Tulle may or may not be my thing

Updated on Apr 01, 2013
Msdressy dress - faux shearling Zara coat
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Cristina_Barna 's Thoughts:

I never wanted to be a bride. The time for me to wear the whitest white dress, wide enough to cover the lot of my past unhappiness and defeat which keeps showing twisted disabled heads from all my shorter dresses and skirts, will never come. A tiara, I would wear. With a cotton dress and a pair of pointed wedges. A bunch of white flowers, I would hug dearly. I’d put them in a vase on the kitchen table, in the spot where sunlight draws a slightly uneven rectangle around 9 am, in May. A bridal dress, I’d surely wear. A grey tulle one, in the cringing cold of a desolate market hall, on a Saturday afternoon. I’d have a good friend walk around me and take pictures of me, while I would feel strangely out of place, unimaginably tired and ugly, my hair all scruffy and awful, my hands blue and wrinkled, frozen near to the of bones…

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thithi
thithi on April 01
nice dress
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