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#sweaters
Sweaters, Are they made to make us sweat? Or to look cool on a sunny day? Maybe just a lazy fit for a lazy mood. Maybe for comfort. That soft, cosy shield against the cold. Or maybe.. just maybe.. they’re a quiet symbol of admiration for someone on the 3rd of December.
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
Sweaters
if the clothes hanging in my closet start getting bigger i know i'm either eating too much or hiding under sweaters if they all turn from black to white i feel like I'm asking for attention i look in the mirror and force my smile away "don't get ahead of yourself you're losing direction" i need to feel bad about myself to get the right motivation hide under sweaters that shield me from affection
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Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
clothes
Finally, no longer does she wear sweaters in summer. - Jay M October 13th, 2022
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Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
Finally
The sun, shined warmly this morning. Yet by noon the rain clouds rolled in. We donned our sweaters and hats. Yet off they came and the clouds parted And the sun began to shine.    Facing the sun It warmed our cheeks Lifted our souls. Our hearts understood Even when it rains The sun continues to shine Above and between the clouds. COVID-19 is just like a little rain In the larger scheme of Life. When trouble comes We don our coats And remove them The sun shines hot upon us. Day after day, Season after season Year after year Looking between the clouds Lifting our eyes to the Light Noticing the wheels Within the wheels And cycles within cycles It is the same within As is above. The sun in its orbit With the Earth revolving And turning upon itself Inward around the sun. Season after season Circling, around The evolving celestial paths. Until this too is but a memory of long ago When the COVID viruses used to roam the earth.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
COVID-19
I got a new sweater today Men's section Of a cheap department store It's too big on me Fits like drapery Concealing my form That's the only thing I want to do anymore I don't fit in clothes Like I don't fit with girls Too big, too bustless Their sweaters hug my body In all the wrong places But I'm too small for boys Too young Too restless With messy girly hair And a slim doe's neck I am not enough for them I cannot fill their shoes So I bury myself In a baggy sweater Drowning myself In insecurities Hoping no one will look closer Find out what's beneath these clothes Beneath this skin Beneath "me"
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Sweater Dayz
it's the complete opposite of sweater weather, and for once, i'm enjoying it. feeling the hot sand between my toes, the contrast of the cool waves lapping at my body as i soak up the sun before i get in, the all too familiar smell of sunscreen, that lingers all the way home till i shower off the salt that formed onto my skin. the routine that i get into, clears my head, making me relish the remaining time i have of it: the sweet smile of the waitresses once i order my coffee, already making more plans even when i'm out of the house, posting pictures of how great i look without the crippling pressure of school that weighs down my shoulders. truly, i don't know how i manage, when the time eventually rolls around to wear sweaters
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
this isn't sweater weather
A mber leaves and golden fields glisten in the morning sun as farmers work each day to finish the harvest. After all is done, the warmth of family welcomes them home. U nfazed by the moonlight, a football field fills to the brim as school colors filter into the stands full of hopeful fans. All the while, friends huddle under blankets avoiding the chill. T rucks fill pumpkin patches as families pick out decorations for their porches, and friends enjoy corn mazes, hayrack rides, and haunted trails. The excitement for Halloween grows like a wildfire as the day draws near. U nder each roof, families come together for Thanksgiving: savory turkey, green beans, and pumpkin pie. The rest of the day is spent visiting with satisfied appetites. M any girls search their closets to find sweaters for warmth and comfort as they try to ward off the crisp autumn air. Wrapped in soft, cozy cotton, the evening soon becomes as exciting as ever. N othing can compete with all I love about fall: candy apples, pumpkin spice, sweaters, and fallen leaves. Needless to say, I am partial to the chilly nights, Halloween frights, and football lights.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
AUTUMN
winter nights, couch days. sweater, socks and no pants. coffee with half a spoon sugar, some days i like the bitter and the cold in the chaos.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
winter chaos
And Love is like sand You can never hold it But once you've been to the beach You'll always find it somewhere, Glittering in your sweaters.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Always
brown ringlets we fall in love gently like raindrops Love is not like I think but instead calm and sweaters and hugs and I feel calm (for moments here and there) coconuts and socks I want to remember the softness of you (your hands) and the fire of you the way you cry the way you are earth I want only to tell you that the way you (are) sing , dance make me love you more (often) platonically.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
to a you
hang the clean laundry on the rafter above my head tired hands wring out drenched sweaters clothing above me dripping, the drops fall on me like rain
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Hand Wash
Sweaters may be bad for lonesome people. Mind you, they don't make up for a lack of caresses. They heat the soul; loose ones make it flirty. But no cashmere can kiss your neck.
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Sweater Season
A lifelong amount of moments to a matter of seconds in my head, a few drops of liquid in my brain that could have erased all of the miserable feelings in my uneasy gut. You used to always roll my sleeves up for me, but now my sweaters are in the closet and they're catching dust. And now winter is coming, but I would have worn them for you in the summer.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Summer Days
A haze of smoke Blurs the picture Lipstick stains the Cigarette that flickers Red painted nails Tap the frozen rails Champagne bottle, Dating back to Versailles Blacked out eyes, matching skin Bruise alike **** it with a shot of gin Little white flowers Shot with a polaroid Symbolize my paranoia Pastel colors litter my eyes Watching the rain fall As time flies by Twinkling Lights of the city skyline Closed eyes, sip of wine Hot coffee, big sweaters Take a sip, enjoy the weather Old book Faded maps And worn out ball caps Gold jewelry flashed about Parties thrown in nthe underground Now I begin, haven't you heard? Aesthetic is in, what a beautiful word.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Aesthetic
Unknowing, unaware. Doesn't see, so it doesn't care. Hanging up - Just like the bones, Limp and lifeless and no one knows. By the neck, the hanger holds; Touched by the dark and growing cold. The beauty gone, the color faded; The fight is over, the survivor gave in. Cursed by the mind, tainted by darkness, Victim of everything, eyes dull and spark-less. Nothing left, the coffin closes. The door shuts early                          On the Pink Sweater's Closet.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
The Pink Sweater
she owned scars, but also owned, the best, sweater collection,
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
sweaters. [10w]
Oh how I love wearing my sweaters I wear then in the morning,especially at night in the cold and summer in the public and private places when I fell all soo happy and also when I'm depressed It's like a shell It protects from this dangerous world the world criticism stings me giving me a lethal dose of paranoia and sleep deprivation Well  luckily I have my sweaters It's my cup of Joe my video game my secret lover my special listener my doctor my savior Oh it saves me alright from the world isolating me from the world making me lonely and cold But it is worth it oh this world can be dangerous i don't want my soul to be drain But eventually when I'm ready I will break from this cocoon and spread my wings so that everybody can see my warmth and salvation My sweaters they are nice to have but it is not meant to be worn for a long time.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
My Sweaters