I think that people are so privy to the idea of knowing exactly what is going on in other people’s lives. At times, I find it ridiculous how individuals are so nosy. So intrigued by anyone’s lives but their own.
The girl walked into the room. The lights flashed down on her, she was the only one visible. Every detail, every specific problem on her was highlighted, outlined against the bright lights. She smiled, laughed, turned, walked.
everything in life needs to be specific, well, not everything cause’ what about love, it doesnt need to be with an specific person, it just needs to be with the right one, and that right one is not alway the person you tought it was going to be or the type of person you tought that it is your type, or the blue eyes you imagined when u were little, if u see, it’s always unexpected, unwanted and unimagined.
detailed descriptive and bitchy.” your specific demands are causing me agony” starbucks orders from orange county wanna be plastic surgery addicted whores. I will have the Venti half white mocha, half cafe vanilla, ez ice, with 2 shots pour appigato style (over the top) with whipped cream and caramel drizzle frappachino.
clear, concise, accurate, having someone give very clear and firm instructions, a particular thing that often is unchanging, something articulated clearly
when i think of the word specific, I realize you can’t get more specific. How do you explain a word so specifically that will end up making sense. It is specifically the question that I ask myself. How specific can people get in life?
a specific love. that one specific person that is always there for you, no matter what. a true friend or companion. a specific answer, the correct answer. sometimes just an opinion. a specific way to do things so that they’re correct.
As opposed to general? Everything in life really falls into ‘specific’ categories because nothing is really black and white. It’s counterintuitive, I know, but it’s all specific. Even if it’s specifically ambiguous.
to be specific is to write a check. im trying to write a check about truth right now, dont know if you can cash it. got nothing more. im watching the bars close on 60 seconds, how’s that for specific?.
Always when you speak you want to be specific, or else it could lead to misinterpretations of your words, and what’s more important but to get the point across straight and clear, and of course without any violence in between, which is a specific symptom of raging societies who misunderstand speeches.
Something that is precise. A person who is very neat and orderly who always has to have thing their way. A way of life, order, time, place, neatness. life in and box
to be specific is to be precise. There is nothing like it. Lawyers need to be specific, while doctors need to be vague. It has its drawbacks and its advantages. Personally, I love to be specific. It is invigorating.
Specifically, it’s the fact that I may not know what I’m looking at. If I knew, I could do anything with it. I could give you the most beautiful solution out there. If I knew what the hell I was looking at. Please, just be more specific.
She always wants a specific answer. Nothing intuitive. That doesn’t help a mathmetician. That doesn’t help me either. I’m terrified for tomorrow. Utterly.
Specific? That’s a bad word. Because nothing is specific, nothing. You can be specific with your demands, but that does that do? Just makes you seem bossy. bossy = no fun. Gotta love the big pictures, and everything in between.
To be specific, Todd was not actually a staff writer. He had written one episode for a sitcom and had since then told everyone how he was a hired writer. He would admit to his closest friends that he had only written one episode ofa
“Could you be more specific,” the interrogator screamed in Gerald’s face. Gerald kept a stern determination on his face and turned his eyes to the floor. His brow furrowed, and finally after careful consideration, he breathed in deep, and he spoke: “No, I did not steal a cookie at 5:13pm on Tuesday while Mommy was in the next room, painting her toenails.”
Specific. I’m thinking of a specific song… and you’ll never guess it. It’s sad and it’s slow and I knew it in full when I wore a younger man’s shoes. :)
Fuck specific. Just gotta go with the flow and see what happens.
I don’t know how to be specific. Everything in my head is too jumbled, thoughts and decisions changing faster than I have time to acknowledge them. I don’t know any specific way to deal with it either. It’s why I am this way, I guess.
It’s hard to be specific when there are so many thoughts running through my head. I try to think of the right words to say, but they’re dancing around the empty space, hiding in my thoughts. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but they linger there and refuse to leave my mouth. My hand tightens its hold on the t shirt, my arms shake with fear, but words are terrifying creations that seal themselves away. I can’t say it today; not tomorrow, either. But some day.
specifically, I did not quite know what I was going to do with the weekend I was given. Would I decide to go through with the deed? I had built it up so much. To be specific, I truly did not know what would happen.
There was one specific item I wanted from the store that day. I begged her for it, but she wouldn’t even take it off the shelf, much less take it to the counter and BUY it for me. I always got something good, but not the thing I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about it up and down the remaining aisles. It was calling my name! Mom just doesn’t understand.
She was too nervous to think about the specifics of her up and coming wedding. She only had time to panic, and try to get everything done on time. She couldn’t believe the day had already arrived, and she was getting married today.
This word reminds me of a teacher I once heard about from my high school who could not pronounce this word at all. Instead, she sounded like a sputtering car engine and would always say “Puh-SPIF-ik”
Specific words and phrases, you try and use them to describe every immaculate deep, passionate feeling you have, but it is not possible; there are no words.
it means being precise, it’s singling something out so much you can jjust tell what it is, no excusess, it’s what you think. It’s adding detail, to change the most unimportant thing into a section of something important, such as a computer, computer downloads, music downloads, pearl jam, betterman, guitar chords. It’s when you keep narrowing the topic more and more so you know exactly what someone’s talking about.
Its not random, its not unknown. Never a mystery. Not a group, not a bundle. Not a thousand, not even two. No one else belongs, because this one is Specific.
“Lunatic!” Doris stormed into the apartment, slammed the door, and shot her purse across the room. “Um, which specific lunatic were you referring to?” Like a very smart turtle Neal slowly poked his head up from behind the sofa. He knew to be on his guard before she came home on Wednesday evenings. Wednesday was her Bridge night and with the ladies of the All Women’s Fifth Infantry (better known as the Blazing Amazons), anything could happen. “That Morna,” Doris seethed. “She bid a 7 No Trump when she had no Aces.”
i cant think of anything specific to say. Im not even sure i like that word too much. i am not in a very “specific” phase in my life right now. i feel like i am wandering.
specific? i am specific. what is specific? when you know what you want and you inform anyone that doesn’t know what you want. at the same time i might not be specific i know what i want but dont say it
Be specific! Tell me exactly what you want, how you want it, where you want it and why you want it. I want details! I want to read every last detail down to the color, the size, the smell, the taste, the sound… All of it. Be specific. Give me the facts; just the facts.
He was so specific. Literal at times. I really want to understand what makes him tick. Specific..be specific. Something I will never know how to do. It can take me hours sometimes to write a paragraph. Is this his gift, a blessing? I think so, that’s why I love him. Specific. My professors are staring at me and making me feel uncomfortable. Be specific, the directions of their pointless assignments tell me. You be specific! Whatever. I love him. I love how he’s always so specific. Blunt, even. Sometimes, his words hurt. Everyone hurts me when they are being specific. Lay off! Or don’t. What do I care? I care a lot. But, doesn’t everyone? Be specific. What do you like about me? What do I like about me. I’m a work in progress. Just like one of his art projects. Has he even completed one since I’ve known him. I love him, but do I love myself? Specific.
specify i and love and who? me or you?
no one alone specifically alone in life in love in tragedy. alone. specifically myself and specifically no one else.
be specific. don’t be a drag, just be a queen. that’s not specific. what do you mean by drag? what do you mean by queen? drag a body? be the Queen of England? now THAT’S specific. Need I specify more?
Specific. Speficities. The specifics of being a person. What does that entwine interlace combine in our minds? Sim City. The specifics of interconnectedness. The experience of learning everything there is to know about a person, every last little raindrop of detail. Circumference. Interference. Translation, nothing lost in translation–wait, everything lost in translation. Specifics of context, syntax, judgement and call.
I think that people are so privy to the idea of knowing exactly what is going on in other people’s lives. At times, I find it ridiculous how individuals are so nosy. So intrigued by anyone’s lives but their own.
The girl walked into the room. The lights flashed down on her, she was the only one visible. Every detail, every specific problem on her was highlighted, outlined against the bright lights. She smiled, laughed, turned, walked.
everything in life needs to be specific, well, not everything cause’ what about love, it doesnt need to be with an specific person, it just needs to be with the right one, and that right one is not alway the person you tought it was going to be or the type of person you tought that it is your type, or the blue eyes you imagined when u were little, if u see, it’s always unexpected, unwanted and unimagined.
detailed descriptive and bitchy.” your specific demands are causing me agony” starbucks orders from orange county wanna be plastic surgery addicted whores. I will have the Venti half white mocha, half cafe vanilla, ez ice, with 2 shots pour appigato style (over the top) with whipped cream and caramel drizzle frappachino.
clear, concise, accurate, having someone give very clear and firm instructions, a particular thing that often is unchanging, something articulated clearly
when i think of the word specific, I realize you can’t get more specific. How do you explain a word so specifically that will end up making sense. It is specifically the question that I ask myself. How specific can people get in life?
a specific love. that one specific person that is always there for you, no matter what. a true friend or companion. a specific answer, the correct answer. sometimes just an opinion. a specific way to do things so that they’re correct.
As opposed to general? Everything in life really falls into ‘specific’ categories because nothing is really black and white. It’s counterintuitive, I know, but it’s all specific. Even if it’s specifically ambiguous.
to be specific is to write a check. im trying to write a check about truth right now, dont know if you can cash it. got nothing more. im watching the bars close on 60 seconds, how’s that for specific?.
Always when you speak you want to be specific, or else it could lead to misinterpretations of your words, and what’s more important but to get the point across straight and clear, and of course without any violence in between, which is a specific symptom of raging societies who misunderstand speeches.
You never wanted the specific details. Never cared that stardust filled my lungs or that my hair had broken meteors tangled in.
one thought one idea. connotation and clarity. be more specific, organize, know what you want to say. know it inside and out.
Something that is precise. A person who is very neat and orderly who always has to have thing their way. A way of life, order, time, place, neatness. life in and box
to be specific is to be precise. There is nothing like it. Lawyers need to be specific, while doctors need to be vague. It has its drawbacks and its advantages. Personally, I love to be specific. It is invigorating.
Specifically, it’s the fact that I may not know what I’m looking at. If I knew, I could do anything with it. I could give you the most beautiful solution out there. If I knew what the hell I was looking at. Please, just be more specific.
She always wants a specific answer. Nothing intuitive. That doesn’t help a mathmetician. That doesn’t help me either. I’m terrified for tomorrow. Utterly.
Specific? That’s a bad word. Because nothing is specific, nothing. You can be specific with your demands, but that does that do? Just makes you seem bossy. bossy = no fun. Gotta love the big pictures, and everything in between.
To be specific, Todd was not actually a staff writer. He had written one episode for a sitcom and had since then told everyone how he was a hired writer. He would admit to his closest friends that he had only written one episode ofa
“Could you be more specific,” the interrogator screamed in Gerald’s face. Gerald kept a stern determination on his face and turned his eyes to the floor. His brow furrowed, and finally after careful consideration, he breathed in deep, and he spoke: “No, I did not steal a cookie at 5:13pm on Tuesday while Mommy was in the next room, painting her toenails.”
Specific. I’m thinking of a specific song… and you’ll never guess it. It’s sad and it’s slow and I knew it in full when I wore a younger man’s shoes. :)
Fuck specific. Just gotta go with the flow and see what happens.
I don’t know how to be specific. Everything in my head is too jumbled, thoughts and decisions changing faster than I have time to acknowledge them. I don’t know any specific way to deal with it either. It’s why I am this way, I guess.
It’s hard to be specific when there are so many thoughts running through my head. I try to think of the right words to say, but they’re dancing around the empty space, hiding in my thoughts. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but they linger there and refuse to leave my mouth. My hand tightens its hold on the t shirt, my arms shake with fear, but words are terrifying creations that seal themselves away. I can’t say it today; not tomorrow, either. But some day.
specifically, I did not quite know what I was going to do with the weekend I was given. Would I decide to go through with the deed? I had built it up so much. To be specific, I truly did not know what would happen.
There was one specific item I wanted from the store that day. I begged her for it, but she wouldn’t even take it off the shelf, much less take it to the counter and BUY it for me. I always got something good, but not the thing I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about it up and down the remaining aisles. It was calling my name! Mom just doesn’t understand.
She was too nervous to think about the specifics of her up and coming wedding. She only had time to panic, and try to get everything done on time. She couldn’t believe the day had already arrived, and she was getting married today.
This word reminds me of a teacher I once heard about from my high school who could not pronounce this word at all. Instead, she sounded like a sputtering car engine and would always say “Puh-SPIF-ik”
specific child, so careful
nothing better,
always best.
a fierce and
fearful life…
Specific words and phrases, you try and use them to describe every immaculate deep, passionate feeling you have, but it is not possible; there are no words.
it means being precise, it’s singling something out so much you can jjust tell what it is, no excusess, it’s what you think. It’s adding detail, to change the most unimportant thing into a section of something important, such as a computer, computer downloads, music downloads, pearl jam, betterman, guitar chords. It’s when you keep narrowing the topic more and more so you know exactly what someone’s talking about.
Its not random, its not unknown. Never a mystery. Not a group, not a bundle. Not a thousand, not even two. No one else belongs, because this one is Specific.
“Lunatic!” Doris stormed into the apartment, slammed the door, and shot her purse across the room. “Um, which specific lunatic were you referring to?” Like a very smart turtle Neal slowly poked his head up from behind the sofa. He knew to be on his guard before she came home on Wednesday evenings. Wednesday was her Bridge night and with the ladies of the All Women’s Fifth Infantry (better known as the Blazing Amazons), anything could happen. “That Morna,” Doris seethed. “She bid a 7 No Trump when she had no Aces.”
i cant think of anything specific to say. Im not even sure i like that word too much. i am not in a very “specific” phase in my life right now. i feel like i am wandering.
specific? i am specific. what is specific? when you know what you want and you inform anyone that doesn’t know what you want. at the same time i might not be specific i know what i want but dont say it
Be specific! Tell me exactly what you want, how you want it, where you want it and why you want it. I want details! I want to read every last detail down to the color, the size, the smell, the taste, the sound… All of it. Be specific. Give me the facts; just the facts.
The memories I choose to keep are specific.
He was so specific. Literal at times. I really want to understand what makes him tick. Specific..be specific. Something I will never know how to do. It can take me hours sometimes to write a paragraph. Is this his gift, a blessing? I think so, that’s why I love him. Specific. My professors are staring at me and making me feel uncomfortable. Be specific, the directions of their pointless assignments tell me. You be specific! Whatever. I love him. I love how he’s always so specific. Blunt, even. Sometimes, his words hurt. Everyone hurts me when they are being specific. Lay off! Or don’t. What do I care? I care a lot. But, doesn’t everyone? Be specific. What do you like about me? What do I like about me. I’m a work in progress. Just like one of his art projects. Has he even completed one since I’ve known him. I love him, but do I love myself? Specific.
Trying to a specific type of girl to please a specific type of man. But maybe I like the type of girl this man is turning me into.
specify i and love and who? me or you?
no one alone specifically alone in life in love in tragedy. alone. specifically myself and specifically no one else.
be specific. don’t be a drag, just be a queen. that’s not specific. what do you mean by drag? what do you mean by queen? drag a body? be the Queen of England? now THAT’S specific. Need I specify more?
Specific. Speficities. The specifics of being a person. What does that entwine interlace combine in our minds? Sim City. The specifics of interconnectedness. The experience of learning everything there is to know about a person, every last little raindrop of detail. Circumference. Interference. Translation, nothing lost in translation–wait, everything lost in translation. Specifics of context, syntax, judgement and call.