a flannel hugged her hips tighter than many men ever had, yet wishful eyes were always present. always wishing and hoping they could be as close to her as the sleeve knot that lie resting under her navel.
somehow it came back.
he had thrown it away more than a few times: once he had dropped it on the way home, other times he thrashed it at someone else’s place, in the back alley, at the city dump. Nothing ever worked though. He was always finding it again, sitting on his bed or quietly folded, the infernal flannel that bore him no ill, but which simply didn’t want to stay gone.
As the cold weather starts to creep up on us I realize it’s almost the best time of the year. When you can cozy up by the fireplace with your favorite old flannel (the one that should probably be in the trash can) and a piping hot chocolate in hand all day long, flipping through Halloween movies without feeling guilty about it.
Flannel. It was a cloth she associated with him, and it just looked wrong on anyone else. She pressed it to her face and breathed in the scent that was probably just psychosomatic at this point. It had been 2 years since her father last wore this shirt. He wouldn’t wear it again.
Dressed in his flannel shirt, she can’t help but grin. “Thanks so much for the present, sweetie,” she gushes to the little grey cross stuck into the ground before her.
She flicked away the flecks of soil clinging to his shirt – hers now. Then, dropping a soggy bouquet of flowers beside the grave, she spun on her heels and left for her car.
Him and that fucking flannel shirt. I”m sick of seeing it. I wish he’d get rid of it. He’s had it since he was in middle school. It’s too tight. The pits are stained a grayish-brown. What can I say though? It’s his favorite shirt. You can make a man part with his favorite shirt, can you? FUCK THAT. He used to love those pants with the million fucking holes that he had me patch up over and over and over and fuck-ing over. That flannel has got to BURN.
He wrapped her up in it, swaddling her close and lifting her into his arms. She was perfect– bright blue eyes, dark hair, rosy cheeks. And she was his. She always would be.
The doctor walked his way. “Congratulations, Dad.”
the autumn air was finally hitting which meant it was time for the flannel season again, my favorite season, you can wear it so many ways and it just makes you feel in the fall spirit.
It’s so hot.
Flannel stays abandoned in the closet, a reminder of better days.
It used to get cold here. It used to snow.
Now, snow is but a pleasant memory as the ocean levels grow higher and higher.
What are we going to do?
Something about a flannel makes the seasons magical again.
Crisp air.
Leaves letting go of their spots on the trees.
They sprinkle themselves around making the blank ground their colorful canvas.
I can’t wait to walk in the fall again.
aww
my first reaction wrapped in warm thoughts
hugging cheek to cheek
fresh breath
cute death
air in our hair
flannel is the way to channel
our sincerest behaviour
The creators were unsure of what fabric to use, as there was so many different kinds. Nevertheless, they banded together and chose to create a new material. Flannel was used in many designs by the end of the year, and was worn for fall fashions on the runway.
I pulled the mud-caked flannel jeans out of the excavation and grimaced as a couple moldering bones toppled out of one of the pantlegs. “God-damn it,” I muttered, carefully lowering the jeans into an evidence bag.
I bought a pink and grey flannel shirt at Atwoods with my Nonna. It was on the clearance rack and she decided on why not to buy it. It is hanging in my closet now.
Flannel. The flag for lesbians everywhere. Well for girls who like girls anyways. I wear flannel daily and even have a rainbow heart tatted to my neck. It is on the left side and is an inch by inch. I am gay and proud. Would you let me lick?
i think flannel is a hat, but if have no clue what it is. i wish i had what ever it is thought, because i like hats! i want a hat, but i like to game more so what i really would like cod ww2, but it is 60$, and i dont want to waste all my money on something that im going to have to buy 2 since it is only in the beta.
A flannel was wrapped around an old water bottle to keep the wet out and make me feel more comfortable. The customs were so different here. The rooms smaller, colder, but homey. I liked England.
A flannel was wrapped around an old water bottle to keep the wet out and make me feel more comfortable. The customs where so different here. The rooms smaller, colder, but homey. I liked England.
I quail through the land of buisness;
and see that computers are zombies on this playing field,
humans are the baloons in the ambiance
that make up the color
of most flanels in the room
I’m groomed
and ready to vroom
into conversations.
People, make a money movement, not pcs.
Thoughts actions and values,
are a tribute,
to the new boot, that has my name written all over it,
lets stomp,
lets romp,
every chump,
until money begins to dump.
mum can you please go to the shop and bye me a flannel. I went to the shop and a flannel. I went to the bathrooms at school and there was a flannel so I picked it up
A shirt for Ed Sheeran. There was a girl in H&M yesterday who slayed my life away in a red flannel with a dark grey t-shirt underneath. Maybe I should do some yoga so I can look like that…
The shirt that Ed Sheeran is caught in. The shirt of a lumber jack.
A little too warm, and too broadening in the shoulder for me. Saw a girl in H&M who was slaying my life away in a flannel with a dark grey under shirt. Inspiring.
the warmth of the striped fabric reminded him of the wonderful times he’s spent with his grandfather in the cabin in the mountain ranges that he never visited anymore. the long days and nights full of adventure
She wore bright red flannel and old denim jeans. She was every lesbian’s happiest dream. She drank only dark stout and shunned IPA. Looking at her, I knew I was totally gay.
We danced after drinking a beer or six. We went to her room, and she showed me her tricks. She told me in the morning that she’d be sure to call. The stereotype was complete: Time for the U-Haul!
man wears flannel for many reasons. the first of this is the honey-bee principle: as long as they stick to their favorite shirts and plaids, bees will give them sufficient respect and heed their calls for sweet kisses in the bushes, forever and always. it’s an old accord, but it has never disappointed the agreeants.
flannel, wish i could pull it off. fits well with my full red beard and general ruggedly handsome good looks. but can’t seem to find one that fits.. also, i want a wood chopping axe
A fourteen year old girl went hitchhiking. She had nothing but a guitar, and a flannel nightgown…which she was wearing. She was barefoot.
Flannel flannel flannel. I am not inspired.
a flannel hugged her hips tighter than many men ever had, yet wishful eyes were always present. always wishing and hoping they could be as close to her as the sleeve knot that lie resting under her navel.
somehow it came back.
he had thrown it away more than a few times: once he had dropped it on the way home, other times he thrashed it at someone else’s place, in the back alley, at the city dump. Nothing ever worked though. He was always finding it again, sitting on his bed or quietly folded, the infernal flannel that bore him no ill, but which simply didn’t want to stay gone.
As the cold weather starts to creep up on us I realize it’s almost the best time of the year. When you can cozy up by the fireplace with your favorite old flannel (the one that should probably be in the trash can) and a piping hot chocolate in hand all day long, flipping through Halloween movies without feeling guilty about it.
Flannel. It was a cloth she associated with him, and it just looked wrong on anyone else. She pressed it to her face and breathed in the scent that was probably just psychosomatic at this point. It had been 2 years since her father last wore this shirt. He wouldn’t wear it again.
Dressed in his flannel shirt, she can’t help but grin. “Thanks so much for the present, sweetie,” she gushes to the little grey cross stuck into the ground before her.
She flicked away the flecks of soil clinging to his shirt – hers now. Then, dropping a soggy bouquet of flowers beside the grave, she spun on her heels and left for her car.
Him and that fucking flannel shirt. I”m sick of seeing it. I wish he’d get rid of it. He’s had it since he was in middle school. It’s too tight. The pits are stained a grayish-brown. What can I say though? It’s his favorite shirt. You can make a man part with his favorite shirt, can you? FUCK THAT. He used to love those pants with the million fucking holes that he had me patch up over and over and over and fuck-ing over. That flannel has got to BURN.
I do not know what flannel means
a plaid shirt that is gay,, i love wearing them
GAY
I put on my flannel pajamas
and my flannel robe
wrapped up in these flannel sheets
but I was still cold.
Then I realized…
I forgot my socks
Flannel, it’s warm, it’s nice- but you’ll look like a Lumberjack if you wear it. I like flannel though.
Sam and Dean Winchester wear flannel most of the time. Their dressing room looks like a flannel fairy barfed in it. It’s disturbing.
He wrapped her up in it, swaddling her close and lifting her into his arms. She was perfect– bright blue eyes, dark hair, rosy cheeks. And she was his. She always would be.
The doctor walked his way. “Congratulations, Dad.”
the autumn air was finally hitting which meant it was time for the flannel season again, my favorite season, you can wear it so many ways and it just makes you feel in the fall spirit.
It’s so hot.
Flannel stays abandoned in the closet, a reminder of better days.
It used to get cold here. It used to snow.
Now, snow is but a pleasant memory as the ocean levels grow higher and higher.
What are we going to do?
many thing are flannel, clothes, cloths towels any thing cold be
Something about a flannel makes the seasons magical again.
Crisp air.
Leaves letting go of their spots on the trees.
They sprinkle themselves around making the blank ground their colorful canvas.
I can’t wait to walk in the fall again.
aww
my first reaction wrapped in warm thoughts
hugging cheek to cheek
fresh breath
cute death
air in our hair
flannel is the way to channel
our sincerest behaviour
The creators were unsure of what fabric to use, as there was so many different kinds. Nevertheless, they banded together and chose to create a new material. Flannel was used in many designs by the end of the year, and was worn for fall fashions on the runway.
I pulled the mud-caked flannel jeans out of the excavation and grimaced as a couple moldering bones toppled out of one of the pantlegs. “God-damn it,” I muttered, carefully lowering the jeans into an evidence bag.
I bought a pink and grey flannel shirt at Atwoods with my Nonna. It was on the clearance rack and she decided on why not to buy it. It is hanging in my closet now.
Flannel. The flag for lesbians everywhere. Well for girls who like girls anyways. I wear flannel daily and even have a rainbow heart tatted to my neck. It is on the left side and is an inch by inch. I am gay and proud. Would you let me lick?
my mother went to Thailand and bought a flannel for me . It’s a pink color
I don’t have it, It must be very cool,but actually I don’t need it, maybe I can buy one for my mom.
shirts.blankets..soft….poop….no….onoims…bla..pounziggyzig
i think flannel is a hat, but if have no clue what it is. i wish i had what ever it is thought, because i like hats! i want a hat, but i like to game more so what i really would like cod ww2, but it is 60$, and i dont want to waste all my money on something that im going to have to buy 2 since it is only in the beta.
A flannel was wrapped around an old water bottle to keep the wet out and make me feel more comfortable. The customs were so different here. The rooms smaller, colder, but homey. I liked England.
A flannel was wrapped around an old water bottle to keep the wet out and make me feel more comfortable. The customs where so different here. The rooms smaller, colder, but homey. I liked England.
Two new skirts to the wind. Nothing like a little retail therapy to round out day 957 of numbingly tasty weed induced sauce smothered nothing days.
I quail through the land of buisness;
and see that computers are zombies on this playing field,
humans are the baloons in the ambiance
that make up the color
of most flanels in the room
I’m groomed
and ready to vroom
into conversations.
People, make a money movement, not pcs.
Thoughts actions and values,
are a tribute,
to the new boot, that has my name written all over it,
lets stomp,
lets romp,
every chump,
until money begins to dump.
she used the flannel on her face
then put it back
in its place.
mum can you please go to the shop and bye me a flannel. I went to the shop and a flannel. I went to the bathrooms at school and there was a flannel so I picked it up
The flannel of my bathroom, I can sense the creaking floor. The airing cupboards have towels and the the element of a flannel is the fabric.
A shirt for Ed Sheeran. There was a girl in H&M yesterday who slayed my life away in a red flannel with a dark grey t-shirt underneath. Maybe I should do some yoga so I can look like that…
The shirt that Ed Sheeran is caught in. The shirt of a lumber jack.
A little too warm, and too broadening in the shoulder for me. Saw a girl in H&M who was slaying my life away in a flannel with a dark grey under shirt. Inspiring.
the warmth of the striped fabric reminded him of the wonderful times he’s spent with his grandfather in the cabin in the mountain ranges that he never visited anymore. the long days and nights full of adventure
She wore bright red flannel and old denim jeans. She was every lesbian’s happiest dream. She drank only dark stout and shunned IPA. Looking at her, I knew I was totally gay.
We danced after drinking a beer or six. We went to her room, and she showed me her tricks. She told me in the morning that she’d be sure to call. The stereotype was complete: Time for the U-Haul!
man wears flannel for many reasons. the first of this is the honey-bee principle: as long as they stick to their favorite shirts and plaids, bees will give them sufficient respect and heed their calls for sweet kisses in the bushes, forever and always. it’s an old accord, but it has never disappointed the agreeants.
flannel, wish i could pull it off. fits well with my full red beard and general ruggedly handsome good looks. but can’t seem to find one that fits.. also, i want a wood chopping axe