costumes. they can fill your mind with wonder, even excitement. and one word usually comes to mind when we think of costumes. HALLOWEEN. a time of joy, and most of all, candy. costumes.
tessa
Halloween is next week. I’m being Jackie Kennedy. I wanted my boyfriend to be JFK, but he said while mine was a fashion icon, his was morbid. Which is understandable. So now apparently Jackie Kennedy and Spiderman are dating.
My head hurts ridiculously.
Costume, this Halloween I’m going to be a fox. Wear a fox mask.
Costumes, Halloween is your chance to be something else in your life,
just for one night,
so tell me, why am I being a fox?
That makes no sense. Aren’t I always a fox?
I should be a Kiana.
No, that
makes no sense either.
Fuck, times up.
Wait no- well.
Kiana
The costume was perfect. It just sat there on the rack, screaming at me. I realized it was at other people too; there was only one left. I grabbed it quickly and ran far away.
Hiding in the bush, I killed several chimney tops, eating somewhere over the rainbow. Blue birds fly. And a dream that you dared to for why oh why can’t I. Meeeee oh travel melts like a lemon drops that’s where me of somewhere over the rain bow way up high. And a dreams that you dare to why oh why can’t I? I? Ooh… Ooh… Ooh ah ah eh ah ahahahahaha.
Ethan
Everyone has been stressing out about halloween costumes lately, however I am not part of that group. I personally never really cared for halloween, I hated dressing as something I’m not. I guess I am just weird in the fact that holidays are just another day for me. I mean seriously, I stopped believing in Santa at age 6….I actually told my whole first grade class and got in trouble LOL
Teeps
Hide my face, hide my being, hide my self. If they find out who I am I am finished. They will tear me up. Keep on that tough mask so no one sees my soft soul. Ruthless monster.
Maria
“…bronzed golden by the sun, her body was round and firm, as supple as I’ve ever seen. Her lush, ample bosom was pressed high by her corseted gown, as was the costume of the day. Though lovely, the temptation of her only called upon the longing for my own dear wife.”
GREEN MAN. There is no better costume than greenman. Having complete anonymity gives me the confidence to do anything when wearing the suit. I’m so much more capable and comfortable despite the fact that everyone can see my junk.
Jake
you would stay hidden. living in the folds of the fabric, silent behind a porcelain mask.
A costume is something one wears to become someone else, thereby disguising their true selves. Maybe I’ve never been too interested in Halloween for that reason- I’ve been trying my whole life to stop hiding and to show my true self, so why in hell would I want to wear yet another costume?
Laurel
powerful girl seldom wore a revealing costume,but usually a fashionable one.tonight she wore it under her lab coat.dr.ramoud,glaced down at her bodacious tatas.for the quick eye plenty of cleavage could be seen
I was really going to have to think about how to get people to understand the little boy under the red stain material with the red tinsel taped on to it was a hairy red ghost.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked. I couldn’t see his face under the material, but I could hear the pride in his voice.
“I don’t know what to say other than wow.” I hoped I sounded positively awestruck.
Heather
i think of halloween. and then i think of drag queens. i love drag queens; today i’m wearing purple for all those who were lost because they were different. not just queer or gay or this that and the other, just different. i love being different and i love all who are different; i think we make the world shine. i think the world would be a boring place if we didn’t ll wear costumes somehow. inner costumes, outer costumes– but in the end, we just have to learn to be ourselves, costume or not.
Q
I chuckle to myself as I watch the trick or treaters timidly walk up the driveway, glancing at all my spider webs and bats which hung from my trees. Two more vampires, another witch, a Batman and an Obama. Make that three vampires as another joins the group dressed as Edward from Twilight. I grab a fistful of candy and thrust it into each of tehir bags and pillowcases, flashing each of them a smile, letting my fangs show. The smallest one clapped his hands in joy…if he only knew the blood around my lips was fresh, and not store bought. So cute. The one day out of the year so many wear a costume resembling what I must hide everyday. I so love this time of year, my costume is me
Oh, Louis, don’t be such a perturbation. Mother says that I am a camaraderie unto myself, and you know I believe that. Why just yesterday I ran my toilet without even asking for a help, Louis. Do you even understand this progress?
Halloween comes to mine when I think about the word costume. However, sometimes everyday people where their costumes to work, trying to impress.
Cindy Britton
i wear a costume everyday to hide who i am inside. the disguise keeps me safe from the outside world. i hide who i truly am to prevent mockery and shame. if not for the costume i put on everyday, it leaves me open and fragile to their words and glances.
Must all adult halloween costumes be slutty? I mean, I guess I understand why. Once you get past a certain age, dressing up in a costume is kinky no matter what it is.
I have no idea what to be for Halloween. I thought I’d dress as Ziggy Stardust, but I can’t afford the make-up, the hair, the silver unitard, the boots.
Rose Llera
I put on a costume everyday,
right before I get into work.
I smile.
I laugh.
I make small talk.
My sighs fuel my lies, but my insides are dead.
I can’t seem to get out of my head.
Click.
Load the gun…
Theater… Wedding… Job in a tower… Someone you are wanting to be
Caroline Taret
you wear a costume everyday, and i do too. our skin is our costume. our eyes are the windows. we reach for truth beyond the costumes, behind the mask. we just are scary and beautiful like a halloween party.
Halloween has gone from a time when people would dress their scariest to confuse the real spirits, to who can dress the sluttiest. I’m not sure when this changed, but I’m sure the spirits are still as confused, and possibly scared, when they come back and see a woman dressed up as a Sexy Clown Fish.
I had a knitted bathing costume, my mum said I looked geat. I went in the sea, had a good time. When it was time to come out, Oh dear! My knitted bathing costume’s crotch, hung down to me knees.
mauveone
She stood in the attic, under dusty light unpacking boxes that held the remnants of another life and another time. Lifting the costumes gently, she pulled them close to inhale the scent of what once was and remembered…
This face I present to you all is no costume. I am me and here I am. Never hiding or ashamed to be what I am. Never will i, this woman, be anything but the truth.
I wish I had 5,000 dog costumes. I could put them on all my friends and we can bark at each other and eat cheese and just be costumed out. People in cosutmes are trying to escape reality because their lives are rough. so it would seem.
posers.
silly posers. in their silly costumes.
Jake
Her costume was hanging up on the back of the doorframe, on one of those padded coat-hangers. It was staring at her intently.
Annie
The jingling of coins and sheer cloth set her a bit on edge, confused and surprised that they had even managed to convince her to get out here with this ridiculous costume on. Was she really going to dance and move in this piece of inanity? What was she thinking?
She fingered the tiny glimmer as it slid around in her sweaty palm. Her fingers stuck together like bare thighs glue themselves to surfaces on hot days, and her eyes looked everywhere but up. The silence in the air was palpable, stinging her ears and biting at her insides. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth and her knees shook.
She was never quiet. Even in her sppechless moments, her thoughts ran wild. She once considered taking out a classified that read–Wanted: sheepdog to herd my thoughts. But in this moment, her thoughts, too, fell voiceless. She knew she was supposed to want this. She’d seen it happen before. She’d watch as other women slid dependence onto their fingers, as they placed complacency on their left hands.
She didn’t hate love. She believed in it, even.
There was just something about this ring, this moment. How could she accept this offer conditionally? Only if she didn’t have to wear a costume that didn’t fit? Then, yes, sure. She’d marry him.
E
Her fingers slip over lace, the ridges tripping her and coming as surprises. She trails her hand over the bodice and wets her lip as she imagines a body in this dress. Would the curve of the neck match her own? The arms would be longer, no doubt; they all had longer arms back then. And the waist smaller, the back straighter, the chest flatter. It was ideal if you didn’t need a corset, but of course you wore one anyway. The general outlines of dresses were the same, but this cream colored, lace covered dress was so obviously different.
She couldn’t possibly wear out it on the streets on a damp October evening when the dress was so painstakingly meant to be worn in a French ballroom or a Danish dining room or somewhere with people who had elegant necks, long arms, and slender waists.
Julia
A costume hung in an old fancy dress store window with dark, ruffled frills for a collar and a well worn gold seam running down the side of a threadbare front
Andrew Jackson
Costumes are my favorite part of Halloween. Wouldn’t it be great if we could dress up everyday, and wouldn’t’ it be wonderful if everyday was a musical. I mean how sweet would that be? You could be someone new everyday, and you could do it all while singing.
Costumes are the best part of Halloween. I wish we could dress in costume everyday, and have life be a musical. How sweet would that be. We could be someone new everyday, and we could do while singing.
Devin
“What kind of costume are you going to be wearing for the Black & White?” he asked. “I don’t know. Alex is making my boa… so maybe that’ll be it.” “…aren’t you married?” “Oh, right. I should go in a sack.”
The costume was bright, tall feathers adorned the head piece. A tail of more bright colors in a fan. The peacock danced and strutted with his plumes full. There was a fairer bird there to impress.
i had never really noticed
but as time went by
and i began to know you
i realized
that you don’t even need a costume
to play pretend
sorry playtime had to come to an end
costumes. they can fill your mind with wonder, even excitement. and one word usually comes to mind when we think of costumes. HALLOWEEN. a time of joy, and most of all, candy. costumes.
Halloween is next week. I’m being Jackie Kennedy. I wanted my boyfriend to be JFK, but he said while mine was a fashion icon, his was morbid. Which is understandable. So now apparently Jackie Kennedy and Spiderman are dating.
My head hurts ridiculously.
Costume, this Halloween I’m going to be a fox. Wear a fox mask.
Costumes, Halloween is your chance to be something else in your life,
just for one night,
so tell me, why am I being a fox?
That makes no sense. Aren’t I always a fox?
I should be a Kiana.
No, that
makes no sense either.
Fuck, times up.
Wait no- well.
The costume was perfect. It just sat there on the rack, screaming at me. I realized it was at other people too; there was only one left. I grabbed it quickly and ran far away.
Hiding in the bush, I killed several chimney tops, eating somewhere over the rainbow. Blue birds fly. And a dream that you dared to for why oh why can’t I. Meeeee oh travel melts like a lemon drops that’s where me of somewhere over the rain bow way up high. And a dreams that you dare to why oh why can’t I? I? Ooh… Ooh… Ooh ah ah eh ah ahahahahaha.
Everyone has been stressing out about halloween costumes lately, however I am not part of that group. I personally never really cared for halloween, I hated dressing as something I’m not. I guess I am just weird in the fact that holidays are just another day for me. I mean seriously, I stopped believing in Santa at age 6….I actually told my whole first grade class and got in trouble LOL
Hide my face, hide my being, hide my self. If they find out who I am I am finished. They will tear me up. Keep on that tough mask so no one sees my soft soul. Ruthless monster.
“…bronzed golden by the sun, her body was round and firm, as supple as I’ve ever seen. Her lush, ample bosom was pressed high by her corseted gown, as was the costume of the day. Though lovely, the temptation of her only called upon the longing for my own dear wife.”
If I were a costume I’d like to be one of those naughty nurse ones.
GREEN MAN. There is no better costume than greenman. Having complete anonymity gives me the confidence to do anything when wearing the suit. I’m so much more capable and comfortable despite the fact that everyone can see my junk.
you would stay hidden. living in the folds of the fabric, silent behind a porcelain mask.
A costume is something one wears to become someone else, thereby disguising their true selves. Maybe I’ve never been too interested in Halloween for that reason- I’ve been trying my whole life to stop hiding and to show my true self, so why in hell would I want to wear yet another costume?
powerful girl seldom wore a revealing costume,but usually a fashionable one.tonight she wore it under her lab coat.dr.ramoud,glaced down at her bodacious tatas.for the quick eye plenty of cleavage could be seen
I was really going to have to think about how to get people to understand the little boy under the red stain material with the red tinsel taped on to it was a hairy red ghost.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked. I couldn’t see his face under the material, but I could hear the pride in his voice.
“I don’t know what to say other than wow.” I hoped I sounded positively awestruck.
i think of halloween. and then i think of drag queens. i love drag queens; today i’m wearing purple for all those who were lost because they were different. not just queer or gay or this that and the other, just different. i love being different and i love all who are different; i think we make the world shine. i think the world would be a boring place if we didn’t ll wear costumes somehow. inner costumes, outer costumes– but in the end, we just have to learn to be ourselves, costume or not.
I chuckle to myself as I watch the trick or treaters timidly walk up the driveway, glancing at all my spider webs and bats which hung from my trees. Two more vampires, another witch, a Batman and an Obama. Make that three vampires as another joins the group dressed as Edward from Twilight. I grab a fistful of candy and thrust it into each of tehir bags and pillowcases, flashing each of them a smile, letting my fangs show. The smallest one clapped his hands in joy…if he only knew the blood around my lips was fresh, and not store bought. So cute. The one day out of the year so many wear a costume resembling what I must hide everyday. I so love this time of year, my costume is me
Oh, Louis, don’t be such a perturbation. Mother says that I am a camaraderie unto myself, and you know I believe that. Why just yesterday I ran my toilet without even asking for a help, Louis. Do you even understand this progress?
Halloween comes to mine when I think about the word costume. However, sometimes everyday people where their costumes to work, trying to impress.
i wear a costume everyday to hide who i am inside. the disguise keeps me safe from the outside world. i hide who i truly am to prevent mockery and shame. if not for the costume i put on everyday, it leaves me open and fragile to their words and glances.
Must all adult halloween costumes be slutty? I mean, I guess I understand why. Once you get past a certain age, dressing up in a costume is kinky no matter what it is.
I have no idea what to be for Halloween. I thought I’d dress as Ziggy Stardust, but I can’t afford the make-up, the hair, the silver unitard, the boots.
I put on a costume everyday,
right before I get into work.
I smile.
I laugh.
I make small talk.
My sighs fuel my lies, but my insides are dead.
I can’t seem to get out of my head.
Click.
Load the gun…
Theater… Wedding… Job in a tower… Someone you are wanting to be
you wear a costume everyday, and i do too. our skin is our costume. our eyes are the windows. we reach for truth beyond the costumes, behind the mask. we just are scary and beautiful like a halloween party.
whether it be a mask, a persona, a sheet or just a change in tonality…
We all wear a costume
Halloween has gone from a time when people would dress their scariest to confuse the real spirits, to who can dress the sluttiest. I’m not sure when this changed, but I’m sure the spirits are still as confused, and possibly scared, when they come back and see a woman dressed up as a Sexy Clown Fish.
I had a knitted bathing costume, my mum said I looked geat. I went in the sea, had a good time. When it was time to come out, Oh dear! My knitted bathing costume’s crotch, hung down to me knees.
She stood in the attic, under dusty light unpacking boxes that held the remnants of another life and another time. Lifting the costumes gently, she pulled them close to inhale the scent of what once was and remembered…
This face I present to you all is no costume. I am me and here I am. Never hiding or ashamed to be what I am. Never will i, this woman, be anything but the truth.
it didnt fit completely…had a coulple snags as if the costume was warn while working on rose bushes…ads character i say…45.75 s th
I wish I had 5,000 dog costumes. I could put them on all my friends and we can bark at each other and eat cheese and just be costumed out. People in cosutmes are trying to escape reality because their lives are rough. so it would seem.
posers.
silly posers. in their silly costumes.
Her costume was hanging up on the back of the doorframe, on one of those padded coat-hangers. It was staring at her intently.
The jingling of coins and sheer cloth set her a bit on edge, confused and surprised that they had even managed to convince her to get out here with this ridiculous costume on. Was she really going to dance and move in this piece of inanity? What was she thinking?
She fingered the tiny glimmer as it slid around in her sweaty palm. Her fingers stuck together like bare thighs glue themselves to surfaces on hot days, and her eyes looked everywhere but up. The silence in the air was palpable, stinging her ears and biting at her insides. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth and her knees shook.
She was never quiet. Even in her sppechless moments, her thoughts ran wild. She once considered taking out a classified that read–Wanted: sheepdog to herd my thoughts. But in this moment, her thoughts, too, fell voiceless. She knew she was supposed to want this. She’d seen it happen before. She’d watch as other women slid dependence onto their fingers, as they placed complacency on their left hands.
She didn’t hate love. She believed in it, even.
There was just something about this ring, this moment. How could she accept this offer conditionally? Only if she didn’t have to wear a costume that didn’t fit? Then, yes, sure. She’d marry him.
Her fingers slip over lace, the ridges tripping her and coming as surprises. She trails her hand over the bodice and wets her lip as she imagines a body in this dress. Would the curve of the neck match her own? The arms would be longer, no doubt; they all had longer arms back then. And the waist smaller, the back straighter, the chest flatter. It was ideal if you didn’t need a corset, but of course you wore one anyway. The general outlines of dresses were the same, but this cream colored, lace covered dress was so obviously different.
She couldn’t possibly wear out it on the streets on a damp October evening when the dress was so painstakingly meant to be worn in a French ballroom or a Danish dining room or somewhere with people who had elegant necks, long arms, and slender waists.
A costume hung in an old fancy dress store window with dark, ruffled frills for a collar and a well worn gold seam running down the side of a threadbare front
Costumes are my favorite part of Halloween. Wouldn’t it be great if we could dress up everyday, and wouldn’t’ it be wonderful if everyday was a musical. I mean how sweet would that be? You could be someone new everyday, and you could do it all while singing.
Costumes are the best part of Halloween. I wish we could dress in costume everyday, and have life be a musical. How sweet would that be. We could be someone new everyday, and we could do while singing.
“What kind of costume are you going to be wearing for the Black & White?” he asked. “I don’t know. Alex is making my boa… so maybe that’ll be it.” “…aren’t you married?” “Oh, right. I should go in a sack.”
The costume was bright, tall feathers adorned the head piece. A tail of more bright colors in a fan. The peacock danced and strutted with his plumes full. There was a fairer bird there to impress.