how would you describe a cat's eyes
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how would you describe a cat's eyes
how would you describe a cat's eyes
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Weathery pits bearing unflections of its owner, the fictional literally (you) clicking away in front of the light, wet blinkpits blinking. Kys.
what's wrong with you? why are you so negative?
The clicking and tiny ticking spazzed frantically and miss kitty's eyes showed now a twitch of being affected by her transgendered owner's meltthrough and the owner's selfhumming the starers glistened and inside the catskull a replay of a replay of owner mumbling about Ending it Wall: cat's whiskers astride, it looks at the door now now the door knob where the hunched owner is reflected hunched at owner's computer for yet another hour kitblinking hungrily it mrows. Screen lighting up owner's hormonally deflating face, owner's eyes backandforthing reading another thing on the light.
Kitty eyes
Angry dork lol
Like two piles of shit in a barren dick.
>upvoted
eyes of a cat
The eyes of a snake
What does this even mean
These are not even of the same color
why would she wear the same color dress every day? lol are you actually a troony
cruel black diamonds floating in liquid israeliteels
i like this
very cool, this would make me roll my eyes and if you do it again i'd drop your book
multi tasking can be challenging, but you should be able to roll your eyes and hold a book at once
get him
>Don’t use such an expression as “dim lands of peace.” It dulls the image. It mixes an abstraction with the concrete. It comes from the writer’s not realizing that the natural object is always the adequate symbol.
Where did this quote come from? I'd like to read more. Currently, I can't decide if I agree or not.
I mean what book/essay by the way. I know that is Ezra Pound.
sorry for the late reply
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/articles/58900/a-few-donts-by-an-imagiste
All good! Thanks anon.
I apologize, I will review ABCs of Reading
Disagree
Kindly go frick yourself
Her alabaster hand in mine felt soft and cold as a cloud. The faded teal of her veins and the light pink fingertips made it exotic, almost alien, and incredibly attractive.
I wanted to hold that hand for ever
and have her do lewd things to me with it and the rest of her bright marble body
The cat glared up at me with aquamarine eyes. Was it affection or annoyance? Hard to tell. I knew I had been a few minutes late to pour out his food.
He's only been with me for a couple weeks, yet already he demands a strict schedule with his incessant meowing and stratching at my counters
I can't deny those lovely eyes, though.
An azure sky of deepest summer.
They're just cat eyes. Everyone knows what they look like
I wouldn't. One glance
for species identification and I immediately forget the fury little bastards existence.
Pools of black sink into islands like the Caribbean sea, crisp yet somehow blurred, frantic yet focused. Devoid of all emotion except entitlement, as if possessed by an angelic demon.
Baudelaire has a few good poems about cats and I believe he describes the eyes in one
Describe this hand in your best prose
these are the hands of a homosexual from IQfy shitposting on IQfy
>She had an off-white pallor, like cheap butter left to molder in the back of a pantry, and her fingers resembled a doll's: a porcelain one. I could see her all dolled up in moth eaten lace. Her veins looked painted on. I brush my thumb over one to see if it'll smear. It doesn't, but she's cold as stone.
Black ink through opal.
A bundle of slender blue-veined roots wrapped in tissue paper.
My wife's hand
The satin skin could have been lifted from the frame with pinched fingers.
the petulant cat sat on the floor and stared at me. i just fed this thing two hours ago.
When I saw this cat eyes, I got that feeling like, you know, our trip with my wife from Colorado to Texas for 4 hours. I didn't remember this path too much, just saw some places which mostly were too sunny and our road still was warm. I wasted a lot of money in this time, we drunk water and kissed with her, maybe in 9 am I stopped near a lake and it was gently greenish. Our road was almost adjacent to the water and my bare feet felt the heat from the asphalt well. I stood with my wife and looked deep into the lake for probably fifteen minutes, then we kissed again and drove on. Now, as it seemed to me, I saw two such places by the lake within the cat's muzzle.
I would assume the reader has seen a cat before and refer to them directly: "cat's eyes"
very nice, let the reader to the work.
in a way it can be even more immersive than trying to force a particular image on them
Catlike
I have green eyes and my friend told me making eye contact with me is like looking at a cat
u gay
No, I think my friend is gay
it's not gay unless you meow while he fricks you
What if I dont meow
then it's just two dudes enjoying each others company
You're cute :3
All based
:3
Cat-like
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0802
June
Hers is black beyond belief, with eyes like fireflied lawn,
Reality friendly as ghosts go,
Beautiful and innocent as the best of design.
balls
sharp daggers that speak volumes. An unspeakable agreement of trust and comfort. Love gone to spoil.
Anxiously awaiting the promised affection of her man.
Incapable of speaking her mind but proudly displays her attitude and personality.
My life changed after I got a cat.
I love how Black person cats are just shadows with eyes
the cat had unassuming almond shaped sockets but inside them burned the eyes of sauron.
Describe this baby elephant with your best prose
What a cutiepie
Prooh :DD
should i get a cat? never owned a pet in my life
Wrong board
There ought to be some level of responsibility levied when using language. What the frick, anon? Put down the thesaurus and stop fricking cats.
In the soft moonlit glow of twilight, the cat's eyes gleamed like twin orbs of amethyst, capturing the very essence of the starlit heavens within their depths. Each blink unveiled a universe of secrets, as if the cosmos themselves had chosen to take residence in those iridescent pools. Veiled by velvety lashes, those eyes spoke tales of midnight rendezvous and whispered promises under a tapestry of constellations. With every shimmer and glint, they cast a spell, beckoning you to lose yourself in the labyrinthine mysteries they held, a captivating symphony of violet hues that danced between reality and the realm of dreams.
Cat-like