you told me about your short-sleeved shirts flying up in the wind and blowing cold air through your brain and my heart drooped and melted and dripped all over the keyboard, sparks flying and burning my skin, pressed against the pleather seat in the June humidity as I listened to you rationalize and I don’t ever want to forget
K
sleeved reprieve, alligator sweater vest, smells like bleach and lavender, sunswirl dandelion dangling on your sleeve, your hand in a fist, and in the fist another hand, grateful lawyers coming to the birthday, briefcases leaning on brief faces.
His shirt was definitely sleeved, although not in the regular manner…..one sleeve had a cuff, two buttons on the cuff and the other was short with no cuff and an elastic around the edge. They looked rather bizarrely beautiful!
Coramie
She grabs the long sleeved shirt that once brought her so much comfort, throws it in the fireplace and watches it burn until it’s nothing but ashes.
djksdv
She was wearing a short sleeved dress, moving her figure with grace and confidence, like she had everything and done everything she wanted to. You just wanted to look at her, kiss those red lips and make her all yours. But at the same time, You just wanted to get to the highest point of the building and talk with her about everything and nothing at all, looking as the city moved slowly down your feet, your hands barely touching her, like it was a sin to do anything else. You wanted ot do so many things, but you ended just looking at her dance with him, a sad smile in your lips.
Fran
It was a cold sweat that brought my guts back into my body. The trickle of salty stress beads down my temples almost gave me away, and if it hadn’t been for the doorbell ringing at that moment, I wouldn’t have sleeved that ace.
You wear my heart on you-
Sleeved
Like your tattoos
but unlike them
your love for me
is only temporary
Hannah Jean
Kimono sleeves draped over slender arms, once uncovered to show the white skin warmed with trusting passion. Now one arm ends with a ladle raised high to strike.
Ann M. Lynn
I saw this just and he had tattoos all over his arms. I told my friend “god I wiwh I was sleeved like that. I want a bunch of tattoos now.” She lookes at me woth a weird expr3ssion sand ssid “girl, you’re crazy! I would never” months later I have 3 huge tattoos ans she’s she still has nine. Morsl of the story. Im more awesome and crearive than she is im also less worried about what other people think of me. Thanks to tue guy with tattoos on his arms ♥
Christyn
Superstitious destinies
among the cold,dark harmonies.
Limitless gaps,
aching hearts.
Covering our wounds
to stop the hurt.
Red soldiers, all in a line–
walking the distance to their shrine.
JO
Jason Ohono
The triple color sleeved menace would not stop for every characteristic was habitual.
Samantha
I have no idea what this means. it looks like “beens” but maybe not cuz im just having lap top on my needs.
sleeeeeved yeah like im weeved
when she’s still very small but also considerably taller than before, tsukumo makes a habit out of holding on to his sleeve at times. it seems like she prefers that to holding hands for some reason that lies beyond hirato’s realm of understanding. no, he certainly doesn’t understand it, but clearly the gesture brings her comfort, so he slowly makes a habit out of sticking to shirts with long sleeves.
i sleeved the car window to get the fog to go away. it was twenty degrees outside and my car had broken down. i was supposed to be home to alex for his birthday. why do bad things only happen on good days? i need him to know that i love him and that i’m here for him.
Emily
Once, I wore a long sleeved dress. It was terribly uncomfortable and the sleeves were very, very long. I didn’t much like it and in fact, was rather bothered by the dress. However, my mother bought it for me…
Audrey
Sleeved is something that men from the south should take more seriously. There is a serious lack of sleeves there. Some people need to be sleeved.
Jacob Schreifels
shirt and sleeves and dogs and clothing and sleeves cuffs something ta da!
Noelle
I was just walking around, trying to hide the suspicions that were so obvious on my face. When I slid into the resteraunt and was sleeved
Erin
Sleeved. She had been sleeved. Usually she was paraded openly and obnoxiously, but this time she had been sleeved. Tucked away out of shame; but still close at hand for the next occurrence where she would be appropriately shoved in whomever’s face.
Kristin
ONe time I had a sleeve and it was dirty, little did I know it was smudge with the blood of my heart pinned to it. I thought about taking it off, but when it comes down to it I didn’t have the heart. beacause it was there. On my sleeve.
TJ
shirts when sleeved are really formal, sometimes it’s better to keep it fresh. Of course it depends on the person but for me, natural clothes and a trashy style are way better. I think it lets you act a little bit more freed, you know, clothes might change the way you behave.
Valentina
I was in my long sleeved button up collard shirt. I rolled up the sleeves, it became too hot.
I was sleeved one time in school. Some kid, decided he wanted to punch me and left me this big freaking bruise. I cried and went to the office to go tell. By the time that happened I had been sleeved again.
Iesha Ferguson
with blue cuff links. I couldn’t believe the monkey was wearing a shirt. He walked over to Franz, took his cigarette, and continued to smoke it. The monkey seemed to have more class than all of Franz’s friends combined.
Lisa
my arm covered in tattoo, its sleeved, and I like I that way. Its a entire murial of who I am and what I like and that’s all that matters. Some people may not like or appreciate it but that doesn’t matter, because these are for me.
Cedes
Her manicured hand was sleeved in an elegant black glove; a glove that kept many secrets hidden, including the woman’s own identity.
Well, I suppose I should say the shirt is sleeves. IT really depends on the weather on what kind of sleeve you want. T-shirts are a favorite when the temperature outside resembles that of a boiling pot. However, you might want some coverage if Alaska decided to drop by for a quick visit. Or perhaps a whole season. What can I say, can’t keep the north away.
This word could effect your whole outfit. You may decide that, if you choose a sleeved shirt, you need to wear long pants. If, however, you don’t choose such shirt, you may wear shorts and have a completely different look.
Skye
You mean when people cover their entire arm in tatoos? Pretty cool. Pretty permanent. But what’s the point? What are you trying to tell the world? What are you trying to tell yourself?
Sleeveless Joe
Sleeved is one word that could change everything. You may ask your friend to fetch you a shirt. Whether you say ‘sleeved’ or not is a big deal. They may end up grabbing a tank top in the middle of winter!
Skye
The edge of her sleeve just covered her wrist, protecting the delicate skin at the base of her palm from eyes.
He watched the place anyway, hoping the sleeve would slip up, and he’d be able to see the fine network of veins that branched inward and outward in amazing patterns.
The porcelain skin seemed to glow in the light, but she never looked at him, and the white sleeve never moved.
Sometimes, he wondered if it would ever move. It seemed fixed in place to her skin as if by pins.
He walked into the bank, sleeved in his right hand shirt was a loaded gun, his heart pounded as he wlked
VSingh
sleeved makes me think of shirts, the crisp freshly ironed ones ready to slip your arms into and look respectable for work in the morning. Something about the creases in the sleeves themselves.
Emma
the short-sleeved button-downs each prisoner was issued were their own kind of humiliation. there was no way to hide the scars, the sores, the damaged and thinning skin, the meager flesh. they were on display. the fact that they suffered this injury together was no comfort; instead, the sight of neighbors with hands just as thin and wrists just as bony as their own served only to remind them, in the absence of mirrors, who they were and where they were and what had become of them.
The arm was thin and veiny, awkwardly placed on the armrest and, yet, somehow beautiful. I could not keep my eyes off of that sleeved arm.
Karen
knitting all along with the thread hanging low and the cats keep unraveling the sleeves. this sweater’s getting ruined and the floor is a mess but i keep going and keep going all the same.
The sleeved women knew no boundaries in conversation yet was so guarded about her own personal history. She smirked knowingly but the man knew better. Positioned on a higher seat she tried to skirt around disappointed. The pain in her eyes was not something that could be hidden. Her secure masque did little but dishearten the man.
everythingused
With this design, it would only make sense for the shirt to be sleeved. This doesn’t make any sense the way it is. Whoever is behind this horrid creation must be put to rest.
you told me about your short-sleeved shirts flying up in the wind and blowing cold air through your brain and my heart drooped and melted and dripped all over the keyboard, sparks flying and burning my skin, pressed against the pleather seat in the June humidity as I listened to you rationalize and I don’t ever want to forget
sleeved reprieve, alligator sweater vest, smells like bleach and lavender, sunswirl dandelion dangling on your sleeve, your hand in a fist, and in the fist another hand, grateful lawyers coming to the birthday, briefcases leaning on brief faces.
His shirt was definitely sleeved, although not in the regular manner…..one sleeve had a cuff, two buttons on the cuff and the other was short with no cuff and an elastic around the edge. They looked rather bizarrely beautiful!
She grabs the long sleeved shirt that once brought her so much comfort, throws it in the fireplace and watches it burn until it’s nothing but ashes.
She was wearing a short sleeved dress, moving her figure with grace and confidence, like she had everything and done everything she wanted to. You just wanted to look at her, kiss those red lips and make her all yours. But at the same time, You just wanted to get to the highest point of the building and talk with her about everything and nothing at all, looking as the city moved slowly down your feet, your hands barely touching her, like it was a sin to do anything else. You wanted ot do so many things, but you ended just looking at her dance with him, a sad smile in your lips.
It was a cold sweat that brought my guts back into my body. The trickle of salty stress beads down my temples almost gave me away, and if it hadn’t been for the doorbell ringing at that moment, I wouldn’t have sleeved that ace.
Sleeved
You wear my heart on you-
Sleeved
Like your tattoos
but unlike them
your love for me
is only temporary
Kimono sleeves draped over slender arms, once uncovered to show the white skin warmed with trusting passion. Now one arm ends with a ladle raised high to strike.
I saw this just and he had tattoos all over his arms. I told my friend “god I wiwh I was sleeved like that. I want a bunch of tattoos now.” She lookes at me woth a weird expr3ssion sand ssid “girl, you’re crazy! I would never” months later I have 3 huge tattoos ans she’s she still has nine. Morsl of the story. Im more awesome and crearive than she is im also less worried about what other people think of me. Thanks to tue guy with tattoos on his arms ♥
Superstitious destinies
among the cold,dark harmonies.
Limitless gaps,
aching hearts.
Covering our wounds
to stop the hurt.
Red soldiers, all in a line–
walking the distance to their shrine.
JO
The triple color sleeved menace would not stop for every characteristic was habitual.
I have no idea what this means. it looks like “beens” but maybe not cuz im just having lap top on my needs.
sleeeeeved yeah like im weeved
when she’s still very small but also considerably taller than before, tsukumo makes a habit out of holding on to his sleeve at times. it seems like she prefers that to holding hands for some reason that lies beyond hirato’s realm of understanding. no, he certainly doesn’t understand it, but clearly the gesture brings her comfort, so he slowly makes a habit out of sticking to shirts with long sleeves.
i sleeved the car window to get the fog to go away. it was twenty degrees outside and my car had broken down. i was supposed to be home to alex for his birthday. why do bad things only happen on good days? i need him to know that i love him and that i’m here for him.
Once, I wore a long sleeved dress. It was terribly uncomfortable and the sleeves were very, very long. I didn’t much like it and in fact, was rather bothered by the dress. However, my mother bought it for me…
Sleeved is something that men from the south should take more seriously. There is a serious lack of sleeves there. Some people need to be sleeved.
shirt and sleeves and dogs and clothing and sleeves cuffs something ta da!
I was just walking around, trying to hide the suspicions that were so obvious on my face. When I slid into the resteraunt and was sleeved
Sleeved. She had been sleeved. Usually she was paraded openly and obnoxiously, but this time she had been sleeved. Tucked away out of shame; but still close at hand for the next occurrence where she would be appropriately shoved in whomever’s face.
ONe time I had a sleeve and it was dirty, little did I know it was smudge with the blood of my heart pinned to it. I thought about taking it off, but when it comes down to it I didn’t have the heart. beacause it was there. On my sleeve.
shirts when sleeved are really formal, sometimes it’s better to keep it fresh. Of course it depends on the person but for me, natural clothes and a trashy style are way better. I think it lets you act a little bit more freed, you know, clothes might change the way you behave.
I was in my long sleeved button up collard shirt. I rolled up the sleeves, it became too hot.
I was sleeved one time in school. Some kid, decided he wanted to punch me and left me this big freaking bruise. I cried and went to the office to go tell. By the time that happened I had been sleeved again.
with blue cuff links. I couldn’t believe the monkey was wearing a shirt. He walked over to Franz, took his cigarette, and continued to smoke it. The monkey seemed to have more class than all of Franz’s friends combined.
my arm covered in tattoo, its sleeved, and I like I that way. Its a entire murial of who I am and what I like and that’s all that matters. Some people may not like or appreciate it but that doesn’t matter, because these are for me.
Her manicured hand was sleeved in an elegant black glove; a glove that kept many secrets hidden, including the woman’s own identity.
Well, I suppose I should say the shirt is sleeves. IT really depends on the weather on what kind of sleeve you want. T-shirts are a favorite when the temperature outside resembles that of a boiling pot. However, you might want some coverage if Alaska decided to drop by for a quick visit. Or perhaps a whole season. What can I say, can’t keep the north away.
This word could effect your whole outfit. You may decide that, if you choose a sleeved shirt, you need to wear long pants. If, however, you don’t choose such shirt, you may wear shorts and have a completely different look.
You mean when people cover their entire arm in tatoos? Pretty cool. Pretty permanent. But what’s the point? What are you trying to tell the world? What are you trying to tell yourself?
Sleeved is one word that could change everything. You may ask your friend to fetch you a shirt. Whether you say ‘sleeved’ or not is a big deal. They may end up grabbing a tank top in the middle of winter!
The edge of her sleeve just covered her wrist, protecting the delicate skin at the base of her palm from eyes.
He watched the place anyway, hoping the sleeve would slip up, and he’d be able to see the fine network of veins that branched inward and outward in amazing patterns.
The porcelain skin seemed to glow in the light, but she never looked at him, and the white sleeve never moved.
Sometimes, he wondered if it would ever move. It seemed fixed in place to her skin as if by pins.
He walked into the bank, sleeved in his right hand shirt was a loaded gun, his heart pounded as he wlked
sleeved makes me think of shirts, the crisp freshly ironed ones ready to slip your arms into and look respectable for work in the morning. Something about the creases in the sleeves themselves.
the short-sleeved button-downs each prisoner was issued were their own kind of humiliation. there was no way to hide the scars, the sores, the damaged and thinning skin, the meager flesh. they were on display. the fact that they suffered this injury together was no comfort; instead, the sight of neighbors with hands just as thin and wrists just as bony as their own served only to remind them, in the absence of mirrors, who they were and where they were and what had become of them.
To cover up our arms
A place to house the arms
Striped sweaters
everyone has sleeves
a man without sleeves
sexual exhibitionary
a man with sleeves
repressed puritan
you could say anything with such conviction.
The arm was thin and veiny, awkwardly placed on the armrest and, yet, somehow beautiful. I could not keep my eyes off of that sleeved arm.
knitting all along with the thread hanging low and the cats keep unraveling the sleeves. this sweater’s getting ruined and the floor is a mess but i keep going and keep going all the same.
The sleeved women knew no boundaries in conversation yet was so guarded about her own personal history. She smirked knowingly but the man knew better. Positioned on a higher seat she tried to skirt around disappointed. The pain in her eyes was not something that could be hidden. Her secure masque did little but dishearten the man.
With this design, it would only make sense for the shirt to be sleeved. This doesn’t make any sense the way it is. Whoever is behind this horrid creation must be put to rest.
I prefer long-sleeved shirts to short-sleeved.