“So… you come here often?”
A thinly veiled proposition, evidently.
I turned to my would-be associate, “I’m the owner.”
“Ah. Alright. Good-o. Lovely place you’ve got here.”
Internal sigh.
“Glad you like it.”
Is it the only thing that made her attractive? He wondered, as his hand paused at her chin, the fabric fanning under his knuckles, if her face, her real face, could ever compare to the myriad of dazzling fantasies he’d conjured thinking of her. Maybe she would be as gorgeous as he’d imagined–but more than likely not. Selfishly, his heart throbbed at the idea of being wed to mediocrity.
I am veiled by the mysterious aura I force on myself just to look cool. It feels nice sometimes but.
Carnot
Her face was veiled in fog, hair plastered to her shoulders. Everything about her was a mystery and yet I knew what was wrong. She couldn’t speak about her troubles, only move with the wind and sway like the trees from which she came. I took a small step toward her and she moved back. The mist followed under her instruction. “I will not hurt you, I promise.”
She didn’t respond but I could feel her believe me. The connection worked.
Silas
The woman in black walked along the street, dragging her young son by the hand. He wanted to stop and look in the store windows, but she didn’t want him looking at the half-naked models inside even if they were plastic manikins. She herself was veiled and her son never saw her face; why should he look at those playthings of the devil.
Chanpheng
i think this is an interesting one, because apparently i am wearing a veil for my wedding next year. i wasn’t really thinking of it, but then he was like, “well, you’ll wear a veil, right?” and i was like, “yes, i guess”. i feel a little weird about veils covering your face – because i think there’s definitely some misogyny baked into whatever religious practices are there – but i guess when they just drape down your back, along your train, it’s fine, right?
Arianna
At times we show people what we want them to see. Other times we show them what we really are. Usually our deepest desires are veiled from the world and even ourselves. Part of the journey of life is to have it re-veiled.
“So… you come here often?”
A thinly veiled proposition, evidently.
I turned to my would-be associate, “I’m the owner.”
“Ah. Alright. Good-o. Lovely place you’ve got here.”
Internal sigh.
“Glad you like it.”
Is it the only thing that made her attractive? He wondered, as his hand paused at her chin, the fabric fanning under his knuckles, if her face, her real face, could ever compare to the myriad of dazzling fantasies he’d conjured thinking of her. Maybe she would be as gorgeous as he’d imagined–but more than likely not. Selfishly, his heart throbbed at the idea of being wed to mediocrity.
I was veiled by the darkness thrown upon me by the shadow of my alter ego. I could only attempt to show myself but I never could.
I am veiled by the mysterious aura I force on myself just to look cool. It feels nice sometimes but.
Her face was veiled in fog, hair plastered to her shoulders. Everything about her was a mystery and yet I knew what was wrong. She couldn’t speak about her troubles, only move with the wind and sway like the trees from which she came. I took a small step toward her and she moved back. The mist followed under her instruction. “I will not hurt you, I promise.”
She didn’t respond but I could feel her believe me. The connection worked.
The woman in black walked along the street, dragging her young son by the hand. He wanted to stop and look in the store windows, but she didn’t want him looking at the half-naked models inside even if they were plastic manikins. She herself was veiled and her son never saw her face; why should he look at those playthings of the devil.
i think this is an interesting one, because apparently i am wearing a veil for my wedding next year. i wasn’t really thinking of it, but then he was like, “well, you’ll wear a veil, right?” and i was like, “yes, i guess”. i feel a little weird about veils covering your face – because i think there’s definitely some misogyny baked into whatever religious practices are there – but i guess when they just drape down your back, along your train, it’s fine, right?
At times we show people what we want them to see. Other times we show them what we really are. Usually our deepest desires are veiled from the world and even ourselves. Part of the journey of life is to have it re-veiled.