houseofleaves
and this with thee remains.
- Jan 14, 2022
- 549
(sorry for making a thread for such silly vent! i wanted to share this in general chat, but they were having a rather serious discussion there)
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I thought about wearing tomorrow something more interesting than just t-shirt and jeans. So i started to go through my wardrobe, and, well — generally i don't regret anything, i'm sure i'll die a happy person; but beautiful clothes remind me of a life i will never have, and that makes me sad.
So, guys, imagine. A grey costume that would make anyone look like a CEO of a successful company. Perfect with a turtleneck and pearl necklace.
A puffy dress with halter neck, for performances. When i was buying it, i gave special attention to the fabric components so the dress could survive being in a washing machine. I thought i would use it for a long, long time. I had a chance to wear it only once.
Red turtleneck. Looks really good with lipstick of the same color — and i even bought the lipstick. Ah, silly me.
A christmas sweater with deers. I always saved it for some big celebration that i imagined; with friends, champagne and presents opening ceremony. But my friends always spent holidays with their families (in no way i am offended by their choice, family is important!), and i usually cried alone.
Two black blouses with white collars, super cute. I look like a perfect student in them. Bought them to wear to class; and, as you can guess, i don't go to class anymore.
A black slip dress. Kinda revealing, but super classy and elegant (like Paloma's dress from «No time to die»). Thought i would wear it to parties. Again, silly me, lol.
An underwear collection. Beautiful pieces with flower embroidery and ribbons. Thought i would find someone who'd like to date me, haha. I wanted to make eye-catching, tasteful photos wearing this, so this person would look at them and feel special. Bruh.
I collected this clothes and kept them with such love and care — and it doesn't matter. Nothing does matter anymore, except testing SN, buying antiemetics, writing notes, et cetera. Death takes any joy away, c'est la vie.
(Disclaimer: i didn't write this to brag about hOw BeAuTiFuL i Am — i'm pretty fat and my face is average. I just wanted to share my feelings. Please be kind
)
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I thought about wearing tomorrow something more interesting than just t-shirt and jeans. So i started to go through my wardrobe, and, well — generally i don't regret anything, i'm sure i'll die a happy person; but beautiful clothes remind me of a life i will never have, and that makes me sad.
So, guys, imagine. A grey costume that would make anyone look like a CEO of a successful company. Perfect with a turtleneck and pearl necklace.
A puffy dress with halter neck, for performances. When i was buying it, i gave special attention to the fabric components so the dress could survive being in a washing machine. I thought i would use it for a long, long time. I had a chance to wear it only once.
Red turtleneck. Looks really good with lipstick of the same color — and i even bought the lipstick. Ah, silly me.
A christmas sweater with deers. I always saved it for some big celebration that i imagined; with friends, champagne and presents opening ceremony. But my friends always spent holidays with their families (in no way i am offended by their choice, family is important!), and i usually cried alone.
Two black blouses with white collars, super cute. I look like a perfect student in them. Bought them to wear to class; and, as you can guess, i don't go to class anymore.
A black slip dress. Kinda revealing, but super classy and elegant (like Paloma's dress from «No time to die»). Thought i would wear it to parties. Again, silly me, lol.
An underwear collection. Beautiful pieces with flower embroidery and ribbons. Thought i would find someone who'd like to date me, haha. I wanted to make eye-catching, tasteful photos wearing this, so this person would look at them and feel special. Bruh.
I collected this clothes and kept them with such love and care — and it doesn't matter. Nothing does matter anymore, except testing SN, buying antiemetics, writing notes, et cetera. Death takes any joy away, c'est la vie.
(Disclaimer: i didn't write this to brag about hOw BeAuTiFuL i Am — i'm pretty fat and my face is average. I just wanted to share my feelings. Please be kind
)
We could start with the underwear.
