I love it in the afternoon when I arrive home, tired from a day’s work. I have a pillow there and a blanket and I always bring a newspaper or a book. If I feel like it I can take a short nap before it’s time to cook dinner.
my parent bought a leather couch. i don’t know why the fuck anyone would ever want a couch like that. it makes a freaking squelchy noise whenever you sit down on it. and, the worst, if it’s hot, your bloody bum sticks to the thing and makes everybody around you extremely uncomfortable. and it’s black – so it’s hot – and who wants a hot damn couch?
I smoked so much weed i was glued to my couch, but not really because i’m not lazy. i think of potatoes and patatoes and mr. potato head and toy story. and the time my cousins visited me 7 years ago and we saw toy story 2 and ate cruncha-bunchas. youth seems far away although i’m still living it
I am in fact sitting on a couch right now. It’s grey with black pin stripes and I enjoy it because I like to sit. Speaking about sitting, that’s pretty much my job to sit down and produce adverts for commercial radio. It’s quite scary considering I might get really incredibly fat and end up rolling around for a living. Fuck My Life!!!!!! Imagine being fat? I would have broken this couch by now. Couch reminds me of potatoes and potatoes remind me of dirt and dirt reminds me of ants.
comfortable. love to lay on it. love to fuck on it. it gets used by everyone in the house.. my couch my couch. i love my god damn couch. its smooth and leathery, and wow i don’t even know if leathery is even a word. but it is deff a couch. my couch sits close to me, or more like i sit on my couch close to it.
I can’t even look at this word without shuddering…i’m on week 3 of bed rest for a dislocated knee. I spend all day on the f*cking couch. I can’t talk about it anymore…
She was sure the couch had an imprint, the exact shape and size of her butt. She had sat on this couch, in this spot, watching television, for the last three days. She just didn’t have the energy to do anything else. Not eat, nor shower, nor even shower. She would sit and stare at the television, not even watching the images change. She didn’t know the story, couldn’t hear the music, couldn’t tell the faces from one another.
It was soft and clean and hand washed. Red. Velvety. The old owners took care of it. A stain of spaghetti. Stench of antiquity. There was a creak underneath its leg. My cat loves it. This is my exercise on adjectives
I didn’t like the couch. But I had no choice. The room was too hot, and besides he was there. So I decided that yeah, I’m going to sleep here tonight. But seriously. What kind of gentleman doesn’t let a girl sleep in the bed anyway? Jerk. He needs to grow up. Because if he doesn’t, he’s going to lose me.
We sat together on the couch watching a movie on my laptop. It’s convenient that laptops are so small, and that a two-person couch doesn’t really fit three people… it means that he had to be right next to me, arm against my shoulder.
The couch in our dorm room has a suspicious stain on it. I’m not sure where it came from, but it’s white and mysterious. The guests always sit on it for some reason… I guess they think it’s polite to let the owner of the room have the nice-looking seat? Or maybe they just don’t notice that the pillow they’re on is bright white.
Couch in my basement, and another in the living room. Couches lend themselves to long afternoons and hanging out and watching movies. I like the regular sized ones, not the L shaped leather monsters you’ll find on Cribs.
What to say? How should I respond? I have something I would like to say. Will it matter how I couch the terms of what I have to say? Do I need to say it? What will it change if I do? If I don’t?
couches comes in all differzes colours textures, they are a family symblo and used in many cartoons, one time my freind got purple hair dye all over our brand new white couch, but thank god for mothers instective nature for cleaning remedies. couches can be used for many things such as a bed or a place to eat your food do your homework watch tv play vodeo games have sex and many others. I like couches casue their comfortable and squsky and every one has one , and they usally tell alot about the person, say if you have a leather couch you are cool and modern , or i if you have a love seat couch you are problaly in love or somthing. my dog is not allowd on our couch but i can alwasy tell when shes been on casue it smeel like her wich smells like fish. couchess are also a great thing to build forts on , maybe smoke some weed eat some pizza then fall asleep wtching two and half men cause who can really pay attention to that show anyways?
as we laid together, arms brushing together, i couldn’t help thinking that I was the only one who cared about the contact. He must not notice, he doesn’t seem to react as i do. I keep it concealed, but I wish I could know
The place I go to relax and dream, to rest and imagine. The home of fantasies and love. The sun of the setting sun crossing my weary eyes as I drift off into the land of flight and perfection.
Sitting on the moss couch. Soft strum of a guitar. Whispering vocals. Heavily procrastinating a paper. Roommates sleeping. Clock ticking. Keys clicking. As life found you.
The couch. That’s where i wish i was right now. I wish i was on that couch with him. I’ve missed him so much. I just want snuggle up on that couch with him. I don’t care if the tv is on or not. I don’t care if he’s busy playing video games. I just want to be around him.I know he wants it too. Just my presence is enough to comfort him as his does to me. I’ll lay my head on his shoulder. His sweet aroma wafting from his shirt. II’ll look up to see his face. Gaze at his features. The way he pulls his long hair back when it gets in his eyes. The time i spend with him is what i treasure the most. Who knows when i’ll see him again. I should have just gone to see him today.But we both don’t really want to be tied down. Fear of commitment is a bitch. Instead…Now i’ll always just think of that stupid couch. The couch that makes me feel lonely and lost…unless he’s there.
She sat on the couch for a moment while he went to go grab a jacket. She caressed the brown leather that tickled her palm and thought of the events that will take place tonight. She stopped and looked at the corner of the couch where she noticed a snag was sticking out and wondered if that was a sign.
man, my couch is so comfortable. I love it. it is where i do all my gaming and watching tv or hanging out with friends. Right in front of the living room. It is green with really soft cushions. But it doesn’t change into a bed like some couches do… Oh well. Haha couches are very comfortable to sleep on tho. Especially if
sitting on the couch isn’t something i can do anymore. It’s filthy and nasty. And it’s now outside. I stay in my room now. I do homework. I get on social networking sites. And it’s peaceful and clean. That is all.
nuestro primer sillón no fue nuestro primeramente, pertenecía a mis abuelos y decidieron dárselo a mi madre como una especie de ayuda, claro que también pudieron ayudar con uno nuevo.
there is no bed for me. I go from couch to couch looking for a place to be… but I’m a drifter, I’m a leaf in the wind, I’m the dust on sand… I am nothing but space, occupying a particularly beaten and weathered couch today… the only comfort is in the stale smoke of an old cigarette, in a bottle of wine… looking for love… these things, there’s something they give to me… but i need your love
comffy
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i don’t know. i hate the couch downstairs in my house
it’s really weird and leathery and my sister had one once…that was huge and really comfy. dude how do you s pell that word. i’m freaking out. comffy fomfy. omg. i think comfy is right. i can’t thiink right now. i’m havent slept since saturday night
3 nights. 4 nights of alnighters omg my brain is fried. i hate math. i hate german.
Ever since I was little, my family has had the same couch. It’s green with yellow and red stripes. It has a big tear, and we’ve had to cover in up with a blanket for years. Recently, I moved out of that house, and now it’s really weird not sitting on that couch. It was very comforting as I grew up/
I love it in the afternoon when I arrive home, tired from a day’s work. I have a pillow there and a blanket and I always bring a newspaper or a book. If I feel like it I can take a short nap before it’s time to cook dinner.
I have lay down in sofa. every day i lay down at 9.pm at night.
my parent bought a leather couch. i don’t know why the fuck anyone would ever want a couch like that. it makes a freaking squelchy noise whenever you sit down on it. and, the worst, if it’s hot, your bloody bum sticks to the thing and makes everybody around you extremely uncomfortable. and it’s black – so it’s hot – and who wants a hot damn couch?
a couch is soft i sat on one today as a matter of fact it calmed me down it was verry relaxing in fact. im on the go ill have to try that again.
I smoked so much weed i was glued to my couch, but not really because i’m not lazy. i think of potatoes and patatoes and mr. potato head and toy story. and the time my cousins visited me 7 years ago and we saw toy story 2 and ate cruncha-bunchas. youth seems far away although i’m still living it
I am in fact sitting on a couch right now. It’s grey with black pin stripes and I enjoy it because I like to sit. Speaking about sitting, that’s pretty much my job to sit down and produce adverts for commercial radio. It’s quite scary considering I might get really incredibly fat and end up rolling around for a living. Fuck My Life!!!!!! Imagine being fat? I would have broken this couch by now. Couch reminds me of potatoes and potatoes remind me of dirt and dirt reminds me of ants.
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oh couch you squishy, comfy lumpy ball of scratched up felt opportunity, sometimes i find coins down your cracks ha ha like a big comfy lottery!
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comfortable. love to lay on it. love to fuck on it. it gets used by everyone in the house.. my couch my couch. i love my god damn couch. its smooth and leathery, and wow i don’t even know if leathery is even a word. but it is deff a couch. my couch sits close to me, or more like i sit on my couch close to it.
sitting on a couch on a sunday afternoon, laughing outloud and eating potatoes wedges,
I can’t even look at this word without shuddering…i’m on week 3 of bed rest for a dislocated knee. I spend all day on the f*cking couch. I can’t talk about it anymore…
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She was sure the couch had an imprint, the exact shape and size of her butt. She had sat on this couch, in this spot, watching television, for the last three days. She just didn’t have the energy to do anything else. Not eat, nor shower, nor even shower. She would sit and stare at the television, not even watching the images change. She didn’t know the story, couldn’t hear the music, couldn’t tell the faces from one another.
It was soft and clean and hand washed. Red. Velvety. The old owners took care of it. A stain of spaghetti. Stench of antiquity. There was a creak underneath its leg. My cat loves it. This is my exercise on adjectives
I didn’t like the couch. But I had no choice. The room was too hot, and besides he was there. So I decided that yeah, I’m going to sleep here tonight. But seriously. What kind of gentleman doesn’t let a girl sleep in the bed anyway? Jerk. He needs to grow up. Because if he doesn’t, he’s going to lose me.
We sat together on the couch watching a movie on my laptop. It’s convenient that laptops are so small, and that a two-person couch doesn’t really fit three people… it means that he had to be right next to me, arm against my shoulder.
mi couch is so comfortable, because everytime i arrive home it welcomes me and i jumped myself on to it and get my glorious nap that makes me happy :D
The couch in our dorm room has a suspicious stain on it. I’m not sure where it came from, but it’s white and mysterious. The guests always sit on it for some reason… I guess they think it’s polite to let the owner of the room have the nice-looking seat? Or maybe they just don’t notice that the pillow they’re on is bright white.
Couch in my basement, and another in the living room. Couches lend themselves to long afternoons and hanging out and watching movies. I like the regular sized ones, not the L shaped leather monsters you’ll find on Cribs.
What to say? How should I respond? I have something I would like to say. Will it matter how I couch the terms of what I have to say? Do I need to say it? What will it change if I do? If I don’t?
couches comes in all differzes colours textures, they are a family symblo and used in many cartoons, one time my freind got purple hair dye all over our brand new white couch, but thank god for mothers instective nature for cleaning remedies. couches can be used for many things such as a bed or a place to eat your food do your homework watch tv play vodeo games have sex and many others. I like couches casue their comfortable and squsky and every one has one , and they usally tell alot about the person, say if you have a leather couch you are cool and modern , or i if you have a love seat couch you are problaly in love or somthing. my dog is not allowd on our couch but i can alwasy tell when shes been on casue it smeel like her wich smells like fish. couchess are also a great thing to build forts on , maybe smoke some weed eat some pizza then fall asleep wtching two and half men cause who can really pay attention to that show anyways?
as we laid together, arms brushing together, i couldn’t help thinking that I was the only one who cared about the contact. He must not notice, he doesn’t seem to react as i do. I keep it concealed, but I wish I could know
She must replace the couch; she was quite sure all his blood had gone but then she had attacked the invisible spots with the scissors.
i dont like
The place I go to relax and dream, to rest and imagine. The home of fantasies and love. The sun of the setting sun crossing my weary eyes as I drift off into the land of flight and perfection.
on my couch i sit alone wondering of such things. things i will say things i will do …my life, who am i to be-what am i to do??
i sat down and fekt uncomfortble, whne my knee knocked i knocked back and asked who was therere then i woke.
Sitting on the moss couch. Soft strum of a guitar. Whispering vocals. Heavily procrastinating a paper. Roommates sleeping. Clock ticking. Keys clicking. As life found you.
Brown, soft, with a silhouette resembling that of the south american beauties that with their height touch the sky.
The couch. That’s where i wish i was right now. I wish i was on that couch with him. I’ve missed him so much. I just want snuggle up on that couch with him. I don’t care if the tv is on or not. I don’t care if he’s busy playing video games. I just want to be around him.I know he wants it too. Just my presence is enough to comfort him as his does to me. I’ll lay my head on his shoulder. His sweet aroma wafting from his shirt. II’ll look up to see his face. Gaze at his features. The way he pulls his long hair back when it gets in his eyes. The time i spend with him is what i treasure the most. Who knows when i’ll see him again. I should have just gone to see him today.But we both don’t really want to be tied down. Fear of commitment is a bitch. Instead…Now i’ll always just think of that stupid couch. The couch that makes me feel lonely and lost…unless he’s there.
She sat on the couch for a moment while he went to go grab a jacket. She caressed the brown leather that tickled her palm and thought of the events that will take place tonight. She stopped and looked at the corner of the couch where she noticed a snag was sticking out and wondered if that was a sign.
man, my couch is so comfortable. I love it. it is where i do all my gaming and watching tv or hanging out with friends. Right in front of the living room. It is green with really soft cushions. But it doesn’t change into a bed like some couches do… Oh well. Haha couches are very comfortable to sleep on tho. Especially if
sitting on the couch isn’t something i can do anymore. It’s filthy and nasty. And it’s now outside. I stay in my room now. I do homework. I get on social networking sites. And it’s peaceful and clean. That is all.
nuestro primer sillón no fue nuestro primeramente, pertenecía a mis abuelos y decidieron dárselo a mi madre como una especie de ayuda, claro que también pudieron ayudar con uno nuevo.
there is no bed for me. I go from couch to couch looking for a place to be… but I’m a drifter, I’m a leaf in the wind, I’m the dust on sand… I am nothing but space, occupying a particularly beaten and weathered couch today… the only comfort is in the stale smoke of an old cigarette, in a bottle of wine… looking for love… these things, there’s something they give to me… but i need your love
comffy
green
blue
i don’t know. i hate the couch downstairs in my house
it’s really weird and leathery and my sister had one once…that was huge and really comfy. dude how do you s pell that word. i’m freaking out. comffy fomfy. omg. i think comfy is right. i can’t thiink right now. i’m havent slept since saturday night
3 nights. 4 nights of alnighters omg my brain is fried. i hate math. i hate german.
Ever since I was little, my family has had the same couch. It’s green with yellow and red stripes. It has a big tear, and we’ve had to cover in up with a blanket for years. Recently, I moved out of that house, and now it’s really weird not sitting on that couch. It was very comforting as I grew up/