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Every day each of us wakes up, reaches into drawers and closets, pulls out a costume for the day and proceeds to dress in a style that can only be called preposterous.
I'm just so bwessed.
It's as if they're wearing a lie, but it doesn't fit them.' Trista tried to straighten her thoughts. 'They haven't buttoned it the right way, so it's baggy in some places and coming away in others.
I don't think I should be underestimated.
(Kaylee) Tell me I'm pretty, Wash.
(Wash) Were I unwed I would take you in a manly fashion.
(kaylee) Because I'm pretty?
(Wash) Because you're pretty.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
This wasn't strong-willed, fly-by-the-seat-of-her-miniskirt Kate that I'd befriended last year. You think you know a girl- and then she goes and loses her virginity at a Mardi Gras party and goes soft.
That was the word she used to describe herself - fit. A.J. would've used other words. Like holy shit and sweet baby Jesus.
A) If it were up to me, Alison, you'd never wear clothes again. Nor, for that matter, would I ...
Things not to say.
At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.
Underpants! Underpants!
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
I'm not wild ... pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm ... dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous.
If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.
Her skirt was nice, but she was wearing a dull-colored blouse that wasn't at all attractive. I'd have to remember to tell her not to wear it when she was with me if the two of us were going to get together, I thought
I was unfashionable before anyone knew who I was.
Suki is the nation's ideal girlfriend, a woman for whom bubbliness is a way of life, verging on a disorder.
I'm not fashionable.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
Don't uncork what you can't contain
Not very ladylike.
Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in, fell a trifle short of the wearer's expectation.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
You're not safe with me." He reached for the neckline of her bodice and yanked it together. While he fumbled to fasten it, Beatrix hiked up the side of her dress. A tug and a wriggle, and her petticoat dropped to the floor.
"I can undress faster than you can dress me," she informed him.
With all the insolence she swallowed, it was a wonder her corsets still laced. Retort after rejoinder after sharp-edged remark: Why do you address me? What can I possibly have to say to a man who would split a pair of fives? Be quiet. Go to sleep. Go away. Come back when you have another erection.
I might look like a honey-eyed schoolgirl on the outside, in my skirt with its regulation four-inches-above-the-knee hem. But I'll rip those tassels off your shoes, old man. Just try Googling me.
Snooty high heels.
I didn't want to, even in my imagination, even for a second, to conflate this sophisticated woman with my mother, a woman so frugal and clueless that she had once given me - to have! to know! to wear! - her stretch black lace underwear that had shrunk in the dryer, though I was only ten.
I'm sorry to disturb you, madam,' said Nurse, 'but I thought I'd better speak to you. It's about Miss Delia's knickers' she continued, after a glance at the Vicar and a rapid decision that his cloth protected him. 'She really hasn't a pair fit to wear...
You been going through my undies?" I asked. Bruiser's mouth twitched. " 'Cause all I got with me are the travel undies. The leather, silk, and lace stuff is all in the mountains."
"You got leather undies?" Bruiser asked, intrigued. [ ... ]
I smiled, showing teeth. "Nope.
There was no dignified way to answer a question about your underwear.
What's that?" she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, that? That's just Pillover."
"And what's a pillover, when it's at home?"
"My little brother."
"Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
You think I'm gross?" Grayson asked.
"Yes, I do. You are so horny it's unhealthy. You burb in my face every time you eat onions, and you don't bother to leave the room before you fart. This afternoon you dripped your sweat on me. On purpose!
You might loosen your corset strings," he advised. "It will make your journey more pleasant."
"I'm not wearing a c-corset," she said without looking at him.
"You aren't? My God." His gaze slid over her with expert assessment.
The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.
Corset,' Mrs. Erskine? I don't understand." Because she was trussed up in one herself, she couldn't comprehend how Ariah had escaped hers.
At that moment, noticing that his embroidered handkerchief was revealing part of its coloured edging, he thrust it back into his pocket with a startled glance, like a prudish but not innocent woman concealing bodily charms which in her excessive modesty she sees as wanton.
Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.
It's always better to be underdressed.
I'm underrealized," Lula said. "I gotta lot of untapped potential. Yesterday my horoscope said I gotta expand my horizons." "You expand any more in that dress, and you'll get yourself arrested," Connie said.
Twelve Sharp
There wasn't enough fabric in her shirt to sew together a pair of panties.
Magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life.
I'm much too modest a person.
Vulnerable, messed-up, inadequate
A woman without a degree of decency and delicacy is unsexed.
The best jokes are uncalled-for.
Well, somebody got the deluxe package."
He turned at last to face the intruder. She was in her mid-to-late twenties. Wearing a no-muss T-shirt and jeans. She went without makeup, a rarity for L.A., and there was no jewelry either.
When it comes to fashion, even the most sensible woman is not to be trusted.
You're unbelievable,' said Rosie. 'Look at me when I'm talking.'
I kept looking out the window. I was already over-stimulated.
'I know what you look like.
The preacher said, "She looks tar'd.' "Women's always tar'd,' said Tom. "That's just the way women is, 'cept at meetin' once an' again.
Special kinda warm,
She unzipped her oversized flannel onesie, created especially for women not interested in finding a man, and tossed it on the bed.
The dress was cut so queerly I couldn't wear any sort of a bra under it, but that didn't matter much as I was skinny as a boy and barely rippled, and I liked feeling almost naked on the hot summer nights.
I told my girls, 'Look at Rihanna: She's one of the biggest pop stars in the world. She's really famous, really powerful, really rich. Yet in every single video she can only wear panties. Poor Rhianna! We'll know when she is properly powerful and successful when we see her in a lovely cardigan.'
I don't give a damn what they say about me, but nobody's going to talk behind their hands about you. Where the hell did you get that skirt? he exploded. Tarts U Us?
I'm just dandy, I got a bowl of chocolate pudding in my underpants
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
I'm not unfaithful, darling. I've plenty of faults but I'm very faithful. You'll be sick of me I'll be so faithful.
I had made the unwise decision to have my old clothes bagged and wear my fancy new finds home, so that I could debut my new look to the world at large. The reaction had been mixed at best, but often Tyne and wear was unable to keep up with my style savvy, so I didn't let it dishearten me.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Tracksuit bottoms, said William. That day I didn't want to speak. I was only there because I couldn't face the silence of my little flat. I had a sudden, sneaking
HIs slower mind could not keep pace with her swift reactions; his emotions, not easily aroused, were still less easily subdued. Always he felt himself left far behind her, dull, clumsy, insensitive, too fond, too gross, too awkward.
Oh my god, my genitals are slutty. This
I never cared for fashion much, amusing little seams and witty little pleats: it was the girls I liked.
Appropriate is overrated.
I nod seriously, "Supes."
"You're mocking me."
"A little bit."
"People say supes!"
"What people?"
"I can't believe you're shaming me right now. I'm very sensitive about my use of cool vernacular."
"Then we're good. Because you haven't used any." I flash a grin.
They always always understimate women
She was quietly lovely, unassumingly pretty, completely unaware that at some point between awkwardness and adulthood she had grown so appealing. And because she was unaware, she became more appealing still.
I'm too sexy for my cape...
There's just something about you, Bess. You're sweeter than the aroma of the blueberry muffin I devoured with you, prettier than the sun setting over the ocean back home, and tangier than the lemons you squeeze into your water.
He's made a mistake in coming here tonight. He'd wanted to see a room filled with ruffly knickknacks and lacy gewgaws. A room like any other, to indicate that she was a woman like any other.
Too flowery. Too short. Too pink." [Ciara] went through all her outrageously feminine, frilly, and sometimes almost see-through tops and I shot each one down. "Too cropped. Too rufflely. Too strappy. That's still pink. Not enough shirt." - Andy
I'm not big on women looking naive.
Kudra was amused by Alobar's tentative polka until her eyes fell upon the tumescent protrusion dancing with him. Disgusting she thought. An erection is just inappropriate. Then she realized with a shock that she was so wet that children could have sailed toy boats in her underpants.
I don't want to hear any words like that while I'm here. Scout, you'll get in trouble if you go around saying things like that. You want to grow up to be a lady, don't you?'
I said not particularly.
Panties?! Now you know you don't wear no damn panties, Sean!" "Chile, you don't know what I got on under here!
Sorry about that."
"You didn't hear me complaining."
I raised an eyebrow and said, "Forget about it. You will never see me in that skirt."
"Never? Is that a challenge, love?"
"It's a promise.
Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius
Clarke, define resplendent. I think it's shining, sir. Pithy, Clarke, but adequate. McCourt, give us a sentence with pithy. Clarke is pithy but adequate, sir. Adroit, McCourt. You have a mind for the priesthood, my boy, or politics. Think of that.
Years later when she was being eccentric, had shed her corset and let her arse spread unhindered by anything but her perpetual dressing gown.
Hey, Cammie... tell Suzie she's a lucky cat."
Have sexier words ever been spoken? I seriously think not!
I'm getting the feeling that you two don't like me. - Kristy
In public, you're Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you're Jocelyn Butler - you're hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet," he breathed. "I like that I know that. I don't like the fact that other men do too.
Decent is the last way I want you, she said, skimming her fingers over my stomach, my lower stomach. My lower lower stomach, AKA the last part of exposed skin that, had my towel been hanging any lower, would have been considered indecent.
But I'm not wearing the appropriate clothes for the occasion.
"You're always more than appropriate.
sartorial splendor with a long, speculative survey
I just want to let you know that when I look into my future, I see nothing but you." That's what Chaz had whispered in my ear at some point during the wedding last night.
Then he'd whispered. "And you're not even wearing Spanx.
I made a snap decision between pink and black. I didn't want to seem like a pervert digging around in your lingerie drawer.'
'No, you're a pervert for gawking at me from below the neck to above my knees.
Am I ... not what you were expecting?
Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you're not what I was expecting. You're so heavy and solid and masculine that I just want to climb you like a tree, and maybe live on your face for a couple of decades.
Don't tempt me. Now, what are you wearing?"
"A hoodie and drawstring pants too, I guess.""Anything underneath?"
"I don't typically walk around without underwear."
"Typically?"
"Only on special occasions."
"Christ. I meant under your hoodie
I am pretty unextraordinary." "I reject that out of hand. Think of something you like. The first thing that comes to mind.
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
Conceited little mega-puppy.
Ladies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!
If you're too embarrassed and want to hide behind your computer screen, that's what this is for. It's about building confidence and that's what U by Kotex does. Girls owning their bodies and health.
She's not pretty. Little, funny Fernie. She's not pretty. Poor Fernie.
I'm a regular supra man
Temperamentally unfitted for romance
I don't know, I like the word sassy.