!
You’re the best.
I wish someone would send me a female for a change, rather than an email.
a person who should be loved . needs to be called beautiful for self esteem should be called gorgeous not hot should be loved not cheated on
Every time i see pne i makes me feel good. I think that they’re the best living eings god (if there is onr) couldve made. Well actually the best human being in the planet. I do not imagine a world without them. How could humanity even exist without them?
what does it mean to be female? vulnerable, because we are physically weaker. likely, we become mothers, take care of our children and love them. but there is also a quiet strength, unrivalled by anything else.
I’m a female and I often hate it. so many expectations of us, to be pretty, to be thin, to be perfect, to be great cooks and housekeepers and perfect for our men. it’s too much pressure and stress. i usually hate being a woman. thing is, i wouldn’t want to be a man either. stereotypes suck.
I am female, hear me roar. Being a female is a pain in the ass but I would’nt have it any other way. I mean, men can’t give birth, the miricle of life. Talk about a let down, right?
female is the human specie who for long have considered below than average citizens and been discriminated against.
Oh wholly word. Holy word. Female is the giver of life. The bearer and the redeemer. The builder of community.
This year I’ll turn 18, I’ll start college, I’ll move away from home, maybe I’ll even find myself and God- I’ve never welcomed death so much.
-Female.
changes spurt from my self
everything breaking and changing
breasts and hair
growing
who am i now,
that i am not who i was?
who am i today,
different than yesterday?
now, as it happens, i know females, they are quite numerous around these parts. I spend many hours thinking about them. And they, of course, spend just as much time thinking about me, I’m sure. I can’t get into the head of a female. It’s awfully unusual in there, really. The only one who understands a female is another female. It is a secret code they only know
I don’t know where I got it, wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a male or female, and had no idea what it’s name was. I did know, however, that it was creepy as hell and I wanted it out of my house. I threw it in the giveaway bag and closed it up. Walking outside to the car, I felt the bag start to shake.
I am one. I should have a lot to say on this subject but I don’t. I was never taught to expect men to open the door, I never wanted anyone to treat me like one. I just wanted to be a human. That was until I met you, then I couldn’t stop reminding myself that you were male seeking a female.
male
she
her
girlfriend
boyfriend
period
marry
wife
fiancé
romance
male or female;
black or white;
good or bad;
i want my new year’s kiss tonight!!
in other words females are girls, women, ladies, ninas and other names. females tend to get into more verbal fights and physical fights, females are awesome and pretty and they are cool, so love all
the female species is a beautiful thing, born of man, and of herself. She glides through the world with uncommon grace, except that she is common, as many are. Her wistful ways give strength to others, and plant weakness and competition in the minds of her desirers. Enough of her is barely enough. Too much time spent.
she has told me that
she has given
her life
to be where
she is
he told me this again after
he first did, and how much happier
his life had become after
he gave a false image of herself up
I am female. Everyone seems to see that as a problem. Something to be ashamed of. Or excited about. Or something. Anything. They want me to make a sandwich. They want me to defend myself from society. They think I’m unhappy with their treatment of me or with my life. I’m not. I’m perfectly content. I know I can do what I want, when I want to. And tell everyone else to stop meddling with my life. I’ll live it how I want, and they can go find a cliff to jump off of.
I’ve already writen about this word twice but I guess I can write about it again. It would prabably be intresting to see what female meant to a women compared to a man. She hit him a ten cent pistol. Black keys. My minds so wierd
the only sexually stimulating thing to me in this world. smarter then my group…the males. vagina walker.
Powerful
Deadly
Potential
Dangerous
Graceful
Beautiful
Female, like a feline. We’re cunning, crafty, witty, slinky. A female is an object – one of power, and one of innocence. We female’s are strong, and weak. We are put down, and we are upheld. We are female.
She’s tall and young, beautiful in her own way. What she doesn’t know about herself is that she is amazing in all the ways that her mother wished she could’ve been. She doesn’t know what others think about her because she never cared enough to ask.
she is the epitome of a female. her soft, pink lips. flushed cheeks that glow under the lights. when i look at her i see everything that i have ever wanted and will ever want. i love her and i will for always.
When you come to knob hill millions will be waiting to cheer you, But you didn’t plan on being so reprehensible to crowds Could it be your long black hair or your long black coat that fell in lengths and trickled down the mountainside