i used to hate dresses. i still kinda do. idk how i dress anymore. i cant classify myself anymore. i dont think i want to. why arent my secrets being posted. i bet im the only one. eff this, im going on the email.
dress me up in a little french smock.
dress me to impress me.
dress the others just like me.
dress me fair.
dress the issues that need not be addressed as we fiddle in contempt and despair.
i am a canvas
the cloth is my paint
the colors
the fringe
the texture
the lace
the frills
this is a piece of art
this is not a style
this is not a look
this is my emotions
on a canvas
“That dress was way too short. Like seriously, what were you thinking? Way too much leg showing, girl, you know your best asset isn’t your legs, seriously! Think about the rest of the world before putting something like that on, every again.”
the dress was red. The woman who wore it did so lightly, laughingly, at the funeral, where it was so inappropriate. But what did she care? She was beyond all feeling now. She lost any sense of inappropriateness after having been left at the alter, by the man who was being buried here after falling on the sidewalk while carrying a pizza pie in his bare hands. Oh, well, Justice was done, I suppose. But at least she met a new friend at the funeral. He works as a custodian, scraping old pizza off the sidewalk. Is there room for advancement? Why, yes. After three years on the job, they give him a scraper.
It wasn’t even on my mind that day. I was just shopping for a jacket and then I would go. But then that subtle black fabric caught my eye. My little black dress. I had found it. After all this time, I found it.
It was my favorite dress. It was blue and puffy and I loved it dearly. Until that awful night when you left me forever. I was wearing it. From that day on I haven’t been able to use it again.
My friend went wedding dress shopping the other day as her friend worked in a bridal shop and she almost bought the dress even though she’s only 18 and not planning on getting married any time soon.
It wasn’t a sexual thing, more of a I-Can’t-Look-Away-In-Wonderment kind of thing. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was fetching in a classic way. I had been peering into her window from mine for some time now, and the only time a sexual thought had come into my mind, was if I was running through a conversation in my head reassuring someone it wasn’t a sexual thing.
Watching her dress and undress was more kind of a hobby of mine.
i used to really hate dresses. even going to church i had to wear a dress and i couldnt stand it. but now i love it! especially the ones that go woooooo when u spin in a circle! i feel llike a princess!
i had never her seen her look so feminine before. she wore a floral dress and had the most authentic smile i’d ever seen on another person. i wish i could be that happy. she zipped on her graduation gown and stood in line with the rest of her graduating class.
When she fell it was with much grace, some what like a butterfly or maybe a feather in the air. But there she was just floating freely in the air. Nothing to worry about not a worry in the world.
It’s already weird enough wearing a dress. So please stop commenting on how pale I am. It’s annoying and I really don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be a cute little tan blonde, your just going to have to put up with a pale blonde awkward teen. Besides being tan doesn’t make you pretty.
I love to wear a dress. It is very suitable for all occassions & it can be dressed up or down depending on the occassion. Dresses can be long or short or indeed very short. You can have one in every colour. You can pay as much or as little as you wish.
i dislike dresses. usually. when i was little they were my enemy. now i dont mind them once i awhile. but if i had to choose i would choose basketball shorts and a t-shirt than a dress. i am not a pretty girl so dresses don’t work form me.
She was standing there. Her dress floating in the wind. I liked this, I don’t really know why but it made me smile. The radiance of the whole situation was amazing.
Maybe he would take off his work pants, undo his tie, doll himself up, and put on a dress tonight. He deserves it, this one–he sure does. Working day and night to support himself in a job he doesn’t like for an apartment he doesn’t care for; he deserves it, this one.
That Dress, that silly dress, Dorothy said I would always have the dress and never believe again in the dream. The dream that always comes along with a dress like that. Red, elegant, and hopelessly romantic just like my self at the time I occupied it.
Dress code. Society has been more than tight establishing that thing called a dress CODE. It’s true, we’ve entered the machine era, but that doesn’t mean we have to look like one.
The only dress code there should ever be, is our own.
It was silk. Cool and soft to the touch. It made me smile to see it blow in the wind. Then I looked up and into her eyes for the first time and it was amazing.
for my prom i want to wear a blue floaty dress yea cause im cool, and i like flowery dresses and silver ones or just pretty ones in general, i had a dress once and the zip broke im bored.
I thought about the blue dress, for just a bare moment, before tossing it aside. Then I paused, considering the salmon pink one with the braided trim, but it didn’t suit either. Now the long, elegant, green dress – midnight green, they call it, so dark it’s almost black – the flowing one with a low, deeply split back, brooding and sophisticated, and somehow right, heavy and slick and whispering cunning rumors as it slid between my fingertips.
dressy dress dress
dresses are nice
i got a prom dress recently
it’s pink and shiny
it only cost me $30
it was a big bargain
from forever 212
**forever 21
i sounded like an ad until i made a typo…
there was this girl in my class, she came in wearing this beatifully ugly dress. until it got caught on a chair and tore the bottom off. there was no more dress, only scars and scars and scars. sometimes ugly things cover up even worse things.
A dress is something that usually girls wear. I don’t really know why. I can understand only girls wearing skirts because it cooperates with their bodies better, but I would assume that the dress was made first so it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
you can dress any way you want, and, in the long run it is another meaningless thing. but for the temporary life we live, it defines you. it tests your boldness or your conformity.
Jenna walked into the store, she needed a dress for her mother’s funeral so badly, but yet had no money. She only saw one way to get it, and she didnt care about the consequences. She saw it, the perfect one, she asked the woman to try it on, and she noticed
We just learned the word for dress in Hebrew class the other day. It’s simlah, only it would be written in Hebrew letters so it would be spelled sin, mem, lamed, hay. I love Hebrew. But i hate the kids in the class.
I like to get dressed in the morning. I like it because I get to pick the impression people are going to get of me when they see me. I like to control my own cirmumstances.
Dress: it’s a verb, a noun, and an adjective (might even be an adverb but I can’t think of any examples right now). The way we dress expresses who we are inside and how we are feeling.
My the blue dress did sway in the brign summer day. It flew over me as I walked under the clothes line. I wanted so bad to know who was the one to wear it cause she must have been as beautiful. But there was no owner
I just did dress. I always think of loveliness, of softness, of high heels and flared, a-line skirts. Martinis and coffee cups, cocked hips and little hats with littler veils.
Classy, isn’t it? Just a dream. We should bring back gloves, too.
i used to hate dresses. i still kinda do. idk how i dress anymore. i cant classify myself anymore. i dont think i want to. why arent my secrets being posted. i bet im the only one. eff this, im going on the email.
lovely. lady. women. men. sex appeal. dressy casual, dressy, formal events. christmas time. weddings. white dress; pure. colored dress; good time. serious? formal? sundress? relax. flattering.
dress me up in a little french smock.
dress me to impress me.
dress the others just like me.
dress me fair.
dress the issues that need not be addressed as we fiddle in contempt and despair.
i am a canvas
the cloth is my paint
the colors
the fringe
the texture
the lace
the frills
this is a piece of art
this is not a style
this is not a look
this is my emotions
on a canvas
“That dress was way too short. Like seriously, what were you thinking? Way too much leg showing, girl, you know your best asset isn’t your legs, seriously! Think about the rest of the world before putting something like that on, every again.”
And you wonder why my self esteem is so low.
the dress was red. The woman who wore it did so lightly, laughingly, at the funeral, where it was so inappropriate. But what did she care? She was beyond all feeling now. She lost any sense of inappropriateness after having been left at the alter, by the man who was being buried here after falling on the sidewalk while carrying a pizza pie in his bare hands. Oh, well, Justice was done, I suppose. But at least she met a new friend at the funeral. He works as a custodian, scraping old pizza off the sidewalk. Is there room for advancement? Why, yes. After three years on the job, they give him a scraper.
It wasn’t even on my mind that day. I was just shopping for a jacket and then I would go. But then that subtle black fabric caught my eye. My little black dress. I had found it. After all this time, I found it.
It was satin green. It was just right.
Fit me perfectly, 34-28-32. I was off to the party.
Until.
I saw a loose thread. I pulled it as I walked inside. The dress fell off.
It was my favorite dress. It was blue and puffy and I loved it dearly. Until that awful night when you left me forever. I was wearing it. From that day on I haven’t been able to use it again.
My friend went wedding dress shopping the other day as her friend worked in a bridal shop and she almost bought the dress even though she’s only 18 and not planning on getting married any time soon.
My “dress”, being my typical attire, has fluctuated over the years. Amazing how much influence it can have on one’s mind.
It wasn’t a sexual thing, more of a I-Can’t-Look-Away-In-Wonderment kind of thing. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was fetching in a classic way. I had been peering into her window from mine for some time now, and the only time a sexual thought had come into my mind, was if I was running through a conversation in my head reassuring someone it wasn’t a sexual thing.
Watching her dress and undress was more kind of a hobby of mine.
i used to really hate dresses. even going to church i had to wear a dress and i couldnt stand it. but now i love it! especially the ones that go woooooo when u spin in a circle! i feel llike a princess!
i had never her seen her look so feminine before. she wore a floral dress and had the most authentic smile i’d ever seen on another person. i wish i could be that happy. she zipped on her graduation gown and stood in line with the rest of her graduating class.
When she fell it was with much grace, some what like a butterfly or maybe a feather in the air. But there she was just floating freely in the air. Nothing to worry about not a worry in the world.
It’s already weird enough wearing a dress. So please stop commenting on how pale I am. It’s annoying and I really don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be a cute little tan blonde, your just going to have to put up with a pale blonde awkward teen. Besides being tan doesn’t make you pretty.
I love to wear a dress. It is very suitable for all occassions & it can be dressed up or down depending on the occassion. Dresses can be long or short or indeed very short. You can have one in every colour. You can pay as much or as little as you wish.
clothes how you look fashion. awesome stuff long t shirt life hippies victorian times money titanic rose dawson JACK!!!! lol died awwww powerful
i dislike dresses. usually. when i was little they were my enemy. now i dont mind them once i awhile. but if i had to choose i would choose basketball shorts and a t-shirt than a dress. i am not a pretty girl so dresses don’t work form me.
She was standing there. Her dress floating in the wind. I liked this, I don’t really know why but it made me smile. The radiance of the whole situation was amazing.
Maybe he would take off his work pants, undo his tie, doll himself up, and put on a dress tonight. He deserves it, this one–he sure does. Working day and night to support himself in a job he doesn’t like for an apartment he doesn’t care for; he deserves it, this one.
pink pretty sew maid love life beauty purple
high heels bliss girl fake plastic beads fabric wine
That Dress, that silly dress, Dorothy said I would always have the dress and never believe again in the dream. The dream that always comes along with a dress like that. Red, elegant, and hopelessly romantic just like my self at the time I occupied it.
Dress code. Society has been more than tight establishing that thing called a dress CODE. It’s true, we’ve entered the machine era, but that doesn’t mean we have to look like one.
The only dress code there should ever be, is our own.
It was silk. Cool and soft to the touch. It made me smile to see it blow in the wind. Then I looked up and into her eyes for the first time and it was amazing.
for my prom i want to wear a blue floaty dress yea cause im cool, and i like flowery dresses and silver ones or just pretty ones in general, i had a dress once and the zip broke im bored.
I thought about the blue dress, for just a bare moment, before tossing it aside. Then I paused, considering the salmon pink one with the braided trim, but it didn’t suit either. Now the long, elegant, green dress – midnight green, they call it, so dark it’s almost black – the flowing one with a low, deeply split back, brooding and sophisticated, and somehow right, heavy and slick and whispering cunning rumors as it slid between my fingertips.
dressy dress dress
dresses are nice
i got a prom dress recently
it’s pink and shiny
it only cost me $30
it was a big bargain
from forever 212
**forever 21
i sounded like an ad until i made a typo…
there was this girl in my class, she came in wearing this beatifully ugly dress. until it got caught on a chair and tore the bottom off. there was no more dress, only scars and scars and scars. sometimes ugly things cover up even worse things.
so, how’d you end up like that?
celia tugged at the sleeve of her first-day-of-school dress. i was born the same as you. shut up.
in college it got harder, but usually a good strong, silent stare would convince her classmates they weren’t that curious after all.
Katsumi’s dress flowed in the wind as she stood on the edge of the cliff, thinking of the last time she saw the sunrise.
A dress is something that usually girls wear. I don’t really know why. I can understand only girls wearing skirts because it cooperates with their bodies better, but I would assume that the dress was made first so it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
you can dress any way you want, and, in the long run it is another meaningless thing. but for the temporary life we live, it defines you. it tests your boldness or your conformity.
Jenna walked into the store, she needed a dress for her mother’s funeral so badly, but yet had no money. She only saw one way to get it, and she didnt care about the consequences. She saw it, the perfect one, she asked the woman to try it on, and she noticed
We just learned the word for dress in Hebrew class the other day. It’s simlah, only it would be written in Hebrew letters so it would be spelled sin, mem, lamed, hay. I love Hebrew. But i hate the kids in the class.
my girl my wife, my love, my everything… the women I love… I will see her Wednesday
I like to get dressed in the morning. I like it because I get to pick the impression people are going to get of me when they see me. I like to control my own cirmumstances.
Dress: it’s a verb, a noun, and an adjective (might even be an adverb but I can’t think of any examples right now). The way we dress expresses who we are inside and how we are feeling.
My the blue dress did sway in the brign summer day. It flew over me as I walked under the clothes line. I wanted so bad to know who was the one to wear it cause she must have been as beautiful. But there was no owner
I just did dress. I always think of loveliness, of softness, of high heels and flared, a-line skirts. Martinis and coffee cups, cocked hips and little hats with littler veils.
Classy, isn’t it? Just a dream. We should bring back gloves, too.