#dressup

16 posts
  • writergirl_inks 10w

    Whether I dress up to
    Clean the toilet & sink or
    Go to beach or party
    It is exactly my point to make

    Geetha

  • ms_dimple__ 19w

    #fashionable#dressup#selflv#

    Fashion is not what you follow that is on trend .

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    Emblish yourself
    For your comfort ;
    Not to show off
    Other pupil .
    ©ms_dimple__

  • mariateresa 22w

    What should I wear?

    Dress for success they say
    I dare to be conventional any day
    My clothes express who I am on the inside
    Wardrobe styled by brightly colored rainbow eyes
    Expressing myself through clothes and jewelry
    Matches my heart and shows my beauty
    Shining from the inside out
    Making a bold statement for which there is no doubt
    ©mariateresa

  • tathagatkaushik 75w

    ���� Lamo kya soch h ����
    .
    .We dress up for people we want to
    Be naked with... #desire #desires #dressup #people #want #naked #thoughts #lust

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    We dress up for people we want to
    Be naked with...

    ©tathagatkaushik

  • aasthabajpai65 76w

    Dress up

    I would dress the way I want
    How I'm looking,you don't need to taunt
    My dress might be loose or tight
    But to pass comment is not your right
    Yes I would open my hair once or twice
    But you don't need to give advice
    I would wear the dress may be short
    I don't care about you,as the dress my parents have bought
    Yes my straps are visible to you
    Thats my business to which you have nothing to do......
    ©aasthabajpai65

  • caffeinatedbitchface 79w

    Playing "dress up" never gets old, it just gets more expensive.
    ©caffeinatedbitchface

  • _rakhi 114w

    Confidence makes you look perfect, no matter what you are wearing!!!
    ©_rakhi

  • sarcaster_loger 127w

    Something good....

    Don't match your shoes with shirt, try to match your words with your deeds☆
    ©go_ahead_make_my_day

  • sandra_panta 128w

    I dressed, dress and shall be dressing up for the sake of *my* self satisfaction. I do believe I have self-love greater than yours for no one's compliment or criticism affect the lining of my eyeliner. It blooms better with practice. The blush blends on my cheeks with my growing love for myself. The more I fall for myself, the more it blends and blends well. How surprisingly your opinion doesn't matter if I decide to go naked or cover myself with wraps and colours! You see, I contour dreaming of creating a fresh new look every time and lesser than rare that someone will go "omg". And fresh here means refreshing my own mind, not obliging by your expectations. Why you have to decide my limits if it's not under legal rules? What I have to do with your perception anyway? Let the application of my foundation be 'so-called fake' like the delightful words of equality on your tongue. Let my bare face of dark circles and discolouration be covered with concealer like you covering your narrow passage of thoughts out in the world. Let my brows be fake 'instagram-trend' like your mind being hopeless society-slave. I embrace my false lashes equally to yours show-off support to homosexuals. Your universality will be murmured by 'so-called cultured' citizens of the world as like my redlips will always play the part of rebellion. I wrap my 'so-called uncultured' mini dress with 6 inches heels that leads to *some* men being uncontrollable of their sexual desires.
    Dear ladies, your sons and husbands are not to be blamed because they are 'men'! You and 'your aroused macho' decides the length of my dress, the colour of my face, the truth of my soul... and you expect us to seal our tongues, but alas! A *NO* by .. The Radfems.
    #equality #respect #women #strongwomen #support #girlpower #makeup #dressup #hope #feminism #radicalfeminist #radfems

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    The Radfems.


    ©sandra_panta

  • jadajennings 133w

    STATUESQUE

    Heavy-handed tyranny,
    mixed with bits of love,
    until I called your bluff.
    Your poetic show pony,
    shiny apple of your lies,
    arm candy for disguise.
    A misogynist revealed,
    I repudiated your rules,
    hate making you a fool.
    ©jadajennings

  • itsanonymous 136w

    Get up!

    No matter what you feel inside, no matter how broken are u, no matter how tired are u;
    Get up!
    Dress up!
    Show up!
    No matter if you are willing to do something or not,
    No matter if the world thinks you are worthless,
    No matter if you have no support;
    You gotta get up!
    Dress up!
    Show up!
    You know why?
    Cuz u need to show that your existence makes a difference..
    Despite of all the harships u hve gone through, you're still standing straight facing the damn world..
    Trust me, it makes u the strongest and the most powerful person who is unbreakable among all those out there..
    ©itsanonymous

  • amit13saini 141w

    When men and women who workout,
    Wear corporate dresses,
    They go pretty far......
    ©amit13saini

  • paulwrites 159w

    @_suruchi_ @surreal @watchsaad @parikshagaur903 @nakshatrasuroshi @thesoulgazer @angelicface @_aryasmita_ @eye_of_iris @sreemoyee_

    #orchardhouse #novel #serial #serialnovel #romance #love #couples #lovers #desire #passion #longing #redemption #destiny #fate #drama #romantic #party #dancing #dressup

    Orchard House & The Heart of Everything

    Part 45: Dressed For The Party

    Inside the house we fixed up some sandwiches and sat down at the kitchen island to eat. After taking a few bites, Summer set down her Turkey and Swiss and looked over at me. “How did he know where to find us?” she asked.

    “What?”

    “Earl. How did he know we were here?”

    She made a good point. We didn’t tell him where we were staying that day we went to see him, so how did he know? My only guess was the fact this was a small community and people talk. As intrusive as it may sound, everybody knows everybody’s business, and in the case of two strangers loving all over the place, I’m sure news gets around. I conveyed this to Summer and she seemed to accept this.

    “I don’t like it,“ she muttered. “I don’t mind being talk of the town, but I don’t like him waiting on our doorstep. The next person that does that I’m liable to slug them.”

    I laughed and she gave me a look to say that she was serious, which made me laugh more. I could just see her now punching out a milkman or postal employee. When I said so, she couldn’t help but grin with an added, “Hope the girl scouts aren’t out selling cookies…”

    After we finished up our sandwiches, Summer went up to her room to change. “A girl can’t be looking like she just got in from picking taters when she’s dancing.”

    I stepped into my designated room to try to upgrade my jeans and t-shirt as well. Changing into dark khakis and a button up ruffled white shirt, I threw on the only thing I had that looked formal, a black dinner jacket that was missing half of its buttons. Why in the world I even packed such a thing I didn’t know. I guess it had sentimental feeling as it was the same jacket I had worn at my parent’s funeral. Somehow it didn’t seem appropriate to wear it to a happy party afterwards, but I wanted to look halfway nice for my lady. I made sure the ruffled cuffs of my shirt hung out from the jacket sleeves and wondered what my brother would think of me now, dressing up to go out with a girl to a party. Ashley had always wanted to party, but I was never happy at those kinds of things. With her, I felt like a poor excuse for a wallflower, but here and now with Summer, I didn’t feel like a drab piece of the scenery. I was the focal point of the room, or at least of her vision. This proved to be true when I heard her go, “Wow, not bad,” in the doorway. I turned to her voice and soon lost mine.

    She was wearing a dress that seemed like she had painted it on. A low cut V dominated the bodice, revealing the shapely swell of her breasts with just enough tease without being trashy. The dress hugged her hips before flowering out so her legs would have room to move. The hem stopped at just above the knee giving one a great view of her smooth legs down to the matching red shoes she wore. It didn’t matter that the shoes were chucks; she still looked elegant and beautiful. With very little makeup and just a light curl to her hair, her natural beauty came shining through so much I felt she would be the envy of both men and women alike tonight. I was in such awe of her, it took awhile for my voice to come back.

    “Wow doesn’t quite describe you, but it’s all I got right now,” I said.

    She spun around so that I could see the outfit fully. “You like?”

    “I adore,” I replied. “I am the luckiest man that ever lived.”

    She smiled and put her arms around my neck. “I’m the luckiest girl.”

    She kissed me lightly on the lips and I tasted vanilla. “I am going to be so jealous every time someone looks at you,” I confessed.

    “Mmmm, don’t be, though a girl does like to know her man wants her all to himself.”

    “Oh I do. But I feel as I’m just a little under dressed.” I stepped back to admire her again. “You look amazing, Summer.”

    “Thank you. You look very nice too. I love the ruffled shirt.”

    I nervously tugged at the sleeve. “Yeah this was part of my…” I stopped. I couldn’t go dancing with her in a jacket missing half its buttons or even dark drab khakis I had worn so many times. This was a special occasion, a coming out party so to speak, our first day stepping out as lovers who were not afraid to say the words that went along with the feeling. Summer looked absolutely ravishing and tonight she would catch every man’s eye whether she intended to or not. Every guy would look at me and ask, what’s she doing with this clown? He can’t even dress properly. Every girl would be thinking, she could do better. This wouldn’t do at all.

    “Give me a minute,” I said, and she gave me a strange look as I led her out in the hall. “I’ll be just a minute, okay?”

    I closed the door on her worried face and went over to my closet, taking off the poor excuse of a jacket as I went. Flinging open the doors, I looked inside and pulled out the ensemble that would tell everyone I was more than worthy of Summer. Every man would feel underdressed, and every girl would be like wow, why can’t my man look that good tonight? I stared at the outfit on the hanger, wondering why I had even brought it along. It’s not like I thought I would ever need it. I don’t know why I never turned it back in. At the time I thought I needed a memento of just how messed up things had gotten. Now however, it seemed to be a reminder of what could be someday.



    When I came out of the bedroom, Summer was pacing the hallway. She was all the way at the other end with her back to me, and when she turned at the sound of the opening door, she stopped. It only took a second for her face to light up and smile in a way that said she more than approved. She was now in awe of me, too.

    “Now I’m underdressed,” she happily sighed.

    I turned so she could see the full ensemble down to the black wingtip shoes.

    “Wow, wow, and more wow,” she said, taking in my attire. “I feel like a construction worker getting ready to make catcalls as the sexy thing walks by.”

    “It’s not too much?” I knew it was, but I didn’t care. People were going to know we were at the party tonight, over dressed and on fire. I straightened my tie and made sure my cuff links were fixed right. I picked a piece of lint off the red vest.

    “I have to ask.” Summer said. “Is this your tux from the wedding?”

    “Yeah,” I admitted. “I kind of failed to return it on time.”

    “Man, that girl is so stupid. If I was her, I would fling myself off the nearest cliff for not wanting you.”

    I smiled. “Well, she doesn’t matter now. You’re all that matters to me.”

    She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Really?”

    “I don’t want anyone but you, Summer. And I want you to want no one but me.”

    “No worries there, boyfriend.” She put her lips to mine. “I love you so much,” she breathed. As her lips pressed fully upon my own, and I clutched her tightly to me, I found myself wishing we could just skip the party and dance alone in the comforts of Orchard House.

    We watched from the safety of the living room window as all the people started arriving for the street party. The music hadn’t begun as of yet, but the road was lined with cars, and people filled the dirt road, mingling with friends and strangers alike. It was hard to believe there were so many people in this area, but I guess it was known among surrounding environs too, and so party goers were arriving from other towns. We could see vendors setting up, and the artist village was expanding to allow other craftsmen and women to set up their handmade wares. Not wanting to be the first at the party, we had purposely hung back, preferring to wait until the music began. We were already getting nervous jitters from the realization we were going to be majorly overdressed. So, we sat on the couch like two kids waiting for their ride to the prom. Finally, we heard the tuning of guitars as the band in the amphitheater prepared to let it rip. There was a whine of feedback and then the band kicked off things with a rousing burst of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “The House is a-rocking.”

    I looked to Summer. “You ready for a party?”

    Nervously she laughed. “I’m not sure.”

    I leaned over and kissed her. “Now or never?”

    She grinned and stood up, straightening her dress. “Now.”

    “Let’s do it, before I chicken out.” I got up to join her. “Hope you don’t expect me to dance.”

    She grabbed my hand. “I sure do.”

    “Great,” I mumbled as she pulled me out the door to head down the hill.

    TO BE CONTINUED

    Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

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    Orchard House 45
    Dressed For The Party


    #orchardhouse

  • yellowroses 172w

    Game of dress up

    Let's play a game
    Let's dress up
    To become someone else
    To become what we want
    Cosplay your choice
    To look how you want
    A dash of paint
    To change up that face
    A bit of art
    With yourself- the model
    Play around with jewelry
    Play around with faces
    Pose and feel free
    To be who you'll be
    ©trees_are_life

  • shreya_z 209w

    The best feeling while in school _ when your weekend was a blast and now you cannot wait to see your crush on Monday

    ©shreya19

  • tamperann 215w

    The days you feel sad, take a shower, dress up, make up and show up. Yass!! We go up!
    ©tamperann