Hipster. People who think they’re trendy. It’s always worn these days! Everyone, girls, boys! I hate it! Pink, red, black, purple… every single color. I don’t know why it’s a trend, I think it makes people look old and boring. It’s a horrible pattern. People should stop wearing it. Girls think it makes them look edgy but it just makes them look like wannabes. Boys think they will get girls but they won’t.
you look like
a cross between
an idiot and a
hobo with your
button-down
plaid shirt and
your cheap
headphones
over your stupid
hair and the music
only you’ve heard of
blaring loud enough
for everyone
else to hear,
and all i can think is
thank god you
don’t have one
of those “hipster
mullets.”
The multi-coloured plaid swung on her short skirt as I watched her from behind. This young, beautiful girl did not know of my watchful eye. Did not know that my eyes yearned to view underneath that very skirt and that very thong. So innocent and so young, something I would take pleasure in taking.
weel I mind the plaid you wrapped round yerself donny lad the day you came up the hill to the shieling and the smile on yoiur face when you swa me keeking at the window lit uip the hard dark of the summer cabin – with mother leering and father scowled knowing the game – and the loosing of it
awful, horrible, disgusting, social suicide. Not worth looking at, reminds me of plain, clashes with everything, tacky, chavvy, tasteless. Boring, dull, burberry, pretentious
nothing can stop me from thinking about what I am thinking about. love shouldn’t exist. it isn’t worth the time. you just find yourself shutting down and resenting every moment leading up to now, just leave your heart alone when you can. find joy in simpler things. never EVER pursue it when you think you see it in someone else. forget it. find other things to love. it can’t exist in someone else. it doesn’t exist in someone else.
I’ve always wanted to wear plaid in a public place, but I don’t because it’s actually not a very good idea. Instead, I’ll wear tweed jackets and such, pretending to solve mysteries.
madrass shorts bleed and fade all summer long,the table cloth is perfect for the picnic then. all laid out in the grid of warmth and contendedness, at least for now
Plaid. What an ugly thing. Bland and disgusting. He wears it all the time, drowning in a sea of hideous despair. Why be friends with someone like him, it’s obvious he will be horrible company. A total nerdy bore. I know I sound all shallow and stuff, but i’m a 16 year old girl, it’s how I roll.
—The superficial innerworkings of a teenage terror.
The dark room was filled with plaid patterns. It was unnerving. She whipped around, fear clearly etched in her face. The plaid stung her eyes as she tried to escape. It was no use.
Ew. I mean, maybe not ew, persay. Maybe it’s just bleh. It looks cute on some people, I guess, but those are usually the really tall, skinny girls. Or really hot men. Yum. The rest of us, well, we’re outta luck. Too many boxes for us squares.
plaid. a kind of… uhhhh. i dont know. AN IRISH WORD FOR CLOTH? THE ONE WITH PATTERNS? like a kilt. there. that’s a plaid when i imagine it. something green. with red stripes. or vice versa.
The plaid material sat on her lap. She smiled as she sew thread through it, creating a pretty shape.
“RAWR!” someone screamed loud.
She jumped in fright and her hand jerked. Looking down at the material, she saw a big rip in the thread. Revenge.
Ew. I mean, maybe not ew, exactly. Maybe it’s just ‘bleh’. It looks cute on some people, I guess, but those are usually the really tall, skinny girls. Or really hot men. Yum. The rest of us, well, we’re outta luck. Too many boxes for us squares.
scotish wear plaid skirts? i have never really understood why…. well i think i should try harder to know more about how the world works before i complain and question why…
when we where young our mother would always plaid our hair, saying that it was a sign of good luck. I sometime objected to it being done, but she will have none of that.
“There’s something i never told you… you remember that night where you were sitting in my backseat smoking what you thought would be your last cigarette?”
She replied with the ever same, delicately graceful, voice she had: “yes”
“Well.. as I watch the blood drip down onto your plaid shirt, getting lost and engulfed by the patter, all I could think is… I don’t want her to die.” He laughed a little, but more to himself than for her. “I can’t do this without you, i just can’t, and that was the moment. I ran away because I feared if you were ever to go I wouldn’t be able to dig myself out of my grave, but you know what, you are my home if you go, I go. Deal?”
Was it? It was his death pack, for she knew she would soon fade from this life, but if she knew she had to leave him behind it would just destroy her further.
“Deal”
i have no idea what this means! though it can be split up into pl. aid? probably can be used as a sign language to signal for help.. as a code word with a friend when you are stuck somewhere etc.
Ok absolutely no idea what this means.. so i am gonna google it.. Tartan is a pattern consisting of criss-crossed horizontal and vertical bands in multiple colours. any cloth weaved win a tartan pattern is called a plaid apparently.. okay!
Plaid. So complicated. Patches and patches of the same color. Does it ever end? Probably not. We’re all in a mad world after all. Patches and patches of the same color.
love plaid. he was dressed in plaid, unfortunately he was dressed entirely in plaid. plaid socks pants, shirt and tie. all plaid. He must be a clown said the little boy with his mother, he must be a clown. but he left before anyone knew
Oh dear.
That fashion choice
becomes you not,
tis woeful sore
upon the eyes,
yet there it lies
upon your frame
like a bad idea,
an awful joke,
but yet,
I can’t think
of whom it might look better on.
i have no idea what plaid might be. i know lots of words from english language but plaid belongs to group that i have no idea what could mean. it belongs to group where i would ask somebody to explain it to me if it would appear in conversation. I have little believe that it might be breed of fish, because i know that i heard it somewhere but i am really not sure. i image it as long wide fish quite thin in comparison to its lenght.
i dont even know the meaning of the word plaid, but since you want me to write something about it then here I am writing something about the word that i dont even know the meaning of it, sometimes life is like that things come at you and you dont know what it means but you have to act quick and do something about it.
Tartan skirts of scottish people up in the glorious mountainous highlands of scotland. I’d love to see a lovely big Scotsman in some sexy plaid outfit. Boom. I’ve got nothing else to write. Too much time.
Reminds me of my grandmother. Her obsession with knitting and crocheting these warm but questionably not so fancy looking duvet covers, plaids, tablecloths. I don’t have the patience to knit, it would freak me out.
I was in love with him. His plaid suit and running shoes. The chocolate coffee mornings. The confident smiles. Why did he have to leave me with a sallow heart?
I don’t know the word plaid. Thought it was misspelt and should’ve been played. But if it is something dreadful then it is bad if plaid is like brading hair, then it is pretty cool and something imaginitave l may like
Plaid was never a normal cat. Maybe it has something to do with the name, but Plaid never acted like the other cats. Of course it drank milk and ate meat, but it also liked to watch Runway and ANTM. Maybe Plaid should have been named Buffy and would have had better taste. None of this clothing ideas would come to it then. Instead of tearing things, it would stitch up fabric. What a wonderful cat for a designer. Of course I would have preferred a Vampire Slayer any day!
I hate this stuff. Like, seriously, I want to go vomit. It’s so weird and I don’t understand why they have it… it’s always on school uniforms. The only time I actually like it is on Scottish kilts; then the guys look great while they play the bagpipe. Which I love. But plaid? No way. Don’t love that.
Hipster. People who think they’re trendy. It’s always worn these days! Everyone, girls, boys! I hate it! Pink, red, black, purple… every single color. I don’t know why it’s a trend, I think it makes people look old and boring. It’s a horrible pattern. People should stop wearing it. Girls think it makes them look edgy but it just makes them look like wannabes. Boys think they will get girls but they won’t.
By Taylor on 06.06.2011
you look like
a cross between
an idiot and a
hobo with your
button-down
plaid shirt and
your cheap
headphones
over your stupid
hair and the music
only you’ve heard of
blaring loud enough
for everyone
else to hear,
and all i can think is
thank god you
don’t have one
of those “hipster
mullets.”
By eleven URL on 06.06.2011
The multi-coloured plaid swung on her short skirt as I watched her from behind. This young, beautiful girl did not know of my watchful eye. Did not know that my eyes yearned to view underneath that very skirt and that very thong. So innocent and so young, something I would take pleasure in taking.
By Morgan URL on 06.06.2011
weel I mind the plaid you wrapped round yerself donny lad the day you came up the hill to the shieling and the smile on yoiur face when you swa me keeking at the window lit uip the hard dark of the summer cabin – with mother leering and father scowled knowing the game – and the loosing of it
By scotchwhiskers URL on 06.06.2011
home blankets i like red ,purple ones , having the pattern of a plaid
By Irfan on 06.06.2011
awful, horrible, disgusting, social suicide. Not worth looking at, reminds me of plain, clashes with everything, tacky, chavvy, tasteless. Boring, dull, burberry, pretentious
By Charlotte URL on 06.06.2011
nothing can stop me from thinking about what I am thinking about. love shouldn’t exist. it isn’t worth the time. you just find yourself shutting down and resenting every moment leading up to now, just leave your heart alone when you can. find joy in simpler things. never EVER pursue it when you think you see it in someone else. forget it. find other things to love. it can’t exist in someone else. it doesn’t exist in someone else.
By Park URL on 06.06.2011
I’ve always wanted to wear plaid in a public place, but I don’t because it’s actually not a very good idea. Instead, I’ll wear tweed jackets and such, pretending to solve mysteries.
By Bob on 06.06.2011
madrass shorts bleed and fade all summer long,the table cloth is perfect for the picnic then. all laid out in the grid of warmth and contendedness, at least for now
By namelessneed URL on 06.06.2011
a father’s vest. a hip revival. reminiscent of the good days when classic was charming and vulgarity was uncalled for.
By jenniele URL on 06.06.2011
Plaid. What an ugly thing. Bland and disgusting. He wears it all the time, drowning in a sea of hideous despair. Why be friends with someone like him, it’s obvious he will be horrible company. A total nerdy bore. I know I sound all shallow and stuff, but i’m a 16 year old girl, it’s how I roll.
—The superficial innerworkings of a teenage terror.
By N.A.Miles URL on 06.06.2011
The dark room was filled with plaid patterns. It was unnerving. She whipped around, fear clearly etched in her face. The plaid stung her eyes as she tried to escape. It was no use.
By Emily URL on 06.06.2011
Ew. I mean, maybe not ew, persay. Maybe it’s just bleh. It looks cute on some people, I guess, but those are usually the really tall, skinny girls. Or really hot men. Yum. The rest of us, well, we’re outta luck. Too many boxes for us squares.
By Becky on 06.06.2011
Plaid, a simplistic pattern, seen commonly each and every day.
By Mell on 06.06.2011
plaid. a kind of… uhhhh. i dont know. AN IRISH WORD FOR CLOTH? THE ONE WITH PATTERNS? like a kilt. there. that’s a plaid when i imagine it. something green. with red stripes. or vice versa.
By ssshhhh :D URL on 06.06.2011
The plaid material sat on her lap. She smiled as she sew thread through it, creating a pretty shape.
“RAWR!” someone screamed loud.
She jumped in fright and her hand jerked. Looking down at the material, she saw a big rip in the thread. Revenge.
By Remy (F) URL on 06.06.2011
Ew. I mean, maybe not ew, exactly. Maybe it’s just ‘bleh’. It looks cute on some people, I guess, but those are usually the really tall, skinny girls. Or really hot men. Yum. The rest of us, well, we’re outta luck. Too many boxes for us squares.
By Becks URL on 06.06.2011
scotish wear plaid skirts? i have never really understood why…. well i think i should try harder to know more about how the world works before i complain and question why…
By sadaf URL on 06.06.2011
when we where young our mother would always plaid our hair, saying that it was a sign of good luck. I sometime objected to it being done, but she will have none of that.
By victor walkes URL on 06.06.2011
“There’s something i never told you… you remember that night where you were sitting in my backseat smoking what you thought would be your last cigarette?”
She replied with the ever same, delicately graceful, voice she had: “yes”
“Well.. as I watch the blood drip down onto your plaid shirt, getting lost and engulfed by the patter, all I could think is… I don’t want her to die.” He laughed a little, but more to himself than for her. “I can’t do this without you, i just can’t, and that was the moment. I ran away because I feared if you were ever to go I wouldn’t be able to dig myself out of my grave, but you know what, you are my home if you go, I go. Deal?”
Was it? It was his death pack, for she knew she would soon fade from this life, but if she knew she had to leave him behind it would just destroy her further.
“Deal”
By Saskia on 06.06.2011
i have no idea what this means! though it can be split up into pl. aid? probably can be used as a sign language to signal for help.. as a code word with a friend when you are stuck somewhere etc.
By gargi on 06.06.2011
Your plaids still play havoc in my mind.
Why?
You ask,
Why not?
By Aditi URL on 06.06.2011
Ok absolutely no idea what this means.. so i am gonna google it.. Tartan is a pattern consisting of criss-crossed horizontal and vertical bands in multiple colours. any cloth weaved win a tartan pattern is called a plaid apparently.. okay!
By gargi URL on 06.06.2011
Plaid. So complicated. Patches and patches of the same color. Does it ever end? Probably not. We’re all in a mad world after all. Patches and patches of the same color.
By y u mad on 06.06.2011
i had one in college. i learned recently that it was pronounced like “plad” like “lad” and not like “played”. anyway, it was blue.
By rex on 06.06.2011
love plaid. he was dressed in plaid, unfortunately he was dressed entirely in plaid. plaid socks pants, shirt and tie. all plaid. He must be a clown said the little boy with his mother, he must be a clown. but he left before anyone knew
By Bob Hussey URL on 06.06.2011
Oh dear.
That fashion choice
becomes you not,
tis woeful sore
upon the eyes,
yet there it lies
upon your frame
like a bad idea,
an awful joke,
but yet,
I can’t think
of whom it might look better on.
By Nick on 06.06.2011
i have no idea what plaid might be. i know lots of words from english language but plaid belongs to group that i have no idea what could mean. it belongs to group where i would ask somebody to explain it to me if it would appear in conversation. I have little believe that it might be breed of fish, because i know that i heard it somewhere but i am really not sure. i image it as long wide fish quite thin in comparison to its lenght.
By brano hamacek on 06.06.2011
i dont even know the meaning of the word plaid, but since you want me to write something about it then here I am writing something about the word that i dont even know the meaning of it, sometimes life is like that things come at you and you dont know what it means but you have to act quick and do something about it.
By jon on 06.06.2011
skirts and dresses and being happy a small child in the sunshine and licking ice cream maybe stealing cheres off a tree
By kathrin on 06.06.2011
Tartan skirts of scottish people up in the glorious mountainous highlands of scotland. I’d love to see a lovely big Scotsman in some sexy plaid outfit. Boom. I’ve got nothing else to write. Too much time.
By stacey on 06.06.2011
Reminds me of my grandmother. Her obsession with knitting and crocheting these warm but questionably not so fancy looking duvet covers, plaids, tablecloths. I don’t have the patience to knit, it would freak me out.
By Anton URL on 06.06.2011
I was in love with him. His plaid suit and running shoes. The chocolate coffee mornings. The confident smiles. Why did he have to leave me with a sallow heart?
By UnderWater URL on 06.06.2011
I don’t know the word plaid. Thought it was misspelt and should’ve been played. But if it is something dreadful then it is bad if plaid is like brading hair, then it is pretty cool and something imaginitave l may like
By Tanya URL on 06.06.2011
Plaid was never a normal cat. Maybe it has something to do with the name, but Plaid never acted like the other cats. Of course it drank milk and ate meat, but it also liked to watch Runway and ANTM. Maybe Plaid should have been named Buffy and would have had better taste. None of this clothing ideas would come to it then. Instead of tearing things, it would stitch up fabric. What a wonderful cat for a designer. Of course I would have preferred a Vampire Slayer any day!
By Tia on 06.06.2011
boring. maybe. maybe not. Paisley, summer vibes. Fresh fruit, crisp wine. garden parties. breeze, green.
By Robs URL on 06.06.2011
The plaid paid pants worn by the pained pedestrian crossing the playground beyond the petunias were processed by purveyors of pure pointlessness.
By Kendrick Ong URL on 06.06.2011
The plaid paid pants worn by the pained pedestrian crossing the playground beyond the petunias were processed by purveyors of pure pointlessness.
By Kendrick Ong URL on 06.06.2011
As i sit watching the clouds roll by, i wonder. will i ever have this oppurtunity again. oh to be a 22 year old amputee on holiday in scotland.
By tscrub19 on 06.06.2011
I hate this stuff. Like, seriously, I want to go vomit. It’s so weird and I don’t understand why they have it… it’s always on school uniforms. The only time I actually like it is on Scottish kilts; then the guys look great while they play the bagpipe. Which I love. But plaid? No way. Don’t love that.
By RipredtheGnawer URL on 06.06.2011