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I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed.
The pyjamas have cats on them. I am informed that these cats belong to an organisation called Hello Kitty.
He was just a boy wearing pajamas, one slipper, and an old blue dressing gown under a stranger's jacket, and he did not belong anywhere but in his own bedroom.
I live out in the desert, in farm country. I'm around a lot of farmers, guys with packing houses, that sort of thing. Half the time, these guys are in their pajamas or in their slippers. It's their place.
Lady, you have the wrong number. Our cat isn't even in the hospital. He doesn't want pajamas.
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I'll never know.
Some days you live in pajamas, and your hair kind-of has that Albert Einstein look.
You had day-of-the-week underwear growing up, didn't you?
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
As soon as I get into my house, I put on sweats and pyjamas.
us in thick, heated towels and bears me to bed.
I love getting amazing jackets, because you can wear your pajamas underneath and everyone's like, 'Oh, fabulous jacket,' and I'm like, 'You should see what's underneath!'
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
I think clothes should make you feel safe. I like clothes you want to go to sleep in. I sometimes stand in front of a mirror and change a million times because I know I really want to wear my nightgown.
I love the big, like, basketball sweats ... and I only wear vintage T-shirts to bed, because I like the super-thin ones.
linen slipcovers, was as white as whole milk.
There's nothing I'd never wear, really. I've worn pink spotty pajamas from a Goodwill store onstage before. This only happens when I'm having a small breakdown!
Sometimes hanging out in pajamas with a good book sounded like a phenomenal idea.
I love soft-cotton white T-shirts.
So, like I asked, what's with the nightie?"
"It smells like what I always think mothers smell like," I tell him honestly, knowing I don't have to explain.
He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.
Sprawled in his khakis and citrus-yellow V-neck sweater,
At night when they prepared for bed Freda removed all her clothes and lay like a great fretful baby, majestically dimpled and curved. Brenda wore her pajamas and her underwear and a tweed coat - that was the difference between them.
I got sick and tired of my lady wearing ugly underwear to bed, so I turned to the Internet.
Do you sleep naked?
In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well ... nothing.
You were the one who gave me those boxers? I wondered where they came from, I wear those! Although I'm not a big fan of flannel, it gets a little hot down there, if you know what I mean.
When my desire
grows too fierce
I wear my bed clothes
inside out,
dark as the night's rough husk.
The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe's pajamas.
Night Owl: So what are you wearing?
Unk, you crazy son-of-a-bitch, I love you. I think you are the cat's pajamas.
I was in my recliner bundled up in my terrycloth robe, a gift from my great aunt Maureen, that came with some sage advice: darling, after a warm body, a terrycloth robe is the next best thing to cuddle up with on a cold night.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course
I'm a boxer-briefs guy.
a heavy, hooded wool
I sleep in the nude but I pull the sheets up.
Hey, it's ten in the morning!' says Person, yelling at two farmers dressed in robes in the distance. 'Don't you think you ought to change out of your pajamas?
The sky was the color of Edgar Allen Poe's pajamas.
I live my life in a sea of clothes. And it's fantastic to be able to use them and play with them.
But I hate socks.' I do, especially sleeping in them. They always come half-off in the middle of the night, and why? What kind of inferior clothing item falls off of you when you're lying still?
What is the word for this kind of underwear? Boxings? Something like that? I cannot think of it."
"Boxings? Oh, god, Rania. That's funny. Boxers. They're called boxers, sweetheart.
I'm talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?
I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?
An hour later, a nameless, cold-faced man returned with a tray of fresh pasta, warm bread, and a few bags of brand new comfort clothes: yoga pants, tees, a few sports bras, and ... pink thong underwear? Well, of course. Wouldn't want to be held prisoner and have panty lines.
her jeans and sleeveless blouse.
After a while, you crave pajamas and a shaved head.
There Has Ceased to Be a Difference Between My Awake Clothes and My Asleep Clothes
I sleep with my socks on sometimes.
[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.
Since I'm a cat who doesn't know what I am, I wear track pants with old-skool Nikes but Gina Lollobrigida skintight sweaters. I am caught between childhood and va-va-voom.
Well, I love clothes.
Bed sheet, if you please. I'll leave my dignity here.
Those beloved, frumpish books gave off a smell that permeated the ward - like flannel pajamas that hadn't been changed for a month, or like Irish stew.
I dressed in my bedroom, tugging on a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and heavy brown sweater that I'd picked up at a thrift store and loved down to holes.
I don't like those chiffon nighties ... they show your vest.
real clothes. If anything, this guy is having a positive effect
My underwear is my own person buisness.
It's a gray morning. A roll-over-and-snuggle-deeper-in-the-covers morning.
breeches and a rough smock
I'm an addict for underwear.
When I go to bed at night, I wear a sleeping bag. And for a long time, I wore mittens so that I couldn't open the sleeping bag.
A snap of Rhys's fingers, and my nightclothes - and some flimsy underthings - appeared on the bed. "I couldn't decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from."
"Pig," I barked
If I can, I love staying in pajamas all day and watching movies and eating good food.
I bought a new pair of pajamas with pockets, which is great, cause now i don't have to hold things when I sleep.
Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
I like the underwear, Tess. Now take it off.
I never dreamed I'd owe my life to such an appalling article of clothing,
My favorite part of dreams. Clothing is optional. (V'Aiden)
I'm all about flannels and layers, so that's pretty much what I rock.
Most nights I end up wearing a wife beater T-shirt and boxers.
It's tough to get out of bed to do roadwork at 5 am when you've been sleeping in silk pajamas
From my observation, the older you get, the more you like the word cozy.
That's why most of the elderly wear pants with elastic waistbands. If they wear pants at all. This may explain why grandparents are in love with buying grand kids pajamas and bathrobes.
I am almost always, when I'm at home in the evening after work, in a silk bathrobe I got from India. Like, I never take off this bathrobe. I have a series of Indian silk bathrobes that I love, and that's what I rock all the time.
Always wear cute pyjamas to bed, you'll never know who u will meet in your dreams.
Clothes are inevitable. They are nothing less than the furniture of the mind made visible.
going to the mattresses
As any two people who have ever dressed in matching pajamas will attest, it was surprisingly effective.
They were the clothes of a child, and he was a child no longer.
Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Jace said softly from my right.
"Call me that again, and I'll tell the whole Pride you sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear."
"I don't sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear. Hell, I don't sleep in any underwear.
Hand and I needed pants, pants to end all pants - warm and cool, breathing and trapping in, full of pockets.
Whatever I wear has to be comfortable.
When it comes to dressing, comfort is overrated. A little discomfort probably means your clothes fit and they're not pajamas.
Why are you already in clothes?"
"Because If I didn't get something on me, I'd end up saying f being responsible and get inside you with nothing between us.
Our underwear used to just be cotton, but we wanted to see if we could create something out of synthetics.
I don't know about you, but I think blankets are the best, especially your own personal blanket.
...she wears a summer nightgown, white cotton trimmed with a token bit of lace at the neck and sleeves. She dislikes the itchiness of the lace against her skin, the sense of delicate entrapment.
You know it's time to do the laundry when you dry off with a sneaker.
orange Capri pants that were
Nothing is contrived. At night, the clothes should pour like liquid over the body.
of those clothes.
As I'm starting to grow up, and things are happening, I'm going to have to take off my pants, and I want to have on some attractive underwear. When it says Versace on your underwear, people will say, 'Man, he's fresh to his undies.'
These bad boys're what we call Runnie-undies. Keep you, um, nice and comfy."
"Nice and comfy?"
"Yeah, ya know. Your-"
"Yeah, got it." Thomas took the underwear and other stuff.
Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day?
Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away.
Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away.
A man who has his initials on his pyjamas must be uncertain of himself. Surely you should know who you are at bed time.
I swear, I wanna be your underwear.
I'm not sure I should reveal the sources of my clothes.
More than once, his gaze drank in her red flannel pajamas, and she wished there was such a thing as sexy warm sleepwear. The giant pretzel had been invented so really, the science should be there.
At 13, I was wearing plain t-shirts. Then I used to steal my mom's clothing. She had all these crushed-velvet shirts with French-cut sleeves. And, like, seersucker bell-bottoms.
I was wishing I'd bought some of that Camp Half Blood orange thermal underwear ... ?!?!
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
I keep my undies in the icebox!
I'm not entirely comfortable with myself in underwear.