Plaid is the pattern kilts are made out of. When I was little I used to do highland dancing and wear a kilt. I used to enter competitions and win heaps. It felt great. I still have a whole box of tropheys and medals in my closet.
Plaid is typically a pattern used for private schools on their uniforms, usually in the colours black, with blue, green or red. This pattern is unique and represents private schooling education. This pattern is very simplistic – it only consists of a few stripes in diagonal patterns.
Plaid. Looks like played. You played me. But this is about plaid. The pattern. The one that would cause a ripple of giggles and smiles across me and Sarah’s faces, every time we saw plaid or Hollister, it was a punch to the arm. What a great game. i forget who came up with it, it was random. Random and fun.
I miss her.
She wore a plaid skirt. He noticed. He went over to her and mentioned her hair, her eyes, her mouth, anything but her skirt. He did not want her to know that it was her plaid skirt that had lured him over in the first place. He knew that she had probably picked that skirt from her closet that morning, with no intention of it catching anyone’s attention. He knew that she wouldn’t want attention for anything so trivial as a skirt.
things that girls like to wear in their hair, the chick in the movie tangled wore one. i used to have a crush on a girl when i was 12 who had a plaid all the way down to her bottom. makes me think of flowers and ribbons, and that kind of bread you get from bakeries which is usually filled with various savoury treats.
I was on a picnic. I had a blanket to lay on. The blanket was plaid. The sandwiches were bland. My jokes were corny. I didn’t get laid. The sun burned my skin. I burned a joint. She laughed at my corny jokes. We smiled because my boxers were plaid.
Her plaid skirt crumpled beneath her, as she sat on the hard wooden bench, waiting. She was waiting for the train to carrying her lover back home, back to into her life, and her arms.
Plaid reminds me of Christmas. Christmas used to be such a fantastical holiday, with lots of marshmallows, candy, and presents. Now it is a landmark, the sign that yet another year has passed and a measure of all the happiness, or lack thereof, that has occurred during the year. I am indifferent to Christmas.
Plaid it may seem like such a simple thing but in this treterous world we live in today it is not. Plaid could either be out of fashion or i fasion which means your either getting lipstick in middle school or getting a dodge ball thrown at your head! Ouch! Plaid could also mean making it big in the fashion world where your gettting bitten at like nemo and a shark! Fuck that every sceme color fabric you wear makes people judge you leather boots… slut? ahhh tie die… stoner? when really you wear leather boots because they are fashionable and you are a successful bisness worker?? Or Damn i dont know anyone who wears tie die besides stoners because i live in colorado and everyone smokes weed here…. so maybe it could be a child? Child shit is tie die… but your parents are or probably were stoners:)
Short plaid skirt. Who’d have thought a single girl could give me a fetish? Or does it even count if it’s only you? I guess that would be better, right? Just you… If only I could be your exception too…
when i think of plaid, i think of hipsters. actually, i think of wannabe hipsters. i think of the girl who took the boy i loved once, and her blue plaid jacket, and how hard i tried to pretend that i liked her and i almost believed myself. it’s a bittersweet feeling, that. overcoming yourself to do good things like being friendly? but… it still bites. deep down it still bites.
How could she know that her passing would affect me so. I don’t know if the actions I didn’t take would make a difference to her, but they would have made a difference to me. As I see the plaid bookmark in my morning book, I’ll think of her and how I wish I had touched her.
When I was in seventh grade plaid was the rage…especially in the browns and greens. I convinced my mom to make me some bell bottom pants in those colors…of course in plaid! Oh how I loved those pants! I couldn’t wear them often enough. They felt so trendy and “in”!
Plaid. The pattern her shirt was. I am a sick man, but do I feel bad? No, actually I feel nothing. Numb. Empty. That’s all. Plaid. My new favorite pattern.
I hated watching girls in plaid skirts growing up because it reminded me of Hit Me Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. Ugh.. popular culture drives me crazy sometimes.
the dress was too tight and my breathing was slowing down tremendously. i felt the earth give way as the constriction boa ripped across my chest. this was my life. and now i was dying in my sisters dress
i could only ever find it in my dreams
loopy dreamy liquid moments
all cornered in colours
red
blue
fabrics of laughter
never to stop the dance
my dance
swedish plaid dress. something. bridesmaids. sounds like plait. the choti-hairstyle. the checks are pretty though. wish i owned a shirt like that. what will happen to this text?
he wore some crazy shirt. He looked as if he was some old school “greaser;” like the ones i read about in the history books. I don’t know why he wore it, but i know i didnt like it.
usan faldas verdes… con cuadros y tienen barbas… es un paisaje hermoso siempre he querido vistar escocia y su cerveza y me acuerdo de la pelicula de ps i love you… creo que deben tener el caracter muy fuerte y recuerdo al conserje de los simpson.
plaid is good, even when with plaid. Not like denim when you wear it with denim, than it’s just too much. I somehow respect anyone who is bold enough to wear too conflicting plaids. I think thats because I knew this guy in high school, Brian Swart, who always wore this sweet plaid blazer, that was obviously second hand, with a plaid fedora all the time. He played the saxophone so sweet, and that is definitely my least favorite instrument, too scratchy.
plaid skirts the kind with school uniforms. but i want to think of the soft plaid- the soft flannel shirt he wears when the weather’s cold and the one i wrap myself in to remember i’m not alone
Plaid is seriously awesome. Well, okay, I’m a country girl so I’m definitely biased towards it. But there really is nothing quite like a guy in cowboy boots, blue jeans and a plaid button-up shirt. And don’t forget the amazing Scottsmen and their kilts!
i once wore a plaid skirt to a birthday party where i became the blunt of some pretty nasty jokes. apparently my lack of foresight in fashion was painfully obvious at polka dots anonymous
The thin boy took another drag of his ciggarette as he looked around. The world was wet, it looked as though the sky was falling down. His plaid shirt draped his body like a curtain. It was far too big for him, considering the size he had gotten. He bought it months ago before his addiction. Now, him being at a pack a day, could no longer afford food, just kept smoking until the day his lungs gave.
Before I went to America I didn’t say plaid, I said tartan, so I think plaid is a New England preppy sort of thing, it makes me think of crisp ribbons at the end of plaits (make that ‘braids’) belonging probably to Anne of Green Gables. When I was six I had a little tartan mini skirt, it was the only girls clothes I liked, scratchy, woolly and warm. My cousins went to school in Royal Stewart pinafores, there wasn’t a uniform as such, but people made their own by dressing all the girls that way, the same way the no-rules hippies made a uniform of blue jeans and tie-dye, come to think of it plaid is all about making colour and pattern a uniform, a badge, an identity, a statement of division, them and us
plaid is from scotland and makes me think about my clan MacQueen, which is a difficult tartan to find. i wish it was easier. my favorite plaid is my clan tartan and my boyfriend likes plaid too. flanal is comfortable
i wish i had more.
The boy lifted the ciggarette to his mouth as he took a drag. The plaid shirt draped his body like a curtain. He spent all his money on packs now, no opportunity for food as of late. The way he lived was like many. Feed the addiction, fuck life. Fuck it, because it was life.
“plaid-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker…” For the past 17 years, it had been all he said.
School skirts, but not for the average lass; just for those pompous princesses enrolled in haughty private institutions.
love
chocolate
tree
girl
me
boobs
plain
dont
wanna
go
home
baby
Jason
Derulo
Pencil
Loveless
Single
Lonely
Night
Party
Lolipop
LMAO
Plaid is the pattern kilts are made out of. When I was little I used to do highland dancing and wear a kilt. I used to enter competitions and win heaps. It felt great. I still have a whole box of tropheys and medals in my closet.
Plaid is typically a pattern used for private schools on their uniforms, usually in the colours black, with blue, green or red. This pattern is unique and represents private schooling education. This pattern is very simplistic – it only consists of a few stripes in diagonal patterns.
Plaid. Looks like played. You played me. But this is about plaid. The pattern. The one that would cause a ripple of giggles and smiles across me and Sarah’s faces, every time we saw plaid or Hollister, it was a punch to the arm. What a great game. i forget who came up with it, it was random. Random and fun.
I miss her.
She wore a plaid skirt. He noticed. He went over to her and mentioned her hair, her eyes, her mouth, anything but her skirt. He did not want her to know that it was her plaid skirt that had lured him over in the first place. He knew that she had probably picked that skirt from her closet that morning, with no intention of it catching anyone’s attention. He knew that she wouldn’t want attention for anything so trivial as a skirt.
things that girls like to wear in their hair, the chick in the movie tangled wore one. i used to have a crush on a girl when i was 12 who had a plaid all the way down to her bottom. makes me think of flowers and ribbons, and that kind of bread you get from bakeries which is usually filled with various savoury treats.
I was on a picnic. I had a blanket to lay on. The blanket was plaid. The sandwiches were bland. My jokes were corny. I didn’t get laid. The sun burned my skin. I burned a joint. She laughed at my corny jokes. We smiled because my boxers were plaid.
wtf?! i don’t know what is this word,i don’t even know if it exists or not.:|
it probably sounds like played
Her plaid skirt crumpled beneath her, as she sat on the hard wooden bench, waiting. She was waiting for the train to carrying her lover back home, back to into her life, and her arms.
once I was on a picnic. The blanket laid down to have the picnic on top of was plaid. The food was bland. My jokes were corny. I got laid.
Plaid reminds me of Christmas. Christmas used to be such a fantastical holiday, with lots of marshmallows, candy, and presents. Now it is a landmark, the sign that yet another year has passed and a measure of all the happiness, or lack thereof, that has occurred during the year. I am indifferent to Christmas.
Plaid it may seem like such a simple thing but in this treterous world we live in today it is not. Plaid could either be out of fashion or i fasion which means your either getting lipstick in middle school or getting a dodge ball thrown at your head! Ouch! Plaid could also mean making it big in the fashion world where your gettting bitten at like nemo and a shark! Fuck that every sceme color fabric you wear makes people judge you leather boots… slut? ahhh tie die… stoner? when really you wear leather boots because they are fashionable and you are a successful bisness worker?? Or Damn i dont know anyone who wears tie die besides stoners because i live in colorado and everyone smokes weed here…. so maybe it could be a child? Child shit is tie die… but your parents are or probably were stoners:)
Short plaid skirt. Who’d have thought a single girl could give me a fetish? Or does it even count if it’s only you? I guess that would be better, right? Just you… If only I could be your exception too…
when i think of plaid, i think of hipsters. actually, i think of wannabe hipsters. i think of the girl who took the boy i loved once, and her blue plaid jacket, and how hard i tried to pretend that i liked her and i almost believed myself. it’s a bittersweet feeling, that. overcoming yourself to do good things like being friendly? but… it still bites. deep down it still bites.
PLain is
How could she know that her passing would affect me so. I don’t know if the actions I didn’t take would make a difference to her, but they would have made a difference to me. As I see the plaid bookmark in my morning book, I’ll think of her and how I wish I had touched her.
When I was in seventh grade plaid was the rage…especially in the browns and greens. I convinced my mom to make me some bell bottom pants in those colors…of course in plaid! Oh how I loved those pants! I couldn’t wear them often enough. They felt so trendy and “in”!
Plaid. The pattern her shirt was. I am a sick man, but do I feel bad? No, actually I feel nothing. Numb. Empty. That’s all. Plaid. My new favorite pattern.
I hated watching girls in plaid skirts growing up because it reminded me of Hit Me Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. Ugh.. popular culture drives me crazy sometimes.
the dress was too tight and my breathing was slowing down tremendously. i felt the earth give way as the constriction boa ripped across my chest. this was my life. and now i was dying in my sisters dress
You know how some people think in black and white and others think in shades of grey? Yeah? Well, she thinks in plaid.
i could only ever find it in my dreams
loopy dreamy liquid moments
all cornered in colours
red
blue
fabrics of laughter
never to stop the dance
my dance
swedish plaid dress. something. bridesmaids. sounds like plait. the choti-hairstyle. the checks are pretty though. wish i owned a shirt like that. what will happen to this text?
he wore some crazy shirt. He looked as if he was some old school “greaser;” like the ones i read about in the history books. I don’t know why he wore it, but i know i didnt like it.
plaid
usan faldas verdes… con cuadros y tienen barbas… es un paisaje hermoso siempre he querido vistar escocia y su cerveza y me acuerdo de la pelicula de ps i love you… creo que deben tener el caracter muy fuerte y recuerdo al conserje de los simpson.
plaid is good, even when with plaid. Not like denim when you wear it with denim, than it’s just too much. I somehow respect anyone who is bold enough to wear too conflicting plaids. I think thats because I knew this guy in high school, Brian Swart, who always wore this sweet plaid blazer, that was obviously second hand, with a plaid fedora all the time. He played the saxophone so sweet, and that is definitely my least favorite instrument, too scratchy.
plaid skirts the kind with school uniforms. but i want to think of the soft plaid- the soft flannel shirt he wears when the weather’s cold and the one i wrap myself in to remember i’m not alone
Plaid is seriously awesome. Well, okay, I’m a country girl so I’m definitely biased towards it. But there really is nothing quite like a guy in cowboy boots, blue jeans and a plaid button-up shirt. And don’t forget the amazing Scottsmen and their kilts!
The tartan warming her shoulders as she walked through the moor was covered in her clans colors of blue and green plaid.
i once wore a plaid skirt to a birthday party where i became the blunt of some pretty nasty jokes. apparently my lack of foresight in fashion was painfully obvious at polka dots anonymous
The thin boy took another drag of his ciggarette as he looked around. The world was wet, it looked as though the sky was falling down. His plaid shirt draped his body like a curtain. It was far too big for him, considering the size he had gotten. He bought it months ago before his addiction. Now, him being at a pack a day, could no longer afford food, just kept smoking until the day his lungs gave.
Plaid makes me sad. Even the best I’ve ever had was sad plaid. It reminds me of dad. I wish plaid were a fad.
Before I went to America I didn’t say plaid, I said tartan, so I think plaid is a New England preppy sort of thing, it makes me think of crisp ribbons at the end of plaits (make that ‘braids’) belonging probably to Anne of Green Gables. When I was six I had a little tartan mini skirt, it was the only girls clothes I liked, scratchy, woolly and warm. My cousins went to school in Royal Stewart pinafores, there wasn’t a uniform as such, but people made their own by dressing all the girls that way, the same way the no-rules hippies made a uniform of blue jeans and tie-dye, come to think of it plaid is all about making colour and pattern a uniform, a badge, an identity, a statement of division, them and us
“What a beautiful plaid! What family does that represent?”
“Why would you think this represents a family?”
“Because it is a Scottish plaid, and they are representative of families. Or so I have been told.”
“Yes, it represents my mother’s family, the Stuarts. “
plaid is from scotland and makes me think about my clan MacQueen, which is a difficult tartan to find. i wish it was easier. my favorite plaid is my clan tartan and my boyfriend likes plaid too. flanal is comfortable
i wish i had more.
The boy lifted the ciggarette to his mouth as he took a drag. The plaid shirt draped his body like a curtain. He spent all his money on packs now, no opportunity for food as of late. The way he lived was like many. Feed the addiction, fuck life. Fuck it, because it was life.
“plaid-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker-checker-stripe-stripe, plaid-checker…” For the past 17 years, it had been all he said.
stubborn