I wear a suit each and every day. I own seven of all the same color, fit, price, and everything else that could possibly be identical about them. I dream that one day, I can change the color of these suits, and perhaps with that, change the colors of my life.
The man took off his suit. He was so tired, exhausted. He’d never felt that level of weariness in his body before. HIs suit that he had so proudly donned just 12 hours earlier, now emitted an odor of sweat, of cheap colonge.
Sometimes i look at a suit and wonder what is beneth it. What kind of man is he? Where does he come from? Is he happy with who he is when he looks in the mirror? A suit is just a suit.
The man’s suit, a dark grey with pale pink pinstripes, caught my attention. The color played up his dark, salt and pepper hair. The pink brought out his green eyes, which seemed to have flecks of the pink to match the stripes. Together, this piece made him look taller, more debonair than a man sitting on the street begging for change would normally appear. It made me think about why he was holding that cup, asking for anything I could spare.
it didn’t suit her. The bright yellow dress was too tight in the wrong places, too loose in others. It was perfect, as far as I was concerned. I can’t lie, the image of her there, looking far less than adorable simply made my day. I am a bitter girl
powerful men wear suits. sometimes youll see a lot of suits at a funeral, business meeting or lawyers offices. suits value money and power over morailty, getting out there and even their own families.
He smiled down at me with a devilish grin. As he reached up to loosen his tie, I tightened my grip on the sheets. Was this really happening? I observed as he peeled off his suit, piece by piece. Tie, jacket, shirt, belt…
A suit sat, rather forlornly, in the shop window. Dust covered the smart folds of cloth, and the cane next to it, completing it, was rather worn. Black dress shoes rested underneath, as neglected as its counterparts. I sighed, and stepped inside. The shop made no money, and my life was as uninteresting and disappointing as the goods I sold.
you wear a suit for dressy occasions, there are suits for guys or girls. There is also a suit in cards. It can also be used as a verb, something can suit you.
“This suit makes me feel like a man. But I’m not. Not yet. I’m not ready to be an adult. I just want to go to Neverland. I never want to have to grow up.”
Her heart beat like a thousand trains were speeding towards her, and she only had seconds to live. His eyes were shining, and his suit was black, and he was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room. “You’re my universe,” he whispered, as they walked out into the night as dark as his suit-eyes-hair [and soul].
I’d love to see my man in a suit – and he’ll take me out… and the stars will be especially bright and I’ll notice them, smile sweetly and not say anything because I’ll be too happy right then to say aloud – look at the stars.
People always wear these weird suits. Always. They go on and on about how they’re normal and really, we’re all the same. We all go and do the same thing, have the same relationships. We’re all “suits”. I dont’ want to be a suit.
It was itchy, scratchy and uncomfortable. The tie was tight and the pants were stiff. My name was called and I stood. In front of the Magistrate in my grey copper suit.
businjes, work, sad, nurse case, job donald trump band clairnet saaxaphone busy man tired stressed needs vacation. wooow you serious. very succselful big man rich macys shopping tie bows shoes slacks blouses and socks. fabulos.
Suits represent working. PEople need a suit to work, although they actually dont. Suits get people to work because people are used to working in them. Being in a suit makes people work.
the suit is always a problem on the train. when I sit, it crumples and when I sweat it gathers and scratches. I never feel very comfortable in a suit, yet we are almost required to wear them to work. Why? why be unhappy at work?
Suits. Suits are elegant things. I think of things like concerts, soirees, reunions, dinners – elegant, professional, and smart. I sometimes wish I could
formal business attire for interviews and the work place, new york city, hemmed, fitted garment, professsional, something that is appropriate for someone, it suits them, funeral,
the suit was way too small for him – he felt like it might tear if he flexed his arms at all. He didn’t want to grow up, he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. He didn’t want to wear this to prom, because prom meant being an almost-adult. He didn’t feel like an adult yet, not at all.
I already did this one. This is a stupid site if it just gives you the same words over and over again. I will file suit. I am going to sue OneWord for this. I don’t know, I think people have sued for stupider things before.
I wear a suit each and every day. I own seven of all the same color, fit, price, and everything else that could possibly be identical about them. I dream that one day, I can change the color of these suits, and perhaps with that, change the colors of my life.
A suit is just cloth woven. It is who wears the suit who makes me curious. Where does he come from? What is his story? Everyone has a story.
The man took off his suit. He was so tired, exhausted. He’d never felt that level of weariness in his body before. HIs suit that he had so proudly donned just 12 hours earlier, now emitted an odor of sweat, of cheap colonge.
I love men in suits,so handsome and manly. Am i a sex addicted? Why i though that?
Sometimes i look at a suit and wonder what is beneth it. What kind of man is he? Where does he come from? Is he happy with who he is when he looks in the mirror? A suit is just a suit.
it was a beautiful suit. a deep blue, just like the night sky.
The man’s suit, a dark grey with pale pink pinstripes, caught my attention. The color played up his dark, salt and pepper hair. The pink brought out his green eyes, which seemed to have flecks of the pink to match the stripes. Together, this piece made him look taller, more debonair than a man sitting on the street begging for change would normally appear. It made me think about why he was holding that cup, asking for anything I could spare.
it didn’t suit her. The bright yellow dress was too tight in the wrong places, too loose in others. It was perfect, as far as I was concerned. I can’t lie, the image of her there, looking far less than adorable simply made my day. I am a bitter girl
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powerful men wear suits. sometimes youll see a lot of suits at a funeral, business meeting or lawyers offices. suits value money and power over morailty, getting out there and even their own families.
I don’t wear swimsuits. They’re much too revealing.
the man was tall and light. not tall and dark, beautiful skin, like porceilan against the blakcness of his eyes.
He smiled down at me with a devilish grin. As he reached up to loosen his tie, I tightened my grip on the sheets. Was this really happening? I observed as he peeled off his suit, piece by piece. Tie, jacket, shirt, belt…
A suit sat, rather forlornly, in the shop window. Dust covered the smart folds of cloth, and the cane next to it, completing it, was rather worn. Black dress shoes rested underneath, as neglected as its counterparts. I sighed, and stepped inside. The shop made no money, and my life was as uninteresting and disappointing as the goods I sold.
But that was life. What could I do?
you wear a suit for dressy occasions, there are suits for guys or girls. There is also a suit in cards. It can also be used as a verb, something can suit you.
“This suit makes me feel like a man. But I’m not. Not yet. I’m not ready to be an adult. I just want to go to Neverland. I never want to have to grow up.”
Her heart beat like a thousand trains were speeding towards her, and she only had seconds to live. His eyes were shining, and his suit was black, and he was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room. “You’re my universe,” he whispered, as they walked out into the night as dark as his suit-eyes-hair [and soul].
Put down the three of clubs. “Which suit?”
“Clubs.”
“Oh.” I put down the three and our game faces slide on. We are ready to battle.
I didn’t think the outfit really suited her, but if she insisted on it… well, who am I to judge? Lime green was just never my thing.
up.
i felt invisible. this suit fit me like a glove. i would get this job i thought as i walked into the office. i needed this.
I’d love to see my man in a suit – and he’ll take me out… and the stars will be especially bright and I’ll notice them, smile sweetly and not say anything because I’ll be too happy right then to say aloud – look at the stars.
suit is something you wear. its also a verb. one must always suit his or her surroundings.
People always wear these weird suits. Always. They go on and on about how they’re normal and really, we’re all the same. We all go and do the same thing, have the same relationships. We’re all “suits”. I dont’ want to be a suit.
It was itchy, scratchy and uncomfortable. The tie was tight and the pants were stiff. My name was called and I stood. In front of the Magistrate in my grey copper suit.
businjes, work, sad, nurse case, job donald trump band clairnet saaxaphone busy man tired stressed needs vacation. wooow you serious. very succselful big man rich macys shopping tie bows shoes slacks blouses and socks. fabulos.
swim_, law_, _-able.
suit well the last time i wore a suit was for a wedding I was in, i ushered grandmothers down the aisle. i was lookin sharp in that suit.
other than that i will never wear a suit or have a suit and tie job. whatever suits me right? sweet.
Always a cool thing to wear in my opinion. The only problem is it’s so hard to get on!
Suits represent working. PEople need a suit to work, although they actually dont. Suits get people to work because people are used to working in them. Being in a suit makes people work.
I already wrote about suits….
Can I get a new word please?
the suit is always a problem on the train. when I sit, it crumples and when I sweat it gathers and scratches. I never feel very comfortable in a suit, yet we are almost required to wear them to work. Why? why be unhappy at work?
meet the requirement/taste; as noun a set of tailored formal dress. It suits me to visit the place tomorrow.
Suits. Suits are elegant things. I think of things like concerts, soirees, reunions, dinners – elegant, professional, and smart. I sometimes wish I could
formal business attire for interviews and the work place, new york city, hemmed, fitted garment, professsional, something that is appropriate for someone, it suits them, funeral,
suit yourself.. he’s wearing one nice suit.
get suited up; you’re going in.
Aunzu7gTeuer, edel, elegant, Hochzeit, Beerdigung, unbequem,
the suit was way too small for him – he felt like it might tear if he flexed his arms at all. He didn’t want to grow up, he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. He didn’t want to wear this to prom, because prom meant being an almost-adult. He didn’t feel like an adult yet, not at all.
Black. Striped. All over the place. How could one decide between them all? So many, all different colors and patterns. Then ties and shirts to match.
I already did this one. This is a stupid site if it just gives you the same words over and over again. I will file suit. I am going to sue OneWord for this. I don’t know, I think people have sued for stupider things before.