i melt out of my stress and into the night. it is my comfort, my sanctuary. and bed helps me through the day with the thoughts of my flannel at the end of my journey.
i think of him, cozy and warm, together. the way the colors fit together, the way the fabric just sucks you in. i smell him in it. everywhere. i feel the static, the way it rubs against the sheets – sparks. it fits us.
One time when I was younger it was christmas and I got into my warm flannel pyjamas and sat in front of the fireplace. It was nice because they were still warm from the dryer. I love that memory of christmas.
shirt made of red or blue. Primarily one but with many shades of the color. Men wear it, chopping down trees working in the forest in the hot sun. not messing with any of the beautiful wildlife like a child would. Working hard, no breaks.
warm and fuzzy, cozy along side of you. cold wind through my hair, the flannel holding tight around me keeping my insulated with warmth and happiness. you and i are flannel. comfortable.
Warm fabric wrapped up around me, I nearly snuggle with the steaming mug, staring out over the glistening white landscape. Snow had already fallen? When did that happen? It was only October!
Flannel reminds me of pajamas. Nice, cozy flannel pajamas. I haven’t had a set in years – I do believe I will add them to my birthday/Christmas list. They are fetching in a homey way, and they are the loveliest things to wear while curling up with tea and a good book. Not to mention they do wonders for one’s idiom on Christmas Eve and morning.
i like when he wears his flannel shirt. i like even more when he lets me wear his flannel shirt. i feel safe wrapped up in the warm shirt. smelling of my boyfriend. cozy in his arms and in his flannel shirt. he’s so sexy when he looks me in the eyes and pushes my hair behind my ear. he’s so sexy when he kisses me hard.
The flannel shirt was on the ground before me. Thrown there by a careless teenager, but who was that teenager…and why leave his shirt? Or was it a she…?
Flanel #5. It’s my favorite, fashionable new parfum. It’s the latest scent from New York’s premiere eau de toilette magnate, Pierre du Cardin de Va Grinchy. It will be hitting retail shelves soon.
I once knew a song that we sang at my summer camp and it was about wearing flannel pajamas in the winter when it’s hot and then in the springtime/fall, wearing nothing at all! But then it was banned because it’s a lutheran camp. So flannel it is!
As I turned from the window, I shivered. Part of it was due to apprehension, but also because the building was overly air conditioned. I spotted a flannel shirt draped over a chair and put it on. It still smelled of its owner. That’s when I lost it; I sobbed out my grief and fear.
I snuggled down onto the mattress and threw the blanket over my head. The comforting weight settled over me gently. With a happy sigh, I closed my eyes. My bed, a cocoon, a cave. I love my bed. The only thing that would make it better is having someone to share it with.
I like flannel shirts. They’re really warm and very 90s chic. I really like the grungy clothes from the 90s. Like Dr. Martens, I just got a pair today, they’re really cool.
I have a flannel shirt. I wore it last week. Flannel reminds me of cowboys. It reminds me of Sadies. It reminds me of halloween. Bright colors, dark colors, lines, overlapping.
“No, Flannel Fridays are only in the winter!” He kept repeating himself, but nobody cared. How dare no one care! Sarcasm. If someone thinks so highly of himself, he is, right? Wrong. “No one cares. Wafflestitch Wednesdays are where it’s at.” I said.
She had always loved the feel of that old flannel shirt against her cheek. When she rubbed it across her cheek she could still faintly smell the scent of his cologne, and she remembered how happy she had been when he was there. Before he left. She could remember the way he would smile, and pick her up, swinging her high above the ground.
I slip into my warm flannel pajamas on the cool, crisp fall evening. The warm, velvety fabric feels gentle against my dry skin after a harsh day of itchy fabric.
Flannel. Makes me think of warm. Makes me think of winter. Makes me think of the sheets that my parents used to have on their bed. Hmmm… I’ve never been a big fan of flannel. It sticks to my skin when I sweat. I hate that.
Of course, my first thought was you. Isn’t it always? And it kills me to feel like I am not only not your first thought but often not a thought or a thought so flippant it’s not meaningful to you. In any case there is the photo of you from your Canada trip. Blue flannel and on the fishing boat, mustache still intact.
Seattle, rain, with ray bans, skinny jeans. Indie music comes to mind, Fleet Foxes and Surfer Blood. Best friend lost during last semester to stupid college drama. Such a bummer.
You look cute in that flannel shirt. It’s my favorite color, too. Which happens to be the color of your eyes, as well. But is it the color of your heart? And more importantly, does it match mine?
i love wearing flannel pants for going to sleep
they are so smooth, fluffy, and it just feels so good.
this was the most random word i encountered today and maybe that’s why people love to use oneword.com
im enjoying it so far
Plaid and such make for some great lumberjacks. That being said they aren’t always as great as chopping wood as they appear in their flannel so it can be decieving. I love the feeling of some flannel joy on my skin.
The soft flannel of a warm pair of pyjamas is one the great wonders of winter. What’s the cold, heartless gleam of ice and the empty crackle of snow against the soft cuddle of flannel?
Flannel Pjs are the best! They keep my body from numbing. I’m such a freeze baby so it’s nice to own at least one pair of flannel pjs. :D I have some blues ones with clouds on them.
t-shirt that you wear during the winter. bed sheets on your bed during the winter. on muscle-y mountain men who are chopping wood with axes. reminds me of mountain weekend.
Immer wieder Sonntag im Flanell-Hemd. Warm. Kuschlig. Ich muss nirgendwohin. Ich kann im Bett bleiben. Oder am Ofen sitzen und lesen. Ich muss nichts. Und ich weiß ganz genau, was ich will.
i melt out of my stress and into the night. it is my comfort, my sanctuary. and bed helps me through the day with the thoughts of my flannel at the end of my journey.
Flannel is warm, soft, the color of my winters. Plaid adorns my legs just as easily as jeans and satin; perhaps easier. I feel safe.
i think of him, cozy and warm, together. the way the colors fit together, the way the fabric just sucks you in. i smell him in it. everywhere. i feel the static, the way it rubs against the sheets – sparks. it fits us.
One time when I was younger it was christmas and I got into my warm flannel pyjamas and sat in front of the fireplace. It was nice because they were still warm from the dryer. I love that memory of christmas.
shirt made of red or blue. Primarily one but with many shades of the color. Men wear it, chopping down trees working in the forest in the hot sun. not messing with any of the beautiful wildlife like a child would. Working hard, no breaks.
warm and fuzzy, cozy along side of you. cold wind through my hair, the flannel holding tight around me keeping my insulated with warmth and happiness. you and i are flannel. comfortable.
Warm fabric wrapped up around me, I nearly snuggle with the steaming mug, staring out over the glistening white landscape. Snow had already fallen? When did that happen? It was only October!
soft blanket outside campfire button down long sleeve striped red and green pattern wood
Flannel reminds me of pajamas. Nice, cozy flannel pajamas. I haven’t had a set in years – I do believe I will add them to my birthday/Christmas list. They are fetching in a homey way, and they are the loveliest things to wear while curling up with tea and a good book. Not to mention they do wonders for one’s idiom on Christmas Eve and morning.
i like when he wears his flannel shirt. i like even more when he lets me wear his flannel shirt. i feel safe wrapped up in the warm shirt. smelling of my boyfriend. cozy in his arms and in his flannel shirt. he’s so sexy when he looks me in the eyes and pushes my hair behind my ear. he’s so sexy when he kisses me hard.
flannel cannot keep me warm. neither can friends or love. i didnt mean to do any harm; i know i will rise above.
saw you standing there
ripped jeans
flannel shirt
for some reason
I knew you were the one
regardless
that you had absolutely
nothing to offer me
The flannel shirt was on the ground before me. Thrown there by a careless teenager, but who was that teenager…and why leave his shirt? Or was it a she…?
Flanel #5. It’s my favorite, fashionable new parfum. It’s the latest scent from New York’s premiere eau de toilette magnate, Pierre du Cardin de Va Grinchy. It will be hitting retail shelves soon.
I once knew a song that we sang at my summer camp and it was about wearing flannel pajamas in the winter when it’s hot and then in the springtime/fall, wearing nothing at all! But then it was banned because it’s a lutheran camp. So flannel it is!
As I turned from the window, I shivered. Part of it was due to apprehension, but also because the building was overly air conditioned. I spotted a flannel shirt draped over a chair and put it on. It still smelled of its owner. That’s when I lost it; I sobbed out my grief and fear.
I snuggled down onto the mattress and threw the blanket over my head. The comforting weight settled over me gently. With a happy sigh, I closed my eyes. My bed, a cocoon, a cave. I love my bed. The only thing that would make it better is having someone to share it with.
I like flannel shirts. They’re really warm and very 90s chic. I really like the grungy clothes from the 90s. Like Dr. Martens, I just got a pair today, they’re really cool.
He looked so good in his tight jeans cowboy boots and hat and flannel shirt. He was the epitome of southern cowboy sexy.
I have a flannel shirt. I wore it last week. Flannel reminds me of cowboys. It reminds me of Sadies. It reminds me of halloween. Bright colors, dark colors, lines, overlapping.
Old. Green and black and white. It’s soft yet hard at the same time. His arms are caked in mud. Too much working outside.
Dont wear Flannel.
Paint the Pannel.
Wear Fleece.
That’s Peace.
laying underneath a pile of straw, the itch is bothersome yet it is worth the warmth i feel.
“No, Flannel Fridays are only in the winter!” He kept repeating himself, but nobody cared. How dare no one care! Sarcasm. If someone thinks so highly of himself, he is, right? Wrong. “No one cares. Wafflestitch Wednesdays are where it’s at.” I said.
She had always loved the feel of that old flannel shirt against her cheek. When she rubbed it across her cheek she could still faintly smell the scent of his cologne, and she remembered how happy she had been when he was there. Before he left. She could remember the way he would smile, and pick her up, swinging her high above the ground.
I slip into my warm flannel pajamas on the cool, crisp fall evening. The warm, velvety fabric feels gentle against my dry skin after a harsh day of itchy fabric.
I am wearing a flannel right now. I love flannels, their warm, but easy to take off if you dont want it on anymore. Flannel, oh how I love flannels.
Flannel. Makes me think of warm. Makes me think of winter. Makes me think of the sheets that my parents used to have on their bed. Hmmm… I’ve never been a big fan of flannel. It sticks to my skin when I sweat. I hate that.
Lying here, warm in the middle of the mountains (but face cold, facing the stars), it’s not so much the flannel’s influence as yours.
Of course, my first thought was you. Isn’t it always? And it kills me to feel like I am not only not your first thought but often not a thought or a thought so flippant it’s not meaningful to you. In any case there is the photo of you from your Canada trip. Blue flannel and on the fishing boat, mustache still intact.
Wear flannel pajamas in winter. Trust me.
Seattle, rain, with ray bans, skinny jeans. Indie music comes to mind, Fleet Foxes and Surfer Blood. Best friend lost during last semester to stupid college drama. Such a bummer.
You look cute in that flannel shirt. It’s my favorite color, too. Which happens to be the color of your eyes, as well. But is it the color of your heart? And more importantly, does it match mine?
i love wearing flannel pants for going to sleep
they are so smooth, fluffy, and it just feels so good.
this was the most random word i encountered today and maybe that’s why people love to use oneword.com
im enjoying it so far
Plaid and such make for some great lumberjacks. That being said they aren’t always as great as chopping wood as they appear in their flannel so it can be decieving. I love the feeling of some flannel joy on my skin.
The soft flannel of a warm pair of pyjamas is one the great wonders of winter. What’s the cold, heartless gleam of ice and the empty crackle of snow against the soft cuddle of flannel?
His jacket is flannel. It’s very warm. We call it the blanket.
Flannel Pjs are the best! They keep my body from numbing. I’m such a freeze baby so it’s nice to own at least one pair of flannel pjs. :D I have some blues ones with clouds on them.
t-shirt that you wear during the winter. bed sheets on your bed during the winter. on muscle-y mountain men who are chopping wood with axes. reminds me of mountain weekend.
Immer wieder Sonntag im Flanell-Hemd. Warm. Kuschlig. Ich muss nirgendwohin. Ich kann im Bett bleiben. Oder am Ofen sitzen und lesen. Ich muss nichts. Und ich weiß ganz genau, was ich will.