Cubby Henderson stood at his easel, among the sea of easels in the studio. The other students were studiously scratching away at their pads, yet Cubby stood motionless, holding his charcoal poised, staring at the nude figure standing in the middle of the room. She had jet black long flowing hair, the shadows splashing across her pallid skin crisply etched by the hard light. Her slightly paunched tummy was cradled by shadow, and the darkened, hairy patch of her pubus balanced her ample, Rubenesque buttocks. The professor stood by her and said, “now, class — remember to draw not what you know is there, but what you see.” Cubby Henderson raised his hand and asked, “How do I draw all those rainbow colors if we’re all using just charcoal, and have you ever really looked at your hand? I mean, *really* looked at your hand?
A half dozen shadows dance across the ceiling and walls, as headlights from a passing car shine dimly through the bedroom window. Mixed in among the smattering of tree branches is well.. something else. A man? No, that isn’t quite right. Or is it. Sometimes, you just never know.. is it a trick of the eye or something more?
Ive figured out what i’m supposed to do in life. Not try and make an image for myself, but to do the things I want to do for myself, and only myself. It’s time for me
i figure that everything makes sense at one point. that most things aren’t irrational but significant to someone for some reason. I can;t figure out every reason i can’t choose whether or not i am right about most things. but what i can figure out, is my life in a nutshell. That all i need is here with me, and im greatful and pleased to be embraced by people and music.
She pressed herself against the wall, becoming another shadowy figure of the night. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, she could truly will herself to invisibility. Or maybe she would just leave behind her heavy body entirely and float above this sea of strangers.
But then a passing someone bumped her shoulder and knocked her back to reality.
figure this out. why do people care about inconsequential bull? what’s the big deal? does it effect your life in some way? are you making a difference? NO. so stop the violence and the insults and do something productive.
i figure you would understand. you should figure out life. figure out what it means. figure out what you mean. figure out who you are. figure out what you are supposed to do. figure it out! figure out the equation. figure out the problem. solve it. figure it out. find it. find the key. find it.
I figure that things will work out okay in the end. I know it’s been months since I’ve seen you. I know that the last time I did see you, you threw the flowers I bought you out the window and they were run over by a big black semi truck. I know. I know you said you’d never look me in the eyes again. But you’re min’re mione. And one day you’re going to know that. So I gifure it’s ogin to be okayle. And I figure one day you’ll know that, too.
figures. he fell in love.
figures. he said we’re forever.
figures. he drifted.
figures. he left me.
figures. i lost him.
figures. i cant stand to see him now.
figures. i miss him.
figures. he doesnt care.
Why is the word consistently “figure”? Can’t I write about something else? I’m still thinking of money and women… nothing has changed. Now all I can think of is food. I guess my mind is getting away from the topic even though it’s been shown to me 3 times in a row.
I have a figure everyone does, I don’t really like mine, but then again you will rarely find a girl that can’t point out at least five things wrong with her. Does that mean every woman on the planet suffers from BDD? Because if that’s the case the it isn’t a disorder anymore just normality.
i am just an ordinary figure, nothing special. i need to make my life count as something special and unique, i need to make it worth it :) every time i watch other people i think in ways to motivate myself and become someone better.
The figure in front of me. What is it exactly? Well, i can make it out to be whatever i want it to be. The world and the objects that “Exist” (if you choose them to exist) can be whatever i want to be. Because this is my brain and my eyes. Nobody can tell me i am wrong. Wh would they think they are to tell me i am wrong when if i want, i can be 100 percent sure.
Tall. Slender. Perfect. Beautiful. The graceful martyr was uncanny. It was pure. She was a vixen — golden and black, fallen from heaven. She was unearthly. Flawless. What was she? A figure. Just a figure. Nothing but a figure.
Figure out what happened then go and fix it otherwise you’ll be left without a clue. ignorant and sad that you never knew what be. hopefully you will get that chance again. life doesn’t stop you shouldn’t either.
I trace your figure across the lines and curves with my fingertips. It burns like a scrape and I’m skating through the lines making eights and loops as you loop endlessly in my head. I’m always thinking about you these days. You talk to her figure, fitting in with her lines but you just awkwardly stand next to mine and I’m jealous; hopelessly jealous of her hand that unbuttons your heart from your sleeve and keeps it.
I try to figure out who I am…who you are…who they are but I can’t because no one can figure us out. We, humans, are just lost causes, confusing and complicated. Animals are so much easier to understand…they have so few emotions to display: hunger, exhaustion, excitement, contentment, and angry. And a dog would never lie about how they feel. They have no reason to. A human will lie and pretend…Spot or Patches or Polly won’t.
beauty. drawing the outline of her natural curves. her love handles. her feet. her breasts. everything she hates. everything you adore. the darkness sets in. beauty in its most natural form. woman.
figure out what I am supposed to do with my life. Am I doing it right? rent not buy, my car, my job, my dog. I have to stop and reprimand him again. It’s really yelling but I feel better about saying yelling. He’s been puling apart the overpriced and ugly carped. I need to figure out what to do. I don’
You figure a lot of things in life… like an assumption. You assume you know someone. You think someone loves you. You figure that they are a good enough person to tell the truth…. Never just figure. Everyone lies.
what a women is judged on her whole life. it is horrible some people will starve themselves and have there health go down the pooper to have what they think is the perf
it describes the shape of something. it can also be a shape or shadow, particularly in the darkness. figure it out. another term that is often used for this word. its part of the word figurine.
Most people figure that all you are is your figure , but we are so much more then just our outside looks . Our outside looks usually hide who we really are.I hope someday people will not just figure are figure is what makes us who we really are and people will be judged on who they really are and the things that make them , them. That we will stop feeling less then and basing our self worth on what we do or do not look like. we will embrace ourselves as a whole. we will always feel good about ourselves if we just don”t think that we are just our body’s .That all our worth is not based just on our looks. We finally learn we are so much more.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
I am staring at the figured bass line in front of me. The dreaded ‘click’ sounds in my headphones, meaning the professor is now listening to MY keyboard. And I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Sharp… Diminished seventh chord?”
“We’re in a major key.”
Figure. Why should I figure it out when there’s nothing here. Nothing but emptiness. Would you figure a child to be so forlorn or just a teenager who has nothing to live for? Am I even human? No, I can’t be. I don’t feel the way the media tells me to. I don’t feel at all. Figure that out now, will you?
I can’t figure out how in the world to write about this word. It could mean so many things. A number, a thought, a body. Anything. 27 is my favorite figure. So is Jennifer Aniston. Just in case you were wondering. And I figure that’s okay. Yeah.
There was a figure eight on the window, the clear markings evident against the foggy glass. She rested her head on my shoulder, following my gaze to the slightly askew number.
It’s an eight. I murmured.
She smiles against my skin.
It’s infinity, she replies, leaning across me and drawing another one upon the glass.
Madeline looked at her figure in the mirror and sighed. She was saddened by her appearance; she missed her fading youth. The person she saw in her reflection couldn’t possibly be her. This was an old woman with wrinkled skin and an expanding waistline.
The lonely dark figure moved slowly. It appeared to be a man. He walked slumped over, almost as if he had a hump back. I was turning around and stopped dead in my tracks.
i wish i cuoud figure skate! ya figure. Um i fifure we’re never ever gonna be best friends again because we cant even look at each other now :( you know how sad that makes me?????? hahah awwwwwww its sooo sad AND i miss you. I fiuere, you dont miss me because youre not doing anything bout it :( oh well?
Will I ever stop obsessing about my figure?
Will my body ever be good enough for anyone?
Will it ever be good enough for me?
I don’t think the issue is really about my body.
I think I just need something to obsess over.
I’ve only ever just wanted to be enough.
Skinny enough.
Pretty enough.
Good enough.
Good enough for who?
the elegant, graced figure sauntered past Heather and into the adjacent room. Heather laughed despite herself; in all that had transpired, Luna still managed to hold on to that coquettish and haughty attitude she always seemed to sport. Well, I won’t let her get to me, Heather decided. Then she stormed out of the room, with a newfound pride and determination set so deep, only the wrath of God could tear it from her.
I figure means I think. When I figure I am trying to solve something. I figure is also slang.
Cubby Henderson stood at his easel, among the sea of easels in the studio. The other students were studiously scratching away at their pads, yet Cubby stood motionless, holding his charcoal poised, staring at the nude figure standing in the middle of the room. She had jet black long flowing hair, the shadows splashing across her pallid skin crisply etched by the hard light. Her slightly paunched tummy was cradled by shadow, and the darkened, hairy patch of her pubus balanced her ample, Rubenesque buttocks. The professor stood by her and said, “now, class — remember to draw not what you know is there, but what you see.” Cubby Henderson raised his hand and asked, “How do I draw all those rainbow colors if we’re all using just charcoal, and have you ever really looked at your hand? I mean, *really* looked at your hand?
A half dozen shadows dance across the ceiling and walls, as headlights from a passing car shine dimly through the bedroom window. Mixed in among the smattering of tree branches is well.. something else. A man? No, that isn’t quite right. Or is it. Sometimes, you just never know.. is it a trick of the eye or something more?
Ive figured out what i’m supposed to do in life. Not try and make an image for myself, but to do the things I want to do for myself, and only myself. It’s time for me
i figure that everything makes sense at one point. that most things aren’t irrational but significant to someone for some reason. I can;t figure out every reason i can’t choose whether or not i am right about most things. but what i can figure out, is my life in a nutshell. That all i need is here with me, and im greatful and pleased to be embraced by people and music.
i hate everything about mine.
i always have.
ever since i could remember.
i would trade it,
but i’m too afraid.
i’m too set in my ways
to ever change.
She pressed herself against the wall, becoming another shadowy figure of the night. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, she could truly will herself to invisibility. Or maybe she would just leave behind her heavy body entirely and float above this sea of strangers.
But then a passing someone bumped her shoulder and knocked her back to reality.
figure this out. why do people care about inconsequential bull? what’s the big deal? does it effect your life in some way? are you making a difference? NO. so stop the violence and the insults and do something productive.
i figure you would understand. you should figure out life. figure out what it means. figure out what you mean. figure out who you are. figure out what you are supposed to do. figure it out! figure out the equation. figure out the problem. solve it. figure it out. find it. find the key. find it.
I figure that things will work out okay in the end. I know it’s been months since I’ve seen you. I know that the last time I did see you, you threw the flowers I bought you out the window and they were run over by a big black semi truck. I know. I know you said you’d never look me in the eyes again. But you’re min’re mione. And one day you’re going to know that. So I gifure it’s ogin to be okayle. And I figure one day you’ll know that, too.
figures. he fell in love.
figures. he said we’re forever.
figures. he drifted.
figures. he left me.
figures. i lost him.
figures. i cant stand to see him now.
figures. i miss him.
figures. he doesnt care.
Why is the word consistently “figure”? Can’t I write about something else? I’m still thinking of money and women… nothing has changed. Now all I can think of is food. I guess my mind is getting away from the topic even though it’s been shown to me 3 times in a row.
I have a figure everyone does, I don’t really like mine, but then again you will rarely find a girl that can’t point out at least five things wrong with her. Does that mean every woman on the planet suffers from BDD? Because if that’s the case the it isn’t a disorder anymore just normality.
i am just an ordinary figure, nothing special. i need to make my life count as something special and unique, i need to make it worth it :) every time i watch other people i think in ways to motivate myself and become someone better.
The figure in front of me. What is it exactly? Well, i can make it out to be whatever i want it to be. The world and the objects that “Exist” (if you choose them to exist) can be whatever i want to be. Because this is my brain and my eyes. Nobody can tell me i am wrong. Wh would they think they are to tell me i am wrong when if i want, i can be 100 percent sure.
Tall. Slender. Perfect. Beautiful. The graceful martyr was uncanny. It was pure. She was a vixen — golden and black, fallen from heaven. She was unearthly. Flawless. What was she? A figure. Just a figure. Nothing but a figure.
Figure out what happened then go and fix it otherwise you’ll be left without a clue. ignorant and sad that you never knew what be. hopefully you will get that chance again. life doesn’t stop you shouldn’t either.
I trace your figure across the lines and curves with my fingertips. It burns like a scrape and I’m skating through the lines making eights and loops as you loop endlessly in my head. I’m always thinking about you these days. You talk to her figure, fitting in with her lines but you just awkwardly stand next to mine and I’m jealous; hopelessly jealous of her hand that unbuttons your heart from your sleeve and keeps it.
I try to figure out who I am…who you are…who they are but I can’t because no one can figure us out. We, humans, are just lost causes, confusing and complicated. Animals are so much easier to understand…they have so few emotions to display: hunger, exhaustion, excitement, contentment, and angry. And a dog would never lie about how they feel. They have no reason to. A human will lie and pretend…Spot or Patches or Polly won’t.
beauty. drawing the outline of her natural curves. her love handles. her feet. her breasts. everything she hates. everything you adore. the darkness sets in. beauty in its most natural form. woman.
figure out what I am supposed to do with my life. Am I doing it right? rent not buy, my car, my job, my dog. I have to stop and reprimand him again. It’s really yelling but I feel better about saying yelling. He’s been puling apart the overpriced and ugly carped. I need to figure out what to do. I don’
shape shadow in the distance dark across the plain same
You figure a lot of things in life… like an assumption. You assume you know someone. You think someone loves you. You figure that they are a good enough person to tell the truth…. Never just figure. Everyone lies.
what a women is judged on her whole life. it is horrible some people will starve themselves and have there health go down the pooper to have what they think is the perf
it describes the shape of something. it can also be a shape or shadow, particularly in the darkness. figure it out. another term that is often used for this word. its part of the word figurine.
Most people figure that all you are is your figure , but we are so much more then just our outside looks . Our outside looks usually hide who we really are.I hope someday people will not just figure are figure is what makes us who we really are and people will be judged on who they really are and the things that make them , them. That we will stop feeling less then and basing our self worth on what we do or do not look like. we will embrace ourselves as a whole. we will always feel good about ourselves if we just don”t think that we are just our body’s .That all our worth is not based just on our looks. We finally learn we are so much more.
She was told to watch her figure. These things don’t last they said but the warm chocolate cake was delicious.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
They began to figure something was wrong.
“Brad!…Hey, Brad!…what’s going on?
I am staring at the figured bass line in front of me. The dreaded ‘click’ sounds in my headphones, meaning the professor is now listening to MY keyboard. And I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Sharp… Diminished seventh chord?”
“We’re in a major key.”
…
Fuck.
Figure. Why should I figure it out when there’s nothing here. Nothing but emptiness. Would you figure a child to be so forlorn or just a teenager who has nothing to live for? Am I even human? No, I can’t be. I don’t feel the way the media tells me to. I don’t feel at all. Figure that out now, will you?
I can’t figure out how in the world to write about this word. It could mean so many things. A number, a thought, a body. Anything. 27 is my favorite figure. So is Jennifer Aniston. Just in case you were wondering. And I figure that’s okay. Yeah.
There was a figure eight on the window, the clear markings evident against the foggy glass. She rested her head on my shoulder, following my gaze to the slightly askew number.
It’s an eight. I murmured.
She smiles against my skin.
It’s infinity, she replies, leaning across me and drawing another one upon the glass.
Rarely does a figure stop me in my tracks. The shape of a homeless man. The swing of a woman’s hips. However, today, the price of gas floored me.
Madeline looked at her figure in the mirror and sighed. She was saddened by her appearance; she missed her fading youth. The person she saw in her reflection couldn’t possibly be her. This was an old woman with wrinkled skin and an expanding waistline.
The lonely dark figure moved slowly. It appeared to be a man. He walked slumped over, almost as if he had a hump back. I was turning around and stopped dead in my tracks.
i wish i cuoud figure skate! ya figure. Um i fifure we’re never ever gonna be best friends again because we cant even look at each other now :( you know how sad that makes me?????? hahah awwwwwww its sooo sad AND i miss you. I fiuere, you dont miss me because youre not doing anything bout it :( oh well?
“Figures don’t matter. It’s your heart that does…” Wrong. It’s what we tell ourselves, but it’s wrong.
Will I ever stop obsessing about my figure?
Will my body ever be good enough for anyone?
Will it ever be good enough for me?
I don’t think the issue is really about my body.
I think I just need something to obsess over.
I’ve only ever just wanted to be enough.
Skinny enough.
Pretty enough.
Good enough.
Good enough for who?
the elegant, graced figure sauntered past Heather and into the adjacent room. Heather laughed despite herself; in all that had transpired, Luna still managed to hold on to that coquettish and haughty attitude she always seemed to sport. Well, I won’t let her get to me, Heather decided. Then she stormed out of the room, with a newfound pride and determination set so deep, only the wrath of God could tear it from her.
the figure of a woman
like no other
formed from man
yet a creature all its own
the flesh and curve
riding
smooth senses
and c