Comfort. Its what you’re the happiest with. It makes you feel safe & you’re truly at ease. Comfort could be something thats always been there- a normalcy.
The pillow contorts to the shape of my head. It’s comfortable, perhaps too much. I don’t know why i let Adam convince us to buy it. Now i can’t sleep, and i yearn for my old pillow. The one from childhood. I could find both kind of comforts in that one pillow. The smell from home.
its not always easy to find, but beautiful when you have it. family an friends can give you this. sometimes just a smile can give you comfort. its strange how it all matters, who your with can be every comfort you’ll ever need.
My hands grip my notebook. It feels cool and nice. The green clothe covers the whole thing, front to back. if i didn’t have this notebook, i know i would be screwed. Even if my parents got me a new one, this one is irreplaceable.
We humans are a comfort-seeking bunch. And our sources are as individual as our fingerprints and hair styles. In our youth we may gravitate toward liquor, sex, food, wealth. The older I get the more I appreciate familiarity, sincerity and love.
I take comfort in the fact that soon all this will be so far behind me I won’t even remember it happened. It’s cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless. *takes cleansing breath*
Mekhora’s skin bristled in the cold. He shouldn’t be this cold, but the fabric of the dress had shifted when he turned back into a man. It was tighter in some places, looser in others, and it had fallen off his shoulders. He hugged his arms around his shoulders.
My comfort was in yours eyes. I did not love you for your looks, I will always love you for who you are. I know, I am not me right now. But oh god I try, I will become someone better, some one more. I will become worthy of you, one day very soon. Kendra, please know I love you and I will never give up on you.
i’m in my comfort zone. there i am sitting there like a blind duck. clueless. i’m in my comfort zone, caring more about what people, people i don’t even care about, think about me, than what i think about myself. i am living a life of sadness in a dark room, alone, and over analyzing my every move. here i am. me. in my comfort zone… ?
I feel so cold without you here to comfort me. i still feel your arms around me, still hear your heart beating. I wonder if you’re warm where you are. if she comforts you like you wouldn’t let me. you turned me away. i take comfort in the thought that we had anything at all, though. i miss you. i miss your comfort.
at home in a warm blanket. snuggled up by a fire. reading a great book or watching a good movie. with a nice snack. sleeping in. being with the ones you love.
Without a word, she was able to comfort him. It was amazing how anytime he was in a dour mood, all Martha had to do was sweep in to Jim’s side, and he would instantly begin to feel better. The warmth that flowed from her was believed to be more than mere attraction between the two.
i don’t know what to write. i am comfortable, in my armchair, all alone, with the computer and a book. i am comfortable by myself. is that weird? i am more comfortable in my own company than in anyone else’s. i don’t know if i should say that or not.
Feeling your arm wrapped around me. It’s a comfort. It’s warm and for one moment in time I feel a connection deeper than anything else. Something where two people are just there in that moment and their souls are touching, talking, conversing in a way that neither shell knows about.
the comfort i have within my self
is greater than any comfort i will ever know to have in this external world
in which we all reside
i am completely comfortable in my solitude
which may not be the best thing
but why fight what’s comfortable?
well, sometimes we should
should make room for change
and although it will not be as comfortable
it may just be worth it
The feeling of comfort flooded over her. She was sitting in the cushy chair, the weather cold, overcast, and snowing lightly. There was a bowl of popcorn, hot chocolate, and a good movie in front of her, but life wasn’t perfect because of that.
I’m always on edge. I love to be comforted but the second i am, i get anxiety. about everything. Am i doing too much, saying too much, being too much? I pretty much feel guilty and anxious to the point where I’ve lost sense of comfort
sitting in front of a log fire, steam rising from my rain soaked clothing, mug of hot chocolate in hand and you at my side, all is right with the world
A warm, soft bed in a house by the shore. The white sand beautiful and clean next to the refreshing azure ocean. The warm sun beating down on me. peace
i feel comfort when im in my room alone
its a comforting feeling and its all ive known
no matter what i do i know i can sit in my room and be happy
comfort is amazing
Today is my nephew’s first birthday. Or it should have been. Instead of getting frosting all over his face he is somewhere in the great beyond. It is a comfort to know that the five days he was alive, he was surrounded by love and absolutely everyone went out of their way to make sure he and his family were taken care of and that wherever he is, he is safe.
i will run to You, and throw myself in Your arms for comfort that never ceases. For peace that passes all understanding. For love so incomprehensible…all that the world can never give.
there ain’t much left in this world. and the zone one thinks one needs is lost. otherwise, a nice place to be, if not for the fact it can’t be found. then again, we all live in fantasies, don’t we? religions. laws. gadgets. our cars.
Comfort- is having my family around. I’m most comfortable with them. I want to be comfortable with other people…just can’t bring myself to do that. Instead, I have a few very close friends and my family. It’s okay. I’ve done 33 years like that…so, it can’t be all that bad. :)
Complete comfort is what I feel when music enters my soul. I list the word with a meaning of sorts for the sound that I hear is worth a thousand words. This word is of complete relaxation and the beauty of splendid pleasure.
Comfort is one of those things that we all desire, and crave. It drives our actions in that we need human emotion. There was a book I read once that says ‘Happiness is only real when it’s shared’ – Can the same be said for comfort? We’re humans and have emotional needs, wants, desires, and we enjoy comforting as much as we enjoy being comforted. I suppose this sounds long winded, but, I believe comfort can be a LOT of things. It’s all open to interpretation.
There was no comfort in the room. He thought that maybe- just maybe- people not knowing who he was would relax him. But he was on edge, no matter how much he drank. Did they know? He felt their stares and heard their murmurs. His friends- could they really be called friends?- were nowhere to be found. He slumped against the wall and avoided contact with the other party goers. He wished for someone he knew to appear, but if they did then he would never hear the end of it. He took another sip from his cup and sighed. He might as well be drunk off his ass if he’s going to be trapped here.
warmth- pumpkin pie orange, the sweet cinnamon texture of golden light and the crackle of fall leaves under my feet, in my hair, between my fingers. the patchwork of a quilt over our bodies, hot chocolate in our mugs, kisses on our lips.
he is the best source of comfort i know. whenever i am scared i just feel like he goes out of his way to make me feel like nothing can go wrong. i love it <3 i love him because he comforts me when i need him <3
comfort in the familiar; comfort in your arms and the people I love surrounding me; comfort in the peace in my environment and comfort in my home; in fact, comfort makes my home.
superheroes were always a comfort to her. she could have the worst week in her life, where she bombed all her finals and broke up with the love of her life and almost killed herself and found herself robbed, and then saturday morning she’d turn on the tv to find batman chasing down villains and saving the world. he did save the world, or at least hers; they comforted her in the worst times and she’d never be able to thank them enough.
It’s not comforting to stand staring at the ocean when you’d rather be swimming in it. When you’d rather be free, walking through the waves, maybe floating through them the way you could have been, if you’d stayed a mermaid all your life , instead of giving it all up – all the magic – for some guy you had never met. Can you believe yourself? Can you imagine what might have been if you’d only listened to your father?
Of course not…
Because the imaginations of men – of humans – don’t stretch half as far as the imaginings of mermaids can.
I walked into my house after running for miles under the rain. I took of my drenched jacket, boots and pants. Then I went to the Nespresso machine and fixed myself a cup of hot chocolate right before slipping inside a quilt fort in front of the light fireplace.
I sat there in my comfort zone and purred softly while listening to three sounds: the tapping of the rain, the crackling of the fire and the quiet of my home.
comfort is the one thing most people look for. Comfort is something that everyone wants to feel with something. It’s close to peaceful and right below safe. There isn’t really a feeling like Comfort out there… it is the thing that can calm you down and make you feel like you’re not really alone. comfort is an asset to have in someone.
friends, love, worship, hugs, love, mothers, cuddling, soup, sleep, pillows, reading, movies.
Comfort. Its what you’re the happiest with. It makes you feel safe & you’re truly at ease. Comfort could be something thats always been there- a normalcy.
The pillow contorts to the shape of my head. It’s comfortable, perhaps too much. I don’t know why i let Adam convince us to buy it. Now i can’t sleep, and i yearn for my old pillow. The one from childhood. I could find both kind of comforts in that one pillow. The smell from home.
its not always easy to find, but beautiful when you have it. family an friends can give you this. sometimes just a smile can give you comfort. its strange how it all matters, who your with can be every comfort you’ll ever need.
Your breath on my neck, you arm around my waist, dreams softly intertwining, the first time I’ve slept in several weeks.
My hands grip my notebook. It feels cool and nice. The green clothe covers the whole thing, front to back. if i didn’t have this notebook, i know i would be screwed. Even if my parents got me a new one, this one is irreplaceable.
We humans are a comfort-seeking bunch. And our sources are as individual as our fingerprints and hair styles. In our youth we may gravitate toward liquor, sex, food, wealth. The older I get the more I appreciate familiarity, sincerity and love.
I take comfort in the fact that soon all this will be so far behind me I won’t even remember it happened. It’s cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless. *takes cleansing breath*
Mekhora’s skin bristled in the cold. He shouldn’t be this cold, but the fabric of the dress had shifted when he turned back into a man. It was tighter in some places, looser in others, and it had fallen off his shoulders. He hugged his arms around his shoulders.
My comfort was in yours eyes. I did not love you for your looks, I will always love you for who you are. I know, I am not me right now. But oh god I try, I will become someone better, some one more. I will become worthy of you, one day very soon. Kendra, please know I love you and I will never give up on you.
“Come here to Mummy”. ” It’s ok, don’t worry”. “There you go, it will be alright little one”.
“shhhh” “shhhh”
i’m in my comfort zone. there i am sitting there like a blind duck. clueless. i’m in my comfort zone, caring more about what people, people i don’t even care about, think about me, than what i think about myself. i am living a life of sadness in a dark room, alone, and over analyzing my every move. here i am. me. in my comfort zone… ?
I feel so cold without you here to comfort me. i still feel your arms around me, still hear your heart beating. I wonder if you’re warm where you are. if she comforts you like you wouldn’t let me. you turned me away. i take comfort in the thought that we had anything at all, though. i miss you. i miss your comfort.
at home in a warm blanket. snuggled up by a fire. reading a great book or watching a good movie. with a nice snack. sleeping in. being with the ones you love.
Without a word, she was able to comfort him. It was amazing how anytime he was in a dour mood, all Martha had to do was sweep in to Jim’s side, and he would instantly begin to feel better. The warmth that flowed from her was believed to be more than mere attraction between the two.
i don’t know what to write. i am comfortable, in my armchair, all alone, with the computer and a book. i am comfortable by myself. is that weird? i am more comfortable in my own company than in anyone else’s. i don’t know if i should say that or not.
Feeling your arm wrapped around me. It’s a comfort. It’s warm and for one moment in time I feel a connection deeper than anything else. Something where two people are just there in that moment and their souls are touching, talking, conversing in a way that neither shell knows about.
the comfort i have within my self
is greater than any comfort i will ever know to have in this external world
in which we all reside
i am completely comfortable in my solitude
which may not be the best thing
but why fight what’s comfortable?
well, sometimes we should
should make room for change
and although it will not be as comfortable
it may just be worth it
Home. Everything about being home. Not being judged. Being who you are. Being free and independent.
The feeling of comfort flooded over her. She was sitting in the cushy chair, the weather cold, overcast, and snowing lightly. There was a bowl of popcorn, hot chocolate, and a good movie in front of her, but life wasn’t perfect because of that.
I’m always on edge. I love to be comforted but the second i am, i get anxiety. about everything. Am i doing too much, saying too much, being too much? I pretty much feel guilty and anxious to the point where I’ve lost sense of comfort
sitting in front of a log fire, steam rising from my rain soaked clothing, mug of hot chocolate in hand and you at my side, all is right with the world
A warm, soft bed in a house by the shore. The white sand beautiful and clean next to the refreshing azure ocean. The warm sun beating down on me. peace
i feel comfort when im in my room alone
its a comforting feeling and its all ive known
no matter what i do i know i can sit in my room and be happy
comfort is amazing
Today is my nephew’s first birthday. Or it should have been. Instead of getting frosting all over his face he is somewhere in the great beyond. It is a comfort to know that the five days he was alive, he was surrounded by love and absolutely everyone went out of their way to make sure he and his family were taken care of and that wherever he is, he is safe.
I don’t feel like you’re mine anymore.
i will run to You, and throw myself in Your arms for comfort that never ceases. For peace that passes all understanding. For love so incomprehensible…all that the world can never give.
there ain’t much left in this world. and the zone one thinks one needs is lost. otherwise, a nice place to be, if not for the fact it can’t be found. then again, we all live in fantasies, don’t we? religions. laws. gadgets. our cars.
Comfort- is having my family around. I’m most comfortable with them. I want to be comfortable with other people…just can’t bring myself to do that. Instead, I have a few very close friends and my family. It’s okay. I’ve done 33 years like that…so, it can’t be all that bad. :)
Complete comfort is what I feel when music enters my soul. I list the word with a meaning of sorts for the sound that I hear is worth a thousand words. This word is of complete relaxation and the beauty of splendid pleasure.
Comfort is one of those things that we all desire, and crave. It drives our actions in that we need human emotion. There was a book I read once that says ‘Happiness is only real when it’s shared’ – Can the same be said for comfort? We’re humans and have emotional needs, wants, desires, and we enjoy comforting as much as we enjoy being comforted. I suppose this sounds long winded, but, I believe comfort can be a LOT of things. It’s all open to interpretation.
There was no comfort in the room. He thought that maybe- just maybe- people not knowing who he was would relax him. But he was on edge, no matter how much he drank. Did they know? He felt their stares and heard their murmurs. His friends- could they really be called friends?- were nowhere to be found. He slumped against the wall and avoided contact with the other party goers. He wished for someone he knew to appear, but if they did then he would never hear the end of it. He took another sip from his cup and sighed. He might as well be drunk off his ass if he’s going to be trapped here.
warmth- pumpkin pie orange, the sweet cinnamon texture of golden light and the crackle of fall leaves under my feet, in my hair, between my fingers. the patchwork of a quilt over our bodies, hot chocolate in our mugs, kisses on our lips.
he is the best source of comfort i know. whenever i am scared i just feel like he goes out of his way to make me feel like nothing can go wrong. i love it <3 i love him because he comforts me when i need him <3
comfort in the familiar; comfort in your arms and the people I love surrounding me; comfort in the peace in my environment and comfort in my home; in fact, comfort makes my home.
superheroes were always a comfort to her. she could have the worst week in her life, where she bombed all her finals and broke up with the love of her life and almost killed herself and found herself robbed, and then saturday morning she’d turn on the tv to find batman chasing down villains and saving the world. he did save the world, or at least hers; they comforted her in the worst times and she’d never be able to thank them enough.
It’s not comforting to stand staring at the ocean when you’d rather be swimming in it. When you’d rather be free, walking through the waves, maybe floating through them the way you could have been, if you’d stayed a mermaid all your life , instead of giving it all up – all the magic – for some guy you had never met. Can you believe yourself? Can you imagine what might have been if you’d only listened to your father?
Of course not…
Because the imaginations of men – of humans – don’t stretch half as far as the imaginings of mermaids can.
I walked into my house after running for miles under the rain. I took of my drenched jacket, boots and pants. Then I went to the Nespresso machine and fixed myself a cup of hot chocolate right before slipping inside a quilt fort in front of the light fireplace.
I sat there in my comfort zone and purred softly while listening to three sounds: the tapping of the rain, the crackling of the fire and the quiet of my home.
comfort is the one thing most people look for. Comfort is something that everyone wants to feel with something. It’s close to peaceful and right below safe. There isn’t really a feeling like Comfort out there… it is the thing that can calm you down and make you feel like you’re not really alone. comfort is an asset to have in someone.
comfort me when i am hungry
comfort me when i am blue
blanket me bubble me
warm me calm me too
i want pillows of clouds
and lemondrops and soup
that ladles itself into my heart
comfort me true
comfort me
comfort