My sleeves were where my heart wanted to be. So I hid them. I hid them deeply. And my arms became tired. Turns out it’s hard to function when your sleeves are hidden. Turns out that arms are fundamental. Hearts are fundamental.
The sleeves were where my heart wanted to be. So i hid them. I hid them deeply. And my arms became tired. Turns out it’s hard to function when your sleeves are hidden. Turns out that arms are fundamental. Heart’s are fundamental.
they are sometimes necessary and sometimes I prefer not to have them. I reallh don’t like long ones. and when I paint I want a really thick one. holds more paint.Thatss
Something that annoys me to no end when they get wet. The feeling of wet sleeves against my once scarred wrists irritate me lol. But, I like sleeves. They keep my warm during winter and cover my arms when I don’t feel like showing them.
Sleeves are not necessary in the summer. If I would’ve had sleeves on this past weekend I probably wouldn’t have such a bad sunburn right now. I do not like to wear sleeves when I am playing golf. Sleeve-less polos are my favorite to wear when I golf. I also have a lot of sleeves of golf balls to choose from.
My long sleeves drooped on the ground, they followed me every were. They never came up nor did they ever get shorter. They just laid there forever. Till one day I met the tailor he was a tal hansom man with dark hair his eyes met mine and then I knew.
My long sleeves drooped on the ground, they followed me every were. They never came up nor did they ever get shorter. They just laid there forever. Till one day I met the tailor he was a tal hansoml man with dark hair his eyes met mine and then I knew.
Sleeves are wonderful. They come in many different lengths, textures and colors. I like wearing sleeves throughout the year because they keep my arms warm.
I wore long sleeves all winter, which lasts about 6 months of the year, here in the high Rockies. The days are finally long enough to wear short sleeves and dresses and sandals and it feels great. Goodbye for now, sleeves, prisons for my arms!!
His sleeves were always too long. Not that Seungcheol didn’t like it. He loved to see Jeonghan’s beautiful little fingers poke out from the fabric of a worn crew neck. More than that, he loved to hold those fingers.
Interesting, well today is a hot day but because I just had my surgery and cannot lift my arms in order to shave my pits I am wearing a shirt that has short sleeves. If I was not in this situation, aka recovering, I probably would not be wearing any sleeves today.
they are what hold my thoughts together, sleeves of conceptions, sleeves of anxiety and worry, sleeves of openness and unattachment to outcomes, the sleeves of containment, sleeves t
is there a sentence to define the question
of what i’m doing here exactly at this very moment
stuck in time but aging nonetheless
cut off sleeves and what nots
why haven’t i changed enough
the same person i’ve always been
pondering and pandering the never when.
I was sick of having to wear sleeves. It was 22C weather outside, and still I wore a hoodie. I have scarred arms. It’s because of shit I do to myself. People mostly don’t really notice how it might be odd. Occasionally someone would say, “Aren’t you hot?” My repertoire of answers to that question was slowly growing but the staples are the standard teen shrug combined with a look of indifference, “No.” and “Not really.” Those worked, so far. I could list the failed and awkward answers I’ve used, but they make me die inside a little just thinking about it.
His long sleeves are caught in the power saw. He’s drastically trying to unbutton his shirt, but his arm is in a sling. The saw is buzzing closer and closer, then suddenly the power is hit by lightening. Flashes surround him, he falls to the ground. Just another day at the sawmill….
My sleeves were where my heart wanted to be. So I hid them. I hid them deeply. And my arms became tired. Turns out it’s hard to function when your sleeves are hidden. Turns out that arms are fundamental. Hearts are fundamental.
The sleeves were where my heart wanted to be. So i hid them. I hid them deeply. And my arms became tired. Turns out it’s hard to function when your sleeves are hidden. Turns out that arms are fundamental. Heart’s are fundamental.
You should roll your sleeves up when you are cleaning the dishes. You should roll your sleeves up when you are eating as well.
they are sometimes necessary and sometimes I prefer not to have them. I reallh don’t like long ones. and when I paint I want a really thick one. holds more paint.Thatss
Something that annoys me to no end when they get wet. The feeling of wet sleeves against my once scarred wrists irritate me lol. But, I like sleeves. They keep my warm during winter and cover my arms when I don’t feel like showing them.
Sleeves are weird. They are constricting and hold you back. Yet they keep you warm and safe from small injuries. So yeah, sleeves are weird.
I got dressed, I was dark and I didn’t notice my green sleeves were dirty. I ent out my room
Sleeves are not necessary in the summer. If I would’ve had sleeves on this past weekend I probably wouldn’t have such a bad sunburn right now. I do not like to wear sleeves when I am playing golf. Sleeve-less polos are my favorite to wear when I golf. I also have a lot of sleeves of golf balls to choose from.
My long sleeves drooped on the ground, they followed me every were. They never came up nor did they ever get shorter. They just laid there forever. Till one day I met the tailor he was a tal hansom man with dark hair his eyes met mine and then I knew.
My long sleeves drooped on the ground, they followed me every were. They never came up nor did they ever get shorter. They just laid there forever. Till one day I met the tailor he was a tal hansoml man with dark hair his eyes met mine and then I knew.
I have my sleeves but they are useless with the cold I’m feeling
I don’t like it at all
why???
Sleeves are great. We would all be cold without them. Goosebumps will trail our skin and our arm hairs will prickle upwards for everyone to see.
Sleeves are wonderful. They come in many different lengths, textures and colors. I like wearing sleeves throughout the year because they keep my arms warm.
I wore long sleeves all winter, which lasts about 6 months of the year, here in the high Rockies. The days are finally long enough to wear short sleeves and dresses and sandals and it feels great. Goodbye for now, sleeves, prisons for my arms!!
His sleeves were always too long. Not that Seungcheol didn’t like it. He loved to see Jeonghan’s beautiful little fingers poke out from the fabric of a worn crew neck. More than that, he loved to hold those fingers.
Interesting, well today is a hot day but because I just had my surgery and cannot lift my arms in order to shave my pits I am wearing a shirt that has short sleeves. If I was not in this situation, aka recovering, I probably would not be wearing any sleeves today.
they are what hold my thoughts together, sleeves of conceptions, sleeves of anxiety and worry, sleeves of openness and unattachment to outcomes, the sleeves of containment, sleeves t
is there a sentence to define the question
of what i’m doing here exactly at this very moment
stuck in time but aging nonetheless
cut off sleeves and what nots
why haven’t i changed enough
the same person i’ve always been
pondering and pandering the never when.
I was sick of having to wear sleeves. It was 22C weather outside, and still I wore a hoodie. I have scarred arms. It’s because of shit I do to myself. People mostly don’t really notice how it might be odd. Occasionally someone would say, “Aren’t you hot?” My repertoire of answers to that question was slowly growing but the staples are the standard teen shrug combined with a look of indifference, “No.” and “Not really.” Those worked, so far. I could list the failed and awkward answers I’ve used, but they make me die inside a little just thinking about it.
His long sleeves are caught in the power saw. He’s drastically trying to unbutton his shirt, but his arm is in a sling. The saw is buzzing closer and closer, then suddenly the power is hit by lightening. Flashes surround him, he falls to the ground. Just another day at the sawmill….
Sometimes, when i put on my uniform, the sleeves of my blouse bunch up and annoy the heck outta me