I wish I was the one who got the job. I bought a new suit for the occasion. It had pin stripes running down the legs and spilling over the shoulders. The man who interviewed me didn’t even notice or comment about it.
today was interesting – it was 3 days after my boyfriend decided to wear a suit to uni.
honestly, he looked awesome in it. I think he should up more often.
hmmm suit up day. what do i wear? i don’t want to hear a suit. do I just wear a dress?
The best nights out in Dublin have always been the ones that we suit up for! The awesomeness of the suit can’t be beaten by any other item of clothing. Barney Stintson is a legen-wait for it-dary inspiration!
He pulled the suit on one more time.
That’s what he told himself. It was just one more time.
It felt so right against his skin. It sat so tight, so close, like it was his skin.
That’s how he felt when he took it off..
but this was the last time.
jogging along the footpath, he totally forgot that today was the big day in which he was to present himself before the job referral committee. He need a suit; much to his luck, Hugo had a huge sale on today so he could easily grab a suit which could flaunt his true character.
you just don’t suit me anymore
I realise this now
I’ve outgrown you. I’m leaving you behind
I’ve decided to move on.
Find someone else
someone new
I don’t want to waste any more tears on you
I hate you
I’m putting you in the back of the cupboard and walking away.
his suit was black with golden buttons. in his right hand he held a black leather briefcase, one you can lock with a lock. his face was serious and his hair grey.
She put the suit on. The feet were too small once again. Why didn’t the tailors ever get it right? They knew she was going on her first trip to the forest. This forest required special clothing.
“non-suitable”
“Wh-what? That’s not cool! What is that even supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know! You told me to say the first one that would come to my mind, without thinking and I did. I don’t know what it means.”
“When asked to describe me with one adjective, the first one you can think of is “non-suitable”!? Not nice or smart or funny or pretty?”
“This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it? We’re gonna fight now?”
“Non-suitable, Derek! Non-fucking-suitable.
“Well, you are very loud and mean and a fucking dramatic maniac. I can’t ever bring you anywhere, really, because you are a fucking bitch to everyone and blow every little thing way out of fucking proportion. Maybe that’s what I meant.”
“You are just an asshole, aren’t you? Don’t even talk to me.”
“Hey, my fucking pleasure.”
“We’re done, by the way. Like seriously.”
“Sure.”
I watched as the man in the expensive suit exited his car. I watched as he casually glanced in my direction before entering the restaurant where he was to meet his fiance. I sighed and returned to my chips
The suit was suppose to have been picked up by closing time. It wasn’t realized until the next day when needed that it had not been picked up. What to do?
Actually, this should be a brown suit; old and tattered, shining with age. The one in charge of choosing these words must be wearing an old, brown suit. I think I will go buy a new suit.
To bring suit against the evils of life, one must vote. Voting, often is a confusing matter, but to be successful in life one must be informed; thus it is with voting. If it is important to you, learn what it means to be conservative or a liberal then find a candidate who shares your view and bring suit in the ballot box.
I just wrote about a suit, why am I writing about another suit? Is it because it suits me best, or because the person who made this website has a fascination with suits? Oh well.
When men wear suits I get quite a nice feeling inside and I think they may just be a decent person to say hi to. (Unless they’re into 8 year olds or something.)
The man sat in his crumples duit, dejected and sad. He stared after her as she walked away, slowly, hesitatingly. He stood up and almost called out to her, but instead, stria
It’s not about the income. The car bears little weight. It’s the suit which draws prestige to the individual. No longer, though, can we use the expression, ‘the clothes make the man’. A smart pant suite on a woman will go just as far.
the crown of dandelions at one time suited me, with my chapped lips parted sweetly – innocently even. i still glowed white underneath the dark of night, gentle and clean and i used to smell like soap. one day, you came and shattered all that.
yourself….. suit in an office…… the suits shall suit themselves in the office…..suite…. suite of a hotel…… suits suit themselves in a suite…. sue-it….. to sue….. suits sue the suits in the suite…..
He hung his suit in my closet and I didn’t tell him, “No.” He sat at my table and I made him breakfast and pocketed the 20 dollar bill he gave me. It wasn’t until after he was gone that I noticed that my cheque book was missing and my credit card.
Something about being human
you only find in the internet.
In the words
that you just get right away,
without having the same,
“Hi how are you?”
“oh i’m alright”.
All the meaningless words we say
don’t compare
to the anonymous friendship
that comes with reading
those amazing,
connecting words.
There once was a man with a nice lovely suit. Too bad he didn’t realize that such a suit was from a dead man. And that the dead man was his own father.
I feel numb.
I don’t know who i am.
I was as you defined me
I was defined and redefined
Over time I slowly lost pieces
Of myself and what I stood for.
and by the end of it all
I was someone else.
And now that you’re gone
I am left without a definition
Because I changed myself
To better suit you.
And since the time of man has begun, man has chosen to wear suits rather than feces as garb in order to differentiate themselves from chimpanzee. I see no difference.
The suit was wrinkled, an old 1940s suit. It looked so antique. The boy stepped into the brightest room he’s ever seen, and sat in a chair awkwardly. He couldn’t do this. He didn’t belong here. Stupid dances.
“suit yourself” he said, shrugging and turning to pick up something to eat from the table that so mocked my diet plan. I was crushed, I wanted him to fight. But this isn’t a film, and i don’t hear music.
Sometimes I like wearing a suit. It’s fancy. It shows promise. It shows your fancy. I say a gray suit the other day, and it looked super fly. But mostly, it shows that you’re ready. Ready to take on the world. Ready to spread your wings. So ditch the shorts, and pull on the suit.
I like the way gentlemen look in suits. It is like they are prepared for the day. They can make even the ugliest guy look better. So classy and clean. I like the traditional, in black silk.
I wish I was the one who got the job. I bought a new suit for the occasion. It had pin stripes running down the legs and spilling over the shoulders. The man who interviewed me didn’t even notice or comment about it.
today was interesting – it was 3 days after my boyfriend decided to wear a suit to uni.
honestly, he looked awesome in it. I think he should up more often.
hmmm suit up day. what do i wear? i don’t want to hear a suit. do I just wear a dress?
A black suit that makes you look like a penguin that suits you very well. A suit is an article of clothing men like to wear.
The best nights out in Dublin have always been the ones that we suit up for! The awesomeness of the suit can’t be beaten by any other item of clothing. Barney Stintson is a legen-wait for it-dary inspiration!
He pulled the suit on one more time.
That’s what he told himself. It was just one more time.
It felt so right against his skin. It sat so tight, so close, like it was his skin.
That’s how he felt when he took it off..
but this was the last time.
jogging along the footpath, he totally forgot that today was the big day in which he was to present himself before the job referral committee. He need a suit; much to his luck, Hugo had a huge sale on today so he could easily grab a suit which could flaunt his true character.
you just don’t suit me anymore
I realise this now
I’ve outgrown you. I’m leaving you behind
I’ve decided to move on.
Find someone else
someone new
I don’t want to waste any more tears on you
I hate you
I’m putting you in the back of the cupboard and walking away.
his suit was black with golden buttons. in his right hand he held a black leather briefcase, one you can lock with a lock. his face was serious and his hair grey.
She put the suit on. The feet were too small once again. Why didn’t the tailors ever get it right? They knew she was going on her first trip to the forest. This forest required special clothing.
“non-suitable”
“Wh-what? That’s not cool! What is that even supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know! You told me to say the first one that would come to my mind, without thinking and I did. I don’t know what it means.”
“When asked to describe me with one adjective, the first one you can think of is “non-suitable”!? Not nice or smart or funny or pretty?”
“This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it? We’re gonna fight now?”
“Non-suitable, Derek! Non-fucking-suitable.
“Well, you are very loud and mean and a fucking dramatic maniac. I can’t ever bring you anywhere, really, because you are a fucking bitch to everyone and blow every little thing way out of fucking proportion. Maybe that’s what I meant.”
“You are just an asshole, aren’t you? Don’t even talk to me.”
“Hey, my fucking pleasure.”
“We’re done, by the way. Like seriously.”
“Sure.”
I watched as the man in the expensive suit exited his car. I watched as he casually glanced in my direction before entering the restaurant where he was to meet his fiance. I sighed and returned to my chips
The suit was suppose to have been picked up by closing time. It wasn’t realized until the next day when needed that it had not been picked up. What to do?
Actually, this should be a brown suit; old and tattered, shining with age. The one in charge of choosing these words must be wearing an old, brown suit. I think I will go buy a new suit.
To bring suit against the evils of life, one must vote. Voting, often is a confusing matter, but to be successful in life one must be informed; thus it is with voting. If it is important to you, learn what it means to be conservative or a liberal then find a candidate who shares your view and bring suit in the ballot box.
i wera suit to work, navy blue or grey. suit ia also a suit of armour that kniights wore, a suit of cards, like spades, clubs, ets
I just wrote about a suit, why am I writing about another suit? Is it because it suits me best, or because the person who made this website has a fascination with suits? Oh well.
a man in a black suit stands tall and collective. authority. his brows shade his eyes from being seen, a looming appearance, almost frightening.
When men wear suits I get quite a nice feeling inside and I think they may just be a decent person to say hi to. (Unless they’re into 8 year olds or something.)
It is too big and too yellow. But I still think it’s beautiful. Because you’re wearing it.
The man sat in his crumples duit, dejected and sad. He stared after her as she walked away, slowly, hesitatingly. He stood up and almost called out to her, but instead, stria
It’s not about the income. The car bears little weight. It’s the suit which draws prestige to the individual. No longer, though, can we use the expression, ‘the clothes make the man’. A smart pant suite on a woman will go just as far.
He walked, briskly, but with a limp.
JULIA! he thought.
Julia.
He felt his pen poke into his thigh as he moved.
Adjusting his collar, he stopped at the elevator.
He turned the corner of the cards up. 2, 7 suited. What an unsuitable scene for a pair never to be connected, framed by sharp pointed spade.
the crown of dandelions at one time suited me, with my chapped lips parted sweetly – innocently even. i still glowed white underneath the dark of night, gentle and clean and i used to smell like soap. one day, you came and shattered all that.
I never liked suits. Always made me feel fat.
Or this could be a suit in a deck of cards.
Clubs.
Spades.
Diamonds.
Hearts…
yourself….. suit in an office…… the suits shall suit themselves in the office…..suite…. suite of a hotel…… suits suit themselves in a suite…. sue-it….. to sue….. suits sue the suits in the suite…..
Dressed sharply from head to toe
i watched him go,
Hopeless without a square
His pocket square tucked away
suit
I.
He hung his suit in my closet and I didn’t tell him, “No.” He sat at my table and I made him breakfast and pocketed the 20 dollar bill he gave me. It wasn’t until after he was gone that I noticed that my cheque book was missing and my credit card.
graduation tuxedo prom tux business dad hate tie
Something that somebody wears.
It makes people think your important.
It makes you look thinner in some cases.
Something about being human
you only find in the internet.
In the words
that you just get right away,
without having the same,
“Hi how are you?”
“oh i’m alright”.
All the meaningless words we say
don’t compare
to the anonymous friendship
that comes with reading
those amazing,
connecting words.
There once was a man with a nice lovely suit. Too bad he didn’t realize that such a suit was from a dead man. And that the dead man was his own father.
I feel numb.
I don’t know who i am.
I was as you defined me
I was defined and redefined
Over time I slowly lost pieces
Of myself and what I stood for.
and by the end of it all
I was someone else.
And now that you’re gone
I am left without a definition
Because I changed myself
To better suit you.
And since the time of man has begun, man has chosen to wear suits rather than feces as garb in order to differentiate themselves from chimpanzee. I see no difference.
The suit was wrinkled, an old 1940s suit. It looked so antique. The boy stepped into the brightest room he’s ever seen, and sat in a chair awkwardly. He couldn’t do this. He didn’t belong here. Stupid dances.
“suit yourself” he said, shrugging and turning to pick up something to eat from the table that so mocked my diet plan. I was crushed, I wanted him to fight. But this isn’t a film, and i don’t hear music.
Sometimes I like wearing a suit. It’s fancy. It shows promise. It shows your fancy. I say a gray suit the other day, and it looked super fly. But mostly, it shows that you’re ready. Ready to take on the world. Ready to spread your wings. So ditch the shorts, and pull on the suit.
I like the way gentlemen look in suits. It is like they are prepared for the day. They can make even the ugliest guy look better. So classy and clean. I like the traditional, in black silk.