You will never understand the amount of comfort that you give to me. When I was scared and what we were doing was new, only a week ago, you sat with me in the dark and held me and stroked my had and all I could think about was how i”d never felt more safe and now I couldn’t have been happier and how There was really no place like home and for now home was in your arms. It was all I wanted.
Comfort. I associate this word with chocolate, fab friends, my bed and TV. :) Don’t you just love days where you can just recline in bed, eat chocolates and watch a feel-good movie?
being in blake’s arms or leaning against him during a movie night when its cold out and we’re warm and theres a cozy blanket and we’re both drifting off and he turns and kisses me or squeezes me and smiles with his eyes still closed.
He puts his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. I can feel every firm muscle pressing against my body, I can smell him. I feel comforted. But I’m still terrified. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this – I was never prepared for this. My mother didn’t tell me any of this. So his comfort is all I can take right now. His comfort is all I can allow myself to feel.
Curled up, my head against his chest, his heartbeat steady and soothing. The mug in my hands warms my palms and as I bring it to my lips, my throat becomes numb and heated. I smile up at him, as he slowly begins to doze to sleep.
warm, loved, held. Maybe alone? Comfortable. Relaxed… easy with who you are. No crowds, no mobs, hardly anyone there but a friend and a good book. Hot tea in winter, a fire in the hearth, a rug
I already wrote about comfort. There were lice. It’s not comforting to think that the first time I wrote about this there were lice. What does that say about me? Am I obsessed with lice? What is wrong with me? I mean, at least I have a plan for if I’m ever starving on the streets, but still. Lice?
I don’t know what comfort food is. It’s always seemed like a vague idea to me. I think it’s just a term people use so they don’t feel guilty eating shitty food.
I was left alone in that room, that cold barren room with no walls. I had nothing to cover myself with, nothing to warm me, to comfort me to sleep. just that cold hard truth of being alone. Faced with nothing but darkness.
This was no time for comfort. No time for kindness. Lin didn’t blink as the rain pelted his face and dinged off his armor. He didn’t shiver even though he couldn’t feel the fingers that gripped his sword. Instead he walked quickly to through the gates and out of the rain. Two shadows landed on either side of him as he stalked to the main doors of the mansion. He and his companions entered at the same time and drew their swords.
“This is it,” Lin whispered to his companions. The immediately started moving towards the servant’s quarters, swords gleaming in the moonlight, footsteps masked by the thunder. “For the Queen,” he whispered to himself. His boots left dark footsteps that oozed across the floor as he headed towards the King’s chambers.
I feel comforted by the billows of these sheets, the airy folds, I feel safe, but I’m all alone here, in my pre-sleep wondering, will I ever have someone else to comfort me?
i found comfort in your eyes
the eyes of a stranger
like no other
its sick for i shouldn’t trust you
you fell in hate with me
and i fell into that innocent love at first sight
but don’t know how to show it
if you could teach me
i’d owe you my world
but i’m a hard student to teach
if your willing,
i hope you got a long list of pateince
Comfort? I know of no such thing. I am an empty shell without mind or soul. No epiphany has lit up these dusty old bones in a long while. I undermine myself without thinking about the untruths I am spreading. Down come the weak walls of me I tried to construct. How silly of me to think they could survive for any longer than this…but that is exactly why I am in this situation. There is no hope in this land. There is no strength. There is only the martyr sacrificed on the grounds of angst. There is no hero, no genius in this body, only the absence of a mother’s love and self-deprecating self-hate.
The feel of awarm body sinking into his favorite chair. The embrace of clothes from the dryer. Animals with sometimes curl up in your lap, embrace them. Simling at yourself in the mirror is not vainity.
I was sad. I lied myself on a bed and keep crying. My boyfriend said he did not like me anymore. Suddenly, a soft hand touched my head. It was my mother hand. She comfort me with her soft voice.
“It’s just a token of their admiration, Peter. They look up to you.” Diantha stroked the petals one-by-one, bringing color back to the wilted edges and lifting them with a new life.
The redhead scowled. “Shut up, Di.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
Peter huffed and continued on their walk without a word.
I feel comfort at home. With family and usually no one else. I don’t think about how I’m acting or how I’m supposed to be. I’m just me. The me I want to be. People feel comfortable when they are who they are.
She sat on the cold floor of the room, and rocked herself back and forth. All she wished for was some comfort, a hug, anything. But there was none. The silence remained, and she was alone.
feeling comfortable in your own skin is possibly the most valuable and evasive thing in the world. It’s hard, when people are putting you down and when society is always telling you that you’re almost good enough, but just not as good as her.
Jaelle pulled the blanket further around her and the warm body lying next to her. Soon they would both have to get up and begin their day of hard work. She wouldn’t see Riyah until later that night.
Riyah was still sleeping, black hair falling into her closed eyes, and Jaelle reached out to brush the strands away. She hated the thought of waking the sleeping girl.
so nice, i love comfort, my shoes are comfortable. i like to wear soft fluffy things. comfort food is great like chili and break and chicken. my mom is comfort. she is amazing. my dogs are comfort. they are there for me 100% and ALWAYS have time for me. that’s comfort. i don’t know what to write about comfort except that i love it and everyone else should love it too
my dog lily. i made her when i was 7, at the build a bear in the mall. when i’m upset, like i am now, i curl up and rest my chin on her forehead. she has a bald spot there. then i lay. i just just lay there. or is it lie? whichever. i am there. and so is lily. and we read together. and sometimes i don’t feel all better, but at least i stop crying.
I feel cozy and welcome because it is familiar. I feel safe and at ease. I am not afraid. I feel relaxed. It is a familiar setting. I feel welcomed and appreciated and not judged.
the way he looked at me when i asked him to love me back and he looked and me and said of course and the way he put his chin on my head made the reassurance the more comforting that i had found the man i was waiting for. i loved him for that moment unconditionally
Comfort – the fabric conditioner – is great for your clothes. It softens them and takes away the hardness. Comfort for the soul seems to do the same things – softens it, takes away the hardness from all the hurts and all the grime that daily living caused.
home food sex lover blanket wrapped in warmth and ready to be served hot tea with a pillow and my favorite movie and then to be wisked away by the man of my dreams and be in his arms and breathing heavy yes
The idea of comfort brings to mind my kitties laying all around me in a great big overstuffed chair. A cup of hot coffee and a good book complete the picture. Next to me is the man I love who is reading as well. It is a cold and rainy day outside and we have music (soft rock) playing in the background. Life is good…life is cozy….life is comfortable between 2 best friends.
The rocking chair used to belong to my grandmother. It was wooden and straight-backed and squeaked loudly back on its rockers. One of the arms was awry. It wasn’t at all comfortable. But it lent itself to comfort.
Close your eyes and trust
that you will fall back onto comfort
and the fears of the day will be thrown away
to sink to the bottom of your soul
Along with the pool of tears
you once thought would drown you
The warm, sleepy feeling invoked by a hug that seeps down from your skin into your heart, warming your blood and calming your thoughts.
You will never understand the amount of comfort that you give to me. When I was scared and what we were doing was new, only a week ago, you sat with me in the dark and held me and stroked my had and all I could think about was how i”d never felt more safe and now I couldn’t have been happier and how There was really no place like home and for now home was in your arms. It was all I wanted.
Comfort is what settles people and the whole world from moving faster and pursuing new dreams and challenges.
Comfort. I associate this word with chocolate, fab friends, my bed and TV. :) Don’t you just love days where you can just recline in bed, eat chocolates and watch a feel-good movie?
being in blake’s arms or leaning against him during a movie night when its cold out and we’re warm and theres a cozy blanket and we’re both drifting off and he turns and kisses me or squeezes me and smiles with his eyes still closed.
He puts his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. I can feel every firm muscle pressing against my body, I can smell him. I feel comforted. But I’m still terrified. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this – I was never prepared for this. My mother didn’t tell me any of this. So his comfort is all I can take right now. His comfort is all I can allow myself to feel.
Curled up, my head against his chest, his heartbeat steady and soothing. The mug in my hands warms my palms and as I bring it to my lips, my throat becomes numb and heated. I smile up at him, as he slowly begins to doze to sleep.
warm, loved, held. Maybe alone? Comfortable. Relaxed… easy with who you are. No crowds, no mobs, hardly anyone there but a friend and a good book. Hot tea in winter, a fire in the hearth, a rug
I hear your heartbeat when my ear is in the nook of your arm.
A big t-shirt and a cup of hot tea…
I already wrote about comfort. There were lice. It’s not comforting to think that the first time I wrote about this there were lice. What does that say about me? Am I obsessed with lice? What is wrong with me? I mean, at least I have a plan for if I’m ever starving on the streets, but still. Lice?
I don’t know what comfort food is. It’s always seemed like a vague idea to me. I think it’s just a term people use so they don’t feel guilty eating shitty food.
I was left alone in that room, that cold barren room with no walls. I had nothing to cover myself with, nothing to warm me, to comfort me to sleep. just that cold hard truth of being alone. Faced with nothing but darkness.
This was no time for comfort. No time for kindness. Lin didn’t blink as the rain pelted his face and dinged off his armor. He didn’t shiver even though he couldn’t feel the fingers that gripped his sword. Instead he walked quickly to through the gates and out of the rain. Two shadows landed on either side of him as he stalked to the main doors of the mansion. He and his companions entered at the same time and drew their swords.
“This is it,” Lin whispered to his companions. The immediately started moving towards the servant’s quarters, swords gleaming in the moonlight, footsteps masked by the thunder. “For the Queen,” he whispered to himself. His boots left dark footsteps that oozed across the floor as he headed towards the King’s chambers.
I feel comforted by the billows of these sheets, the airy folds, I feel safe, but I’m all alone here, in my pre-sleep wondering, will I ever have someone else to comfort me?
Comfort can be a distraction. It can limit you the possibilities of your life. Strive for excellence and comfort will follow
i found comfort in your eyes
the eyes of a stranger
like no other
its sick for i shouldn’t trust you
you fell in hate with me
and i fell into that innocent love at first sight
but don’t know how to show it
if you could teach me
i’d owe you my world
but i’m a hard student to teach
if your willing,
i hope you got a long list of pateince
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Comfort? I know of no such thing. I am an empty shell without mind or soul. No epiphany has lit up these dusty old bones in a long while. I undermine myself without thinking about the untruths I am spreading. Down come the weak walls of me I tried to construct. How silly of me to think they could survive for any longer than this…but that is exactly why I am in this situation. There is no hope in this land. There is no strength. There is only the martyr sacrificed on the grounds of angst. There is no hero, no genius in this body, only the absence of a mother’s love and self-deprecating self-hate.
The feel of awarm body sinking into his favorite chair. The embrace of clothes from the dryer. Animals with sometimes curl up in your lap, embrace them. Simling at yourself in the mirror is not vainity.
I was sad. I lied myself on a bed and keep crying. My boyfriend said he did not like me anymore. Suddenly, a soft hand touched my head. It was my mother hand. She comfort me with her soft voice.
“It’s just a token of their admiration, Peter. They look up to you.” Diantha stroked the petals one-by-one, bringing color back to the wilted edges and lifting them with a new life.
The redhead scowled. “Shut up, Di.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
Peter huffed and continued on their walk without a word.
I feel comfort at home. With family and usually no one else. I don’t think about how I’m acting or how I’m supposed to be. I’m just me. The me I want to be. People feel comfortable when they are who they are.
She sat on the cold floor of the room, and rocked herself back and forth. All she wished for was some comfort, a hug, anything. But there was none. The silence remained, and she was alone.
feeling comfortable in your own skin is possibly the most valuable and evasive thing in the world. It’s hard, when people are putting you down and when society is always telling you that you’re almost good enough, but just not as good as her.
Jaelle pulled the blanket further around her and the warm body lying next to her. Soon they would both have to get up and begin their day of hard work. She wouldn’t see Riyah until later that night.
Riyah was still sleeping, black hair falling into her closed eyes, and Jaelle reached out to brush the strands away. She hated the thought of waking the sleeping girl.
so nice, i love comfort, my shoes are comfortable. i like to wear soft fluffy things. comfort food is great like chili and break and chicken. my mom is comfort. she is amazing. my dogs are comfort. they are there for me 100% and ALWAYS have time for me. that’s comfort. i don’t know what to write about comfort except that i love it and everyone else should love it too
my bed
my dog lily. i made her when i was 7, at the build a bear in the mall. when i’m upset, like i am now, i curl up and rest my chin on her forehead. she has a bald spot there. then i lay. i just just lay there. or is it lie? whichever. i am there. and so is lily. and we read together. and sometimes i don’t feel all better, but at least i stop crying.
Hey the comfort of one word, can be great. Just one word when you need it, can say it all.
I feel cozy and welcome because it is familiar. I feel safe and at ease. I am not afraid. I feel relaxed. It is a familiar setting. I feel welcomed and appreciated and not judged.
the way he looked at me when i asked him to love me back and he looked and me and said of course and the way he put his chin on my head made the reassurance the more comforting that i had found the man i was waiting for. i loved him for that moment unconditionally
Comfort – the fabric conditioner – is great for your clothes. It softens them and takes away the hardness. Comfort for the soul seems to do the same things – softens it, takes away the hardness from all the hurts and all the grime that daily living caused.
home food sex lover blanket wrapped in warmth and ready to be served hot tea with a pillow and my favorite movie and then to be wisked away by the man of my dreams and be in his arms and breathing heavy yes
The only comfort I found that day was in a frosted 23 ounce glass filled with liquid libation.
The idea of comfort brings to mind my kitties laying all around me in a great big overstuffed chair. A cup of hot coffee and a good book complete the picture. Next to me is the man I love who is reading as well. It is a cold and rainy day outside and we have music (soft rock) playing in the background. Life is good…life is cozy….life is comfortable between 2 best friends.
The rocking chair used to belong to my grandmother. It was wooden and straight-backed and squeaked loudly back on its rockers. One of the arms was awry. It wasn’t at all comfortable. But it lent itself to comfort.
Comfort food. Its what I live for. I love the way a big bowl of creamy, cheesy potato soup can make you feel on a chilly and damp day.
Cold comfort, she mumbled, as she closed the door that led outside from near love to the harsh reality waiting at the end of the drive home.
Close your eyes and trust
that you will fall back onto comfort
and the fears of the day will be thrown away
to sink to the bottom of your soul
Along with the pool of tears
you once thought would drown you