a bathing suit. black and white, polka dotted. like those they wore in the sixties. i’ve always wanted one of those. also, a tuxedo. mysterious. timeless. always classy. but what’s underneath the suit? that is perhaps the most mysterious question. under any kind of suit.
The man didn’t like his suit very well, it was too tight and he could barely move in it. He felt cut off from himself. Not comfortable at all. It was itchy and stiff and it the color was awful.
I straightened his tie while he stood in front of me. I looked up into the eyes of this boy. This boy who has been my best friend forever. This boy who looked so handsome in his suit. This boy who was turning into a man. I wanted him to be my man.
His suit was dark gray. He looked to me like the epitome of business, except for the small stain on the lapel. It was like a crack in his shifting facade- a slip in his attitude, in who he thought he ought to be. It gave me a glimpse into what he was really like. Or maybe it was just a stain on his suit.
His suit smelled musty, old, never worn. Of course it had been worn before – of course – but I still couldn’t get the hang of smelling it on a hanger, smelling it while he wasn’t wearing it. And why wasn’t he wearing it? Because he lay in a coffin – six feet under, oblivious. They should have buried him in this one, but they hadn’t. The horror.
A suit is really fancy. Kind of reminds me of how much swag DS players have because they usually dance in these crazy suits, but it looks hella legit. Suits are important for giving the right impression, like at jobs or events, because it can show the seriousness one’s character and the determination they may have about something.
All the implications of the day wore off as Justin walked toward the door. The release party for his newest book was supposed to be a hit. He even bought an armani suit to fit with the black tie optional guests. He didn’t know anyone here and all he could think of was the girl from the night before. He walked out of the restaurant without a backward glance.
Business men wear suits. I don’t understand how they can like them. They seem too constricting for my tastes. And hot. And itchy. I think of suits in grey pinstripes. Very boring. Very stuffy. I feel sorry for them, but I don’t think they realize they need to be pitied. Instead, they feel that they are important.
Their suits were all perfect, shiny almost. Perfect, like they were in their perfect cookie-cutter houses and their perfect hybrid cars. Perfect money, perfect life, perfect shoes, even. But really, their perfect everything was ruined by their imperfect personal life.
he was wearing a tattered old suit that was covered in mysterious stains. it had some sort of brownish-orangy plaid pattern on it that was actually pretty repulsive when stared at too long. my eyes began to water when the homeless man in the suit began digging through our trash in a futile attempt to find some food for his dinner.
i like suits suits are comfy they are also kinda stiff looking and some people look too fancy or kinda silly in them but overall they are a good piece to have in the closet in case of emergencys like funerals or weddings and stuff like that.
a suit of skin? something we all wear, something that separates us from each other. you can use it and draw all over it to show who you are or have been, you can even cover it up so you appear to be someone you are not. a different suit for every mood.
“Whatever suits you best,” she said.
“Alright then. I’ll stick with this one.”
He picked up his things and walked out of the shop with his brand new toy.
Most would regard it as a weapon of mass destruction.
Except him. His plan was fatal and he knew it.
But it gave him a sense of joy.
And he knew it was what suited him best.
John straightened his tie and then backed up, so as to see his entire body in the full length mirror. The crisp black suit fit him perfectly. This was going to be a day to remember.
Hand in hand, we roamed our way around Rome, completely lost but completely content. Your suit was wrinkled from our travels but with the tie loosened and then first couple of buttons undone, you pulled it off. We weren’t concerned by not knowing more Italian than what our pocket-book translator gave us.
It was one of those perfect days that we compiled while exploring country after country. Rome is just one that stands out the brightest in my mind, forever stitched into my heart. We were simply careless young adults, refusing to commit to true adulthood yet and wanting to do something with our lives that we would never forget.
She saw the suit hanging in the store and knew he would look wonderful in it. But of course money was tight, as it is for everyone these days. So she just left and allowed it to hang there. He would never wear it.
buying a suit is not easy but then again i don’t need a suit in Hawaii most of the time. sometimes i wonder about the “power suit” in the corporate world and why it’s so important. corporate jobs are kind of listless.
There are many different kinds of suits. I think most of them are Italian. I’m not good with Italian designers so I can’t name them. Some suits are gray. They look itchy. I’m glad I don’t have to wear them. I don’t understand women who wear suits.
Her new suit didn’t much suit her, but at this point she was beyond caring. “Get through the day, don’t make a fool of yourself, you can cry later.” She pushed the file into its slot and ran to her next task.
Sometimes I wish we still lived in the days when men wore suits and ties and actually cared about their appearance. Of course, there were a lot of issues during those times…racism, sexism, what have you. But everyone looked so classy back then. I wish we could bring back the style while leaving behind all the baggage that comes with it.
my grandma is always making teas that do not suit my tastebuds. maybe it’s an aquired taste? i don’t know. but i’ve never liked it, and can’t see myself ever liking it.
His suit. That one thing that stayed in his closet, weeks after weeks. He couldn’t find the right time to ask her to dinner. He couldn’t find the right place to take her. He just couldn’t pluck up the courage to say, “darling, I want to take you out tonight”, take the suit out, brush it off, and dazzle her.
So, in my last post I meant to say that I’m a girl…Oh well, I guess someone will read this and be like “Oooooooooooooh, I get it now. She’s a girl, so she doesn’t have to wear suits, although they make suits for females” Time’s up!
suits make me think of uptight business men. uptight, stressful lives. a uniform. people who have a place to go, but don’t know where they’re going. suits remind me of penguins. and coldness. and sadness. the polar ice caps are melting.
So, I don’t wear suits because I’m a guy, but if I did I would wear a plain black suit with a white shirt and a green tie. Like, a lime green or eletctic green tie. But, maybe that would be too weird. Oh great, I misspelled a word. Don’t you hate that? Seriously!
There once was a man with an old gray wool suit. He wore it every day to work, and on his way home he would stop at the hot dog stand on the corner of 3rd and main to get a hot dog with Mustard, chili, and slaw.
One day I went out, it had nothing to do with purchasing a fine piece of clothing, but as I walked I found myself wanting more and more to appear professional, so I got a suit, then I realized how ballin I look.
Black suit. Perfectly primped. Porcelain. Untouched. Unmarred. Nothing can top him. Nothing. He is cold and black and perfect.
a bathing suit. black and white, polka dotted. like those they wore in the sixties. i’ve always wanted one of those. also, a tuxedo. mysterious. timeless. always classy. but what’s underneath the suit? that is perhaps the most mysterious question. under any kind of suit.
She wore the suit well, fitting all the curves snugly. She was sure that she would make an impression on the interviewer.
The man didn’t like his suit very well, it was too tight and he could barely move in it. He felt cut off from himself. Not comfortable at all. It was itchy and stiff and it the color was awful.
I straightened his tie while he stood in front of me. I looked up into the eyes of this boy. This boy who has been my best friend forever. This boy who looked so handsome in his suit. This boy who was turning into a man. I wanted him to be my man.
His suit was dark gray. He looked to me like the epitome of business, except for the small stain on the lapel. It was like a crack in his shifting facade- a slip in his attitude, in who he thought he ought to be. It gave me a glimpse into what he was really like. Or maybe it was just a stain on his suit.
His suit smelled musty, old, never worn. Of course it had been worn before – of course – but I still couldn’t get the hang of smelling it on a hanger, smelling it while he wasn’t wearing it. And why wasn’t he wearing it? Because he lay in a coffin – six feet under, oblivious. They should have buried him in this one, but they hadn’t. The horror.
That will suit you nicely!
A suit is really fancy. Kind of reminds me of how much swag DS players have because they usually dance in these crazy suits, but it looks hella legit. Suits are important for giving the right impression, like at jobs or events, because it can show the seriousness one’s character and the determination they may have about something.
All the implications of the day wore off as Justin walked toward the door. The release party for his newest book was supposed to be a hit. He even bought an armani suit to fit with the black tie optional guests. He didn’t know anyone here and all he could think of was the girl from the night before. He walked out of the restaurant without a backward glance.
we all have to suit
That´s the word that comes to my head when i think of myself in a few years :)
However i dont think it suits me lol.
Business men wear suits. I don’t understand how they can like them. They seem too constricting for my tastes. And hot. And itchy. I think of suits in grey pinstripes. Very boring. Very stuffy. I feel sorry for them, but I don’t think they realize they need to be pitied. Instead, they feel that they are important.
suits are over rated. id rather have a boy in a jeans in a t shirt and some vans and have them be comfy and happy than in a hot uncomfortable shell
Their suits were all perfect, shiny almost. Perfect, like they were in their perfect cookie-cutter houses and their perfect hybrid cars. Perfect money, perfect life, perfect shoes, even. But really, their perfect everything was ruined by their imperfect personal life.
he was wearing a tattered old suit that was covered in mysterious stains. it had some sort of brownish-orangy plaid pattern on it that was actually pretty repulsive when stared at too long. my eyes began to water when the homeless man in the suit began digging through our trash in a futile attempt to find some food for his dinner.
i like suits suits are comfy they are also kinda stiff looking and some people look too fancy or kinda silly in them but overall they are a good piece to have in the closet in case of emergencys like funerals or weddings and stuff like that.
a suit of skin? something we all wear, something that separates us from each other. you can use it and draw all over it to show who you are or have been, you can even cover it up so you appear to be someone you are not. a different suit for every mood.
“Whatever suits you best,” she said.
“Alright then. I’ll stick with this one.”
He picked up his things and walked out of the shop with his brand new toy.
Most would regard it as a weapon of mass destruction.
Except him. His plan was fatal and he knew it.
But it gave him a sense of joy.
And he knew it was what suited him best.
John straightened his tie and then backed up, so as to see his entire body in the full length mirror. The crisp black suit fit him perfectly. This was going to be a day to remember.
i don’t like suits.
suits don’t inspire me.
their boring.
they’re businesslike.
they’re black.
Leather,
Tweed, polished. Very professional. Bland ties.
Dark room, sweat, tense moments. Harsh, but short words.
Hand in hand, we roamed our way around Rome, completely lost but completely content. Your suit was wrinkled from our travels but with the tie loosened and then first couple of buttons undone, you pulled it off. We weren’t concerned by not knowing more Italian than what our pocket-book translator gave us.
It was one of those perfect days that we compiled while exploring country after country. Rome is just one that stands out the brightest in my mind, forever stitched into my heart. We were simply careless young adults, refusing to commit to true adulthood yet and wanting to do something with our lives that we would never forget.
She saw the suit hanging in the store and knew he would look wonderful in it. But of course money was tight, as it is for everyone these days. So she just left and allowed it to hang there. He would never wear it.
buying a suit is not easy but then again i don’t need a suit in Hawaii most of the time. sometimes i wonder about the “power suit” in the corporate world and why it’s so important. corporate jobs are kind of listless.
The first thing i swa was his suit. he made me week. I loved him fift thing
“What do you mean a suit would have been appropriate? The invitation said fancy dress party. You don’t like my silver and gold dress?”
He came along one day, dressed in that sharp houndstooth number, riding along like a king on a card. Nothing so suited a person better.
There are many different kinds of suits. I think most of them are Italian. I’m not good with Italian designers so I can’t name them. Some suits are gray. They look itchy. I’m glad I don’t have to wear them. I don’t understand women who wear suits.
Her new suit didn’t much suit her, but at this point she was beyond caring. “Get through the day, don’t make a fool of yourself, you can cry later.” She pushed the file into its slot and ran to her next task.
Sometimes I wish we still lived in the days when men wore suits and ties and actually cared about their appearance. Of course, there were a lot of issues during those times…racism, sexism, what have you. But everyone looked so classy back then. I wish we could bring back the style while leaving behind all the baggage that comes with it.
my grandma is always making teas that do not suit my tastebuds. maybe it’s an aquired taste? i don’t know. but i’ve never liked it, and can’t see myself ever liking it.
His suit. That one thing that stayed in his closet, weeks after weeks. He couldn’t find the right time to ask her to dinner. He couldn’t find the right place to take her. He just couldn’t pluck up the courage to say, “darling, I want to take you out tonight”, take the suit out, brush it off, and dazzle her.
So, in my last post I meant to say that I’m a girl…Oh well, I guess someone will read this and be like “Oooooooooooooh, I get it now. She’s a girl, so she doesn’t have to wear suits, although they make suits for females” Time’s up!
suits make me think of uptight business men. uptight, stressful lives. a uniform. people who have a place to go, but don’t know where they’re going. suits remind me of penguins. and coldness. and sadness. the polar ice caps are melting.
So, I don’t wear suits because I’m a guy, but if I did I would wear a plain black suit with a white shirt and a green tie. Like, a lime green or eletctic green tie. But, maybe that would be too weird. Oh great, I misspelled a word. Don’t you hate that? Seriously!
You suit me, perfectly.
There once was a man with an old gray wool suit. He wore it every day to work, and on his way home he would stop at the hot dog stand on the corner of 3rd and main to get a hot dog with Mustard, chili, and slaw.
His suit was tight around the neck, he tried to lossen it. He fidgeted nervously with his sleeves, then he opened his briefcase and peered inside
One day I went out, it had nothing to do with purchasing a fine piece of clothing, but as I walked I found myself wanting more and more to appear professional, so I got a suit, then I realized how ballin I look.