Dress…? Dresses, dress clothes, dressing up? I like dressing up for special occasions. It gives me a sense that everyone is competing to see who looks the best, and I love competition!
It was red and crept slowly up her thigh as the metro swayed back and forth on the tracks. I sat there transfixed on the dress and the legs connecting it to the floor.
My grad was a couple weeks ago and I had to wear a big green dress that I didn’t like, Not a fun time, But I got to wear a cute little strapless snake skin dress at an after party.
I went to prom and I had the most beautiful dress. I went with scott my first prom but i wish i went with craig. I really miss my high school years, and sometimes wish i could go back. But it is what it is, live with no regrets.
I have a few dresses. I don’t wear them all that much. I don’t have the right legs for any dresses. And I feel like maybe I’m not pretty enough for them. But hey, I know I have them.
dressing up as children playing in Grandma’s clothes high heels too big we loved to look fancy in her lace bras and we thought he good times would never end childhood was for dreaming
Put on that dress i’m going out dancing ted dansing in the corporeal place we call a home but who is the master of theis domain and who calls the pot shots to the haughty taughties super naughties that can[t finish their horror scoptics.
I was dressed to kill, I suppose. Nothing too fancy. Just me, plainly me. Dressed the way I liked, the way I knew you liked.
I wasn’t dressed at all. I wore my skin over my muscles over my bones over me. And that was that.
Just me.
Not everyone can wear a dress. And no, I’m not just talking about men, but also slouchy, unattractive, trashy girls too. No, dresses are for confident, beautiful, sexy women. Fact.
I bought an ugly dress today. I don’t know how it happened. It was in the cart, in the closet, on my body. I bought an ugly dress today. I don’t know how it happened.
Not everyone can wear a dress. And no, I’m not just talking about men, but those who are slouchy, vulgar, or self conscious. No, dresses are for confident, grown, sexy women.
I love dresses, long and short. Soft and hard. Above the knees, below the knees. I like how they fit tight. I love how they flow in the wind. Girls in dresses are pretty. boys in dresses, taboo.
I love dresses. I like going commando under dresses. I especially love sundresses with bright colors and flowers on them. They are so feminine. I adore looking all girly and cute. I also look elegant formal wear a lot, especially the classic little black dress.
i love to dress up, and buy nice dressed, i saw a really nice one the other day. men look nice when they dress up in suits too.
i like dresses in the summer, but they cant be too long, or they look funny, and older than you really are. my boobs are too big for most dresses/
I bought an ugly dress the other day. I don’t know how it happened. It was in the cart, in the closet, on my body. I bought an ugly dress the other day.
Dresses are something I can’t really wear. They’re not for my body type but one day I’ll be able to wear it a lot more comfortably. They’re so amazing, I wish I could wear them more often. I wish I lost the pounds.
The dress was green with an organza bodice and tiny pearl buttons. Up to this time, most of my dresses had been homemade, like most of the kids wore, but for beginning first grade, she had bought me six new dresses, and this was my favorite. I would definitely wear it the first day of school in September.
A beautiful blue dress that was 10 times my size but I’d step into it and pose in my grandmother’s garden, thinking I was so elegant. We lost that dress but I still have the memories.
Her dress was simple–a froc of white cotton with one tassle hanging from the left arm, to which a chain was atached. The chain linked to a lace upon her waist which glowed bright orange in the dark chamber.
I don’t wear dresses often but they are beautiful on other people. I wish I could get over you. It’s so easy for you to look so beautiful. So flowy so free. That’s what I want to be. Farewell.
Again I have more time. Did I cheat? Maybe I did. But I didn’t know. What to do what to do. Oh you give Russians a bad Taste. Summer’s coming Time to forget.
what you wear to prom. what u wear to church, the little black dress you look good in and dont have to worry about anything in, the dress u wore wehn you were little and ur mom dressed u up in it.
Aiden ripped up my dress just as i had wanted. When he was done, though the whole time i had been making comments about him peaking, for him to just laugh at me, I had my complete dress ready. Seams ripped and held together with safety pins, black ribbon and turquoise fabric, i looked nice in my new makeshift dress.
As i stood in front of the church i watched my best friend smile her way down the isle way. She was nervious, i could tell, but happy with how her wedding was going.
her dress was short, almost too short for her age. i think she bought it without her mother’s permission. but she was still attractive, nonetheless. she approached my counter and with a smile said, “Kools, short green box.”
in this peice of clothing people like to wear for any sort of formal occasion. It doesn’t make sence to me why it seems to be required to wear a dress for a formal occasion. Wearing dress pants and a nice shirt seems just as nice.
The dress looked stunning on her. The silk fabric moved like the ocean waters as she took the steps toward the dance floor. Not a single eye could look away from it as she began to dance.
“Dress me,” she demanded, glancing back over her shoulder. He tugged his necktie in place and frowned. “I’m not in the mood,” he said. She tossed her head and laughed the ugliest, most frightening laugh he’d ever heard and scoffed, “I don’t believe that for one second.”
She slipped it on gingerly. Letting every inch of satin caress her skin, embrace her being. Her heart fluttered as the wind swept the edges around her knees.
There’s a dress in my closet that hasn’t fit me for five years. It’s vintage 1950’s cotton and is very fragile, so I can’t force myself into it in case it tears. THis dress is my benchmark, my goal, my reason to get up and go for a walk. But is it reason enough?
the little black bress, my weeding dress, my prom dresses, the dress I’m dieing to get into, The dress i fell in love with in the store but had to take back
I put on the white and black dress and quickly clipped in my diamond earrings. I looked like a new person. That’s what I wanted him to see. A new person. I didn’t want to be his anymore. I wanted him to walk away and wonder who I had become.
pretty fashion for girls only. unless your a creppy guy, but maybe not even then. weeding dresses, cocktail dress, many dresses. dresses make girls pretty, or they get dressed up and wear dresses.
It was turquoise and felt like water as I ran my hand down her sides.
It must have cost hundreds, but the way she danced, she made it seem like nothing.
Just a dress.
I like to dress up sometimes. I just like the feel pretty. I know it’s ridiculous– 200$ for a pretty dress that my mom insists I could make or find at the Sally Ann, but I just want to feel pretty.
Dress…? Dresses, dress clothes, dressing up? I like dressing up for special occasions. It gives me a sense that everyone is competing to see who looks the best, and I love competition!
The irony of wearing a dress: never have I felt more beautiful and uncomfortable. Maybe if I were thinner…
It was red and crept slowly up her thigh as the metro swayed back and forth on the tracks. I sat there transfixed on the dress and the legs connecting it to the floor.
My grad was a couple weeks ago and I had to wear a big green dress that I didn’t like, Not a fun time, But I got to wear a cute little strapless snake skin dress at an after party.
I went to prom and I had the most beautiful dress. I went with scott my first prom but i wish i went with craig. I really miss my high school years, and sometimes wish i could go back. But it is what it is, live with no regrets.
I have a few dresses. I don’t wear them all that much. I don’t have the right legs for any dresses. And I feel like maybe I’m not pretty enough for them. But hey, I know I have them.
dressing up as children playing in Grandma’s clothes high heels too big we loved to look fancy in her lace bras and we thought he good times would never end childhood was for dreaming
Put on that dress i’m going out dancing ted dansing in the corporeal place we call a home but who is the master of theis domain and who calls the pot shots to the haughty taughties super naughties that can[t finish their horror scoptics.
I was dressed to kill, I suppose. Nothing too fancy. Just me, plainly me. Dressed the way I liked, the way I knew you liked.
I wasn’t dressed at all. I wore my skin over my muscles over my bones over me. And that was that.
Just me.
Not everyone can wear a dress. And no, I’m not just talking about men, but also slouchy, unattractive, trashy girls too. No, dresses are for confident, beautiful, sexy women. Fact.
I bought an ugly dress today. I don’t know how it happened. It was in the cart, in the closet, on my body. I bought an ugly dress today. I don’t know how it happened.
Not everyone can wear a dress. And no, I’m not just talking about men, but those who are slouchy, vulgar, or self conscious. No, dresses are for confident, grown, sexy women.
What I have to do in the morning to go to work. What I like to wear when the occasion is casual. What I like not to do when I am relaxing!
Upside down she was. Her hemline obscuring her view. Upside down she was, swinging from her knees. Her underwear showing.
beautiful, expensive, girly, overrated, fashion, frilly, elegant, velvet, timeless, feminine, confident .
I love dresses, long and short. Soft and hard. Above the knees, below the knees. I like how they fit tight. I love how they flow in the wind. Girls in dresses are pretty. boys in dresses, taboo.
I love dresses. I like going commando under dresses. I especially love sundresses with bright colors and flowers on them. They are so feminine. I adore looking all girly and cute. I also look elegant formal wear a lot, especially the classic little black dress.
i love to dress up, and buy nice dressed, i saw a really nice one the other day. men look nice when they dress up in suits too.
i like dresses in the summer, but they cant be too long, or they look funny, and older than you really are. my boobs are too big for most dresses/
I bought an ugly dress the other day. I don’t know how it happened. It was in the cart, in the closet, on my body. I bought an ugly dress the other day.
Dresses are something I can’t really wear. They’re not for my body type but one day I’ll be able to wear it a lot more comfortably. They’re so amazing, I wish I could wear them more often. I wish I lost the pounds.
The dress was green with an organza bodice and tiny pearl buttons. Up to this time, most of my dresses had been homemade, like most of the kids wore, but for beginning first grade, she had bought me six new dresses, and this was my favorite. I would definitely wear it the first day of school in September.
A beautiful blue dress that was 10 times my size but I’d step into it and pose in my grandmother’s garden, thinking I was so elegant. We lost that dress but I still have the memories.
A dress is the perfect feminine adornment. It can make any girl beautiful in simply minutes.
Her dress was simple–a froc of white cotton with one tassle hanging from the left arm, to which a chain was atached. The chain linked to a lace upon her waist which glowed bright orange in the dark chamber.
I don’t wear dresses often but they are beautiful on other people. I wish I could get over you. It’s so easy for you to look so beautiful. So flowy so free. That’s what I want to be. Farewell.
Again I have more time. Did I cheat? Maybe I did. But I didn’t know. What to do what to do. Oh you give Russians a bad Taste. Summer’s coming Time to forget.
what you wear to prom. what u wear to church, the little black dress you look good in and dont have to worry about anything in, the dress u wore wehn you were little and ur mom dressed u up in it.
Aiden ripped up my dress just as i had wanted. When he was done, though the whole time i had been making comments about him peaking, for him to just laugh at me, I had my complete dress ready. Seams ripped and held together with safety pins, black ribbon and turquoise fabric, i looked nice in my new makeshift dress.
As i stood in front of the church i watched my best friend smile her way down the isle way. She was nervious, i could tell, but happy with how her wedding was going.
her dress was short, almost too short for her age. i think she bought it without her mother’s permission. but she was still attractive, nonetheless. she approached my counter and with a smile said, “Kools, short green box.”
in this peice of clothing people like to wear for any sort of formal occasion. It doesn’t make sence to me why it seems to be required to wear a dress for a formal occasion. Wearing dress pants and a nice shirt seems just as nice.
The dress looked stunning on her. The silk fabric moved like the ocean waters as she took the steps toward the dance floor. Not a single eye could look away from it as she began to dance.
“Dress me,” she demanded, glancing back over her shoulder. He tugged his necktie in place and frowned. “I’m not in the mood,” he said. She tossed her head and laughed the ugliest, most frightening laugh he’d ever heard and scoffed, “I don’t believe that for one second.”
i want to get a new one i want it to be cute and summery. i think of blues. maybe oranges. i want a boy to tell me i look pretty in my new dress.
She slipped it on gingerly. Letting every inch of satin caress her skin, embrace her being. Her heart fluttered as the wind swept the edges around her knees.
There’s a dress in my closet that hasn’t fit me for five years. It’s vintage 1950’s cotton and is very fragile, so I can’t force myself into it in case it tears. THis dress is my benchmark, my goal, my reason to get up and go for a walk. But is it reason enough?
the little black bress, my weeding dress, my prom dresses, the dress I’m dieing to get into, The dress i fell in love with in the store but had to take back
I put on the white and black dress and quickly clipped in my diamond earrings. I looked like a new person. That’s what I wanted him to see. A new person. I didn’t want to be his anymore. I wanted him to walk away and wonder who I had become.
pretty fashion for girls only. unless your a creppy guy, but maybe not even then. weeding dresses, cocktail dress, many dresses. dresses make girls pretty, or they get dressed up and wear dresses.
It was turquoise and felt like water as I ran my hand down her sides.
It must have cost hundreds, but the way she danced, she made it seem like nothing.
Just a dress.
I like to dress up sometimes. I just like the feel pretty. I know it’s ridiculous– 200$ for a pretty dress that my mom insists I could make or find at the Sally Ann, but I just want to feel pretty.