soft, warm tactile sensations smooth rough fingers find their way to sensational pleasure
NWartist
Texture may be rough or velvety or silky. This would depend upon the fabric used. Texture in literature is a whole different ball game.
Jessica
the feel of something. texture. Its important. I’m not going to buy a shirt if its rough feeling. TEXTURE!
karah
Texture of this day looked very bright and healthy. Sun was shining and the birds were singing with all their might. I was astonished to see this beauty of nature enjoying themselves so much. I am glad that I am given the chance to talk about the texture and I really feel exhilirated.
Talha
Texture is soft and fluffy or hard and smooth. Texture is the way something feels on your hand when you touch it. It could also be the way food feels in your mouth. Ew. THAT’S gross. Anyway, texture I guess could also be the act of texting. If you want to be a hippie about it. I’m hungry. My favorite textures for clothes are nice thick fabric like my pantsuit from The Limited.
Amie
Ah, texture. I already know I play this game differently. Others will include texture in a storyline. I muse on the word. Burlap, peaches, silk all the things you love or hate to touch. Silk, yes. Peaches–make me want to vomit. Seriously. But textures make art so much more appealing. And fabric.
Anonymous
The texture of the carpet beneath my toes as I walk to the closet and slip into my pajamas, warm flannel and cotton against my skin. I climb into bed and the sheets are cool and smooth but will soon warm up while I cuddle and fall into sleep.
Ty
I am mad at choosing clothes for my upcoming meetings. To select a good suit is not an easy task. However, I am really interested, as I feel being more sophisticated.
KAP
i love the texture of the pencil. as it sits in your hand and draws over the page. I love the feeling of the led run the words you think the communicate to a page. The feeling the texture and the notice of the wood.
Andrew
The texture of the oriental rug under my feet made me long to go back. Back to my roots. I miss the smells, the hustle and bustle of crowded Indian streets.
Iris
the texture of the snow is always the most unpleasant variation of cat tongue.
Anonymous
“Incredible. The texture.”
“Why’d you call it ”texture’? How can a wormhole have a texture?”
I looked at the guy with the curly silver hair as he prodded the control pannel.
“It’s the feeling that i get when i go through one. It’s got a texture. You’ll see.”
And then, a moment later, i knew exactly what he was talking about.
Corkie
This world has so many textures. So many thoughts and feelings. I wonder when I’ll falll into a texture I’ll like. I want to fall into the texture of loving arms keeping me warm during a winter night
Anonymous
The texture of a thousand elephants reminds me of the sight of countless mongolians. Charging over the hill under the banner of Ghengis Khan, their fur pelt gilets could repel snow but hardly keep them warm against the icy war.
Catya
fashion. clothes. material… i want to invent a new shirt, one with built in gloves. im buying the material tomorrow :)
it shall be mine… it shall be mine
sophieeee
What is this i have become to be preoccupied by such petty concepts such as color, appearence, past or future.
August
when there’s a complex texture layered onto something simple, we often fail to recognize to see that which is beneath
yukkie
He rubbed his hands together, generating heat that would last all of a few moments, then disappear forever with the rest of his ill-thought notions of permanence . His skin cells abscent mindedly fell off, and he never noticed until now just how much skin he wasted. The texture of his hands changed though, and he could not ignore the dull creeping pain that started to emerge instead of the warm heat he had expected
Tim B
The texture of this blanket has always fascinated me. I think it is “microfibre”, or something along those lines. Whatever it is, it is lucious. Another significant texture is the one of toasted rice green tea. It has a thickness on your tongue compared to regular green tea.
Kendra
Velvet and leather were the combination she wore on the first date. Red on black, the softness next to smooth. Neither understanding exactly what this meant nor knowing much meaning behind it I went on stupidly unknowing. It was a missed chance in the end but one I was willing to take. And would again.
Ben
The texture of the cloth was smooth, as it slid between his fingertips. He wasn’t used to cloth like this at all–normally he’d have nothing but a shirt and a pair of trousers that might as well have been made of burlap. This new life was something that would require a lot of adjustments. Even the texture of his food was different. The coarse grains of his homeland had been replaced by smoothly ground loafs that didn’t hurt his throat.
Ayeaka
texture feels good if it’s good. if not – not.
Anonymous
He’s a texture boy, if you know what I mean. He likes to work it. Chew it. Roll it around his mouth with his tongue. Mash up the food too much and he’ll gag. Before you know it, he’ll be chewing nuts. Still, it’s perfect that I don’t have to puree everything.
hsin
The texture of her hair was amazing. Like fine strands of nothingness tied together at one end. Like it was there but not really there. So soft you couldn’t feel it.
Tony
il fait froid
Anonymous
pills. pulls. prawns.
actually shrimp scare me.
or worry me.
but everything worries me.
from my hands to the aches and creaks of my feet.
my body is noisy in its complaints you know.
i am getting old.
older.
uncushioned.
and i have so much more texture.
kate
so crumbly falling apart bits of cinnamon and nuts fall in my lap i love the crunch of the toasted corners as the inners melt in my mouth.
lisa
so crumbly falling apart bits of cinnamon and nuts fall in my lap i love the crunch of the toasted corners as the inners melt in my mouth.
Anonymous
it is one of my favorite things.
something about how it makes my brain fire.
rough.
silky.
smooth.
rocky.
there’s all sorts.
It makes things pop.
And makes things more interesting.
Because no one is a huge fan of matte.
NuSol
The texture of your lips when I kiss them makes magic in my stomach.
Amanda
what the frick is up with the texture of blueberries? i hate blueberries. SO MUCH. they taste good, but the skin feels so gross. Same with sausages. Like the outer casing thing. Ewwwww gross. Big time. Texture can totally ruin good food.
Texture
The texture of the bread was crunchy and wholesome. It had smooth seeds, round seeds, and a rough, grainy feel. It was very flavorful, and I enjoyed it very much.
Olivia
road seller
Anonymous
The flavour was out of the world. One couldn decide if it was the sweet or the ting of robust bitter that was predominant.
Me
The snake looks scaly but when you touch it, it is actully quite smooth and dry. How surprising! I still don’t really like snakes but at least I know they feel OK to the touch.
Shelley
texture
Jan
texture
Jan
the feal of it the lumps and bumps the typography. It vibrated under the touch as I ran my hands over it. Ahh how glorious
Bethra
I love to feel the softness of her fur on my fingertips.
Anonymous
She rubbed the pencil between her hands. It’s texture was amazing
soft, warm tactile sensations smooth rough fingers find their way to sensational pleasure
Texture may be rough or velvety or silky. This would depend upon the fabric used. Texture in literature is a whole different ball game.
the feel of something. texture. Its important. I’m not going to buy a shirt if its rough feeling. TEXTURE!
Texture of this day looked very bright and healthy. Sun was shining and the birds were singing with all their might. I was astonished to see this beauty of nature enjoying themselves so much. I am glad that I am given the chance to talk about the texture and I really feel exhilirated.
Texture is soft and fluffy or hard and smooth. Texture is the way something feels on your hand when you touch it. It could also be the way food feels in your mouth. Ew. THAT’S gross. Anyway, texture I guess could also be the act of texting. If you want to be a hippie about it. I’m hungry. My favorite textures for clothes are nice thick fabric like my pantsuit from The Limited.
Ah, texture. I already know I play this game differently. Others will include texture in a storyline. I muse on the word. Burlap, peaches, silk all the things you love or hate to touch. Silk, yes. Peaches–make me want to vomit. Seriously. But textures make art so much more appealing. And fabric.
The texture of the carpet beneath my toes as I walk to the closet and slip into my pajamas, warm flannel and cotton against my skin. I climb into bed and the sheets are cool and smooth but will soon warm up while I cuddle and fall into sleep.
I am mad at choosing clothes for my upcoming meetings. To select a good suit is not an easy task. However, I am really interested, as I feel being more sophisticated.
i love the texture of the pencil. as it sits in your hand and draws over the page. I love the feeling of the led run the words you think the communicate to a page. The feeling the texture and the notice of the wood.
The texture of the oriental rug under my feet made me long to go back. Back to my roots. I miss the smells, the hustle and bustle of crowded Indian streets.
the texture of the snow is always the most unpleasant variation of cat tongue.
“Incredible. The texture.”
“Why’d you call it ”texture’? How can a wormhole have a texture?”
I looked at the guy with the curly silver hair as he prodded the control pannel.
“It’s the feeling that i get when i go through one. It’s got a texture. You’ll see.”
And then, a moment later, i knew exactly what he was talking about.
This world has so many textures. So many thoughts and feelings. I wonder when I’ll falll into a texture I’ll like. I want to fall into the texture of loving arms keeping me warm during a winter night
The texture of a thousand elephants reminds me of the sight of countless mongolians. Charging over the hill under the banner of Ghengis Khan, their fur pelt gilets could repel snow but hardly keep them warm against the icy war.
fashion. clothes. material… i want to invent a new shirt, one with built in gloves. im buying the material tomorrow :)
it shall be mine… it shall be mine
What is this i have become to be preoccupied by such petty concepts such as color, appearence, past or future.
when there’s a complex texture layered onto something simple, we often fail to recognize to see that which is beneath
He rubbed his hands together, generating heat that would last all of a few moments, then disappear forever with the rest of his ill-thought notions of permanence . His skin cells abscent mindedly fell off, and he never noticed until now just how much skin he wasted. The texture of his hands changed though, and he could not ignore the dull creeping pain that started to emerge instead of the warm heat he had expected
The texture of this blanket has always fascinated me. I think it is “microfibre”, or something along those lines. Whatever it is, it is lucious. Another significant texture is the one of toasted rice green tea. It has a thickness on your tongue compared to regular green tea.
Velvet and leather were the combination she wore on the first date. Red on black, the softness next to smooth. Neither understanding exactly what this meant nor knowing much meaning behind it I went on stupidly unknowing. It was a missed chance in the end but one I was willing to take. And would again.
The texture of the cloth was smooth, as it slid between his fingertips. He wasn’t used to cloth like this at all–normally he’d have nothing but a shirt and a pair of trousers that might as well have been made of burlap. This new life was something that would require a lot of adjustments. Even the texture of his food was different. The coarse grains of his homeland had been replaced by smoothly ground loafs that didn’t hurt his throat.
texture feels good if it’s good. if not – not.
He’s a texture boy, if you know what I mean. He likes to work it. Chew it. Roll it around his mouth with his tongue. Mash up the food too much and he’ll gag. Before you know it, he’ll be chewing nuts. Still, it’s perfect that I don’t have to puree everything.
The texture of her hair was amazing. Like fine strands of nothingness tied together at one end. Like it was there but not really there. So soft you couldn’t feel it.
il fait froid
pills. pulls. prawns.
actually shrimp scare me.
or worry me.
but everything worries me.
from my hands to the aches and creaks of my feet.
my body is noisy in its complaints you know.
i am getting old.
older.
uncushioned.
and i have so much more texture.
so crumbly falling apart bits of cinnamon and nuts fall in my lap i love the crunch of the toasted corners as the inners melt in my mouth.
so crumbly falling apart bits of cinnamon and nuts fall in my lap i love the crunch of the toasted corners as the inners melt in my mouth.
it is one of my favorite things.
something about how it makes my brain fire.
rough.
silky.
smooth.
rocky.
there’s all sorts.
It makes things pop.
And makes things more interesting.
Because no one is a huge fan of matte.
The texture of your lips when I kiss them makes magic in my stomach.
what the frick is up with the texture of blueberries? i hate blueberries. SO MUCH. they taste good, but the skin feels so gross. Same with sausages. Like the outer casing thing. Ewwwww gross. Big time. Texture can totally ruin good food.
The texture of the bread was crunchy and wholesome. It had smooth seeds, round seeds, and a rough, grainy feel. It was very flavorful, and I enjoyed it very much.
road seller
The flavour was out of the world. One couldn decide if it was the sweet or the ting of robust bitter that was predominant.
The snake looks scaly but when you touch it, it is actully quite smooth and dry. How surprising! I still don’t really like snakes but at least I know they feel OK to the touch.
texture
texture
the feal of it the lumps and bumps the typography. It vibrated under the touch as I ran my hands over it. Ahh how glorious
I love to feel the softness of her fur on my fingertips.
She rubbed the pencil between her hands. It’s texture was amazing