these lilttle pretty boy's with there ugly *** hearts
talkin this crap not even one clapp, taahaha :P and there thinkin there slick ,. pshhh
ther'e not even fit nd there lookin like ****, rude ******* madee sick
there words arn't right nd they sound oh so white I'm so down to fight nd show emm whats right like seriously dude I'm a girl nd I'm suren i'd kick assss all they'ed have left is a little ***** classs.
like seriously who tha **** likes an ******* that's stuck the fukk up
excuse me every one my mom just got me these tite *** aeropostale ******* cause i aint got no man junk .
Yeaaa
it's a pain jammed in my *** so Ill just cover it up with bein a big O'l prickk nd sayin I'm better. nd Thinkin i'm bigger .
you're in way but I'm seein yuhr play
that diss you just made just made chu look gay! ;P
like i just said snitch,
Get out nd go figgurrr,
take that crap with ya we don't want yur linger
if ya look backk ***** i'll show you my finger

As excited as I am about the end of the semester and Christmas approaching, the bitter cold this week has almost frozen me. Don’t get me wrong, winter is a great time for fashion, but the cold weather is not for me. I would prefer to stay inside with a huge glass of hot chocolate. Aside from cocoa, he secret to staying warm is to dress in layers. I’ve tried to do that with this outfit but I’ve failed a bit.

The majority of this outfit comes from The Yellow Rose, which is a locally owned boutique in my home town. The blanket scarf and shirt are both from the Rose. These boots are from Maurices, but could be swapped for converse or duck boots. The coat is from Aeropostale.

It’s safe to say that I have fallen in love with the blanket scarf. Not only are they adorable, but they also provide ample warmth. They can be worn with nearly anything, including this great shirt. This shirt has a tassel tie underneath the scarf which means it could be worn on it’s own, if you aren’t as big a fan of the blanket scarf.

This jacket is a life-saver to say the least. The reason it works with this outfit so well is because the green in the scarf is the same green on the jacket. Army green goes with just about anything. The sleeves are a sweater material which makes them warmer than normal. You could dress this up a bit which a nice trench coat or long cardigan. You could also change the boots out for black booties or flats.

This outfit is perfect for Christmas parties or Christmas dinners. It has all the traditional Christmas colors and it will keep you warm.

However isn’t only for Christmas. You can easily wear this at any time during the winter.

Hopefully this has given you a bit of holiday wardrobe inspiration. I know holidays can be a stressful time for some, but the outfit you wear should be one thing you don’t have to stress about. Stay warm and stay comfortable.

I hope your break is wonderful and filled with joy. I know we all need that after those finals. I’m sure we’re all ready for present, family time, and much needed sleep. Spread Christmas cheer this year and enjoy the time off. May your Christmas be merry and bright, and don’t forget the Christ in Christmas! He is the only eternal Gift that keeps on giving.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses

these lilttle pretty boy's with there ugly *** hearts
talkin this crap not even one clapp, taahaha :P and there thinkin there slick ,. pshhh
ther'e not even fit nd there lookin like ****, rude ******* madee sick
there words arn't right nd they sound oh so white I'm so down to fight nd show emm whats right like seriously dude I'm a girl nd I'm suren i'd kick assss all they'ed have left is a little ***** classs.
like seriously who tha **** likes an ******* that's stuck the fukk up
excuse me every one my mom just got me these tite *** aeropostale ******* cause i aint got no man junk .
Yeaaa
it's a pain jammed in my *** so Ill just cover it up with bein a big O'l prickk nd sayin I'm better. nd Thinkin i'm bigger .
you're in way but I'm seein yuhr play
that diss you just made just made chu look gay! ;P
like i just said snitch,
Get out nd go figgurrr,
take that crap with ya we don't want yur linger
if ya look backk ***** i'll show you my finger

On Saturday
any Saturday
every Saturday

multi-themed pedestrian parades
pour down commercial corridors
celebrating a holiday known as

WEEKEND.

Middle school queens throw
exaggerated waves
from backseat upholstery tops

in imaginary convertibles marking
the current flow route between
Foot Locker and Game Stop.

Marching throngs display
personal banners on
plastic handled brand bags

drawing peer clusters,
human petaled floats,
vying for ribbons

passing devoutly interested
sideline spectators
now feeling a bit empty

without score cards.

Hippos, thin men, package jugglers
stroll along the branching avenues
labeled in chest advertisements

including everything from
Magnetic Health to Jesus.
No mega-city floatilian

compares to the mall regalia
in a midsize hometown
duck-n-spend.

Though it may be
a little short on free candy
it is still sponsored in part

by Macy's.

Interlocked peddler palaces
reign as shopping centers,
though shopping is the least

of the reasons to be here;
not unlike people going to
a hockey match

are not going to watch hockey,
or partakers in Nascar
don't actually go for racing.

Truth is,
we are all hoping
to see a collision,

Haves with Have Nots,
Lovers with Haters,
Colored Hairs with High & Tights

Refined with Undefined
Talkers with Solitaries
Personal Loathing with Itself.

Unanimously, they all come
for the curiosity of encounter
incalculable, anxious, wanted

or unwanted.

In secret,
dreamers hold royal hopes
praying to Aeropostale gods

pleading favor with credit cards
and a bump in popularity
that if so anointed

the purest of this parade's followers
would be next week's
Grand Marshall.

Sittin' in the back of the church
Did not attend the Mass
Did not drink the Wine
Studyin' the stained glass

Very few children
Pero, Aeropostale '87
Statue of St. Therese
Talked to Chelsea, Kevin

Hablo Espanyol
Pero solamente un pequito
Me here in Mary's Land
My mother buried in Toledo

Why no female priests?
Where did the children go?
One man come he to justify
One man to Overthrow!

            Yoko yo yo ...

My clothes are ripped.
      their not Hollister or aeropostale.
Their not designer.
       I can't afford that.
My parents are not rich.
       I don't go to Florida on vacation every summer.
I don't have a phone, laptop, iPod or all that.  
       I'm happy with 2 crayons and paper.
If I'm lucky,
       that's all I get.

I like the way streetlights shine through the red curtains on your french doors
I like that your mattresses are on the floor and your bedding is all white with a few blue minimally printed pillows
your dresser is decorated with traces of **** and dollar bills here and there
a coin jar that looked like a cookie jar
a childhood photo booth picture with your mom I've never seen before
the way the tv light reflects of our skin
that old velvet blue chair

blue, your favorite color

the tiny corner space the air conditioner is in with a window facing your backyard where the tire swing is
the mirror on the floor by your door, it looks just like the one my mom could never let go of as we moved house to house
2 tattered soccer ***** sitting at the corner of your bed,
I could listen to you talk about soccer forever and a day-  love they way your face lights up like a christmas tree.
clothes lying all over the chair
cuddling to "jungle"
i've only been in your new room once, and even though you haven't yet- I've settled in.

I missed it there at your house...
where we grew up...
everythings so different.
but I'm here now,
5 years and we still walk around your circle and talk about God and aliens
I remember the first time I came over, riding on the back of Martin's bike, rolling up in the middle of one of your football games
I remember I was wearing that blue aeropostale shirt you liked alot
I remember the way you looked at me, holding my hand infront of all our friends for the first time
and how it felt to be teased and mocked
how our relationship formed
how our traditions formed
we're here now and I still love you the same, more if its possible.
I didnt know this was possible.

Oh, carry-on bags and Aeropostale apostrophes,
mere fabric catastrophes

It's a half-waltz dance to a song with few words,
all of which are in garbled Italian

It's a murmured What the ****? and a
high laugh

Tripping over your own feet has never been
so elegant

I want to feel beautiful.
To feel confident
To feel loved
To feel beautiful.

Who stole my beautiful?
Where did it go?
It was just here...

But then someone pointed out how fat I am.
They noticed my acne
and my mom jeans.
They asked if I had ever had a boyfriend,
And laughed when I shook my head no.
They told me I was the reason there were waves in the pool
And told me my swimsuit was ugly.
They said my hair was greasy
And I kind of smelled.
They asked why I had to shop at Catherine's
And why not Aeropostale.

They stole my beautiful.
And they weren't even sorry.

They STOLE it.
Stealing is a crime,
But not when it comes to ****** 8 year olds
Who think it's okay to hurt others.
Not when it comes to shady friends who say they can bring these things up,
"Because we're friends."
Not when it comes to judgmental family memebers
Who don't know what it's like to wear size 16 jeans.
(Actually, 18...)
(I'm embarrassed.)

Nobody stops these people from stealing.
From stealing the beautiful from
A 10 year old who already knows the worst,
But she's choosing to be confident anyway.
A 13 year old who's unloved by others,
But she's still trying so ******* hard to love herself.
A 16 year old weighing 250 pounds,
But she's exercising through the depression.
A 17 year old bent over the toilet,
Trying to lose the weight you told her was ugly,
And trying to find the beautiful you should have told her about instead.

But they stole my beautiful.
The beautiful that got me through every day.
The beautiful that reminded me size doesn't matter.
The beautiful that belongs to me.
The beautiful you took.
Like there was some kind of limited supply or something.
Like mine deserved to be stolen.
Yeah, you took that kind of beautiful.

And you left an even greater treasure behind.