You just landed that job you have been fawning over for weeks. Sweet! Now you have to build your wardrobe for work, but have no idea what to buy. ILoveMenInSuits is here to help. This guide will keep your suit style to the basics, which is great for a noob like you.
Buy three suits to start. A charcoal suit, a navy blue suit and a grey suit. Save the black suit for funerals. Once you become more established, you can buy suits with different patterns such as pinstripe or windowpane.
The style of your jacket should be a two-button (only fasten the top button). It does not matter if the jacket is single or double vented. It is your choice.
The lapels on your jacket should be a happy medium. Not too wide, but not super slim either. Shoot for 2 inches wide. Also, notched lapels are the best option because of their simplicity.
The pants of your suit should not have any pleats. You are a young guy so do not dress like your grandpa.
Keep it simple with solids. Rotate among white, light blue and light pink. Again, once you get further into your career, you can add different colors or patterns such as stripes, windowpane or even gingham.
There is such a range of collars for dress shirts, but keep it classic with a semispread collar. Down the road, you’ll be able to rock the cutaway collar just like Becks.
Keep the ties slim. They should be no smaller than 2 inches and no bigger than 3 inches.
At first shop mainly for solid-colored ties. Later on you can get fancy with endless possibilities of patterns. Good colors to stick to are navy blue, burgundy, grey and black.
If wearing a bow tie is up your alley, then go for it!
There are loads of styles, colors and materials of dress shoes. But you should buy three pairs of oxfords. One in black, dark brown and burgundy. Now, you have plenty of freedom when picking what type of oxford you want: plain, cap toe or wingtip (brogue). Here’s a guide on what color shoes go with what color suit.
And remember, say no to square-toed shoes!
Hope this guide left you feeling more confident about your style choices for your new job.
know the journal I’m not supposed to read. I
know the corners where lying dogs sleep. I
know they awaken when the caged bird sings. I
know the tissue paper skin on my face, grey from the words I’m too tired to
know love in abstraction, unconditional anonymity. I
know diamond tipped bow ties and pink peplum processionals adorning the
memories of nights I felt sexy. I
know discussions of gender never hung right on me, tied up in ribbons and
defiant hair braiding. I
know how much ink I have spilt rehearsing the assertion that I don’t know much
of anything, really.
I don't know what to do, a boy who I was recently with has stopped even texting me back. We had done stuff and he definitely planned on taking my vcard. At one point we were pretty close but when he saw fresh cuts on my stomach. Before this he had seen scars on my stomach and we discussed it and he was very supportive. But after he saw them this time he started acting weird. We talked sporadically afterwards but he told me things couldn't be the same and has now completely cut ties. I love him:(
I know how bad this must hurt sunshine. But trust me, he is not deserving of your love if he doesn’t know how to deal with your struggles. Topics like these can be unsettling for a lot of people because they may not know how to handle or react to it, and that’s fine for them, but you need someone who can be totally and constantly supportive of you. You should not love someone who cannot love all of you in return, bruises and scars and all. Your struggles should not phase him and they should not make him care for you less. You deserve someone who is not afraid to love and care for every single last piece of you.
A me piaceva immaginare.
A te piaceva agire.
A me piaceva leggere.
A te piaceva “vivere davvero”.
Io mi nascondevo dietro i capelli, felpe enormi, qualsiasi cosa che mi facesse passare anonima e inosservata.
Tu amavi essere al centro dell'attenzione.
A me piaceva il mare.
Tu non sapevi nuotare.
Io non sapevo ballare.
A te piaceva ballare.
Io sapevo amare.
Tu sapevi giocare, e anche bene.
A me piacevi tu.
E anche a te, piacevi tu.
Il suo egoismo e narcisismo, mi hanno portata alla disperazione e alla frustrazione più totale. Ma amavo anche quegli aspetti del suo carattere.
please be patient
I have more baggage than the Von Trapp family at an airport
I once loved a boy
That tied cement blocks to my heart
And then pushed me into the ocean
I hate the parts of me that still love him
I scold them
I told them
“You’re so used to winning,
But you can’t win ‘em all”
I’m still learning what
constructive criticism is
The truth is
I look for his face in a crowd
More often than I’m comfortable admitting
there might be days
That I can’t get the taste of him
Out of my mouth
But please believe me when I say
That I have used every mouthwash under the sun
Scrubbed my tongue dry
Only to find that
Whiskey works best
Perhaps the days
That you’re lonely in bed
You’ll remember what I said
“I am mine
Before I am ever anyone else’s”
And that’s true
I am my own
But goddamn, was I yours too.
But the lies of your lips were nothing but void without melody. You once sang to me, your voice could breeze my hair and make me feel warm, but the ink of your voice painted a mark on my face and not even rain can wash it away.
I would have loved you, I would dream freedom for you, but you tied my hands and bonded my soul to your own prison.
Tribute for falondiiin and the rest of the elvhen pantheon ouo