Describe the feeling of "comfiness."
Describe the feeling of "comfiness."
When Jesus rose from the dead and spooked the disciples
like a dick in my boipucci
The chowder chapter in Moby-Dick.
Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well.
toasty and nice
Wodehouse in general
Even before cold dry tomb
A place still warm is like womb.
Please feed me through lubes up tube.
Or a straw or perhals a boob.
Rest my fat head on a uterus
Soft flesh pillow and red thing
Give me walls with which to cling
I will kick and scream at nothing
Daddy I will soon be coming
I will bloat the neutral ph
I can open up my eyes in a tank
Me and mom were pals and chummy
I'm curled up inside her tummy
I was breach born, head is chunky
White lights too bright and were clunky
I will spend my life harumphing
I am mad the air's too comfy
I have legs weren't made for still
But the wide world great big pill
I wont swallow solid food
Chew mouth open is too rude
Give me liberty, give me death
I'll take neither, comfiness
home becomes womb
Winter in the home in the woods with its completely inadequate wood stove, under the covers in bed with the lady listening to the snow fall. Yes, you can hear the snow fall.
Lumpiness and a rest
Cinnamon warmth with cold locked out
Things unknown but without a doubt
Chairs conforming to my spine
Old enough to have seen time
Young enough to be still born
Jammies I have never worn
Naked flesh in hidden view
Things unseen but still construed
Riddles made without a clue
Debts unpaid and still no dues
Dews a-melting but no wet
Red blood equal temperament
Task unfinished no regret
Uncreative that begets
Secrets told but in a whisper
Only child fancied sister
Window ugly cold conceals
In a heat that fog reveals
Thoughts congeal gelatinous brain
Things suspended of the same
Tea that boils still undrunk
Sinner longs to me a drunk
Sinner man warmth with old locked out
I am young, still have no gout
Comfiness and arrest
Do you guys ever sit in your house and think "I want to go home?"
What does it mean?
Being aware of ones protection against unconfortable weather.
when you dont feel anything in particular.
I hope life gets better for you fren. We are rooting for you.
well, like chuang tzu says: when you dont feel your shoes it is because they fit, when you dont feel your belt your waist is at ease.
feeling particular things is the manifestation of a tension that you NEED to release, in order to go back to the peaceful state where you dont feel anything in particular, but rather a harmonious whole that doesnt need to 'do' things to feel good.
we are all there anyway, just need to drop the mind toys that distract us from it.
This.
I fucking HATE this word. I judge comfy posters real hard.
>muh comfy :^)
faggots
75% of Moby Dick tbqh
The scene in On the Road where jack hitched a ride on a truck headed to L.A. and he just describes the different landscapes grasslands,dirt pure desert,rocky mountain lines and etc etc, also the rest of the hitchhikers on the truck are just passing around a bottle of whiskey as the sun goes down its gets cooler but their kept warm by the feeling of whiskey in their stomach. Also the scene in Norweigan Wood-yea I know people hate Murakami here- where he goes up on the water tank with the fire fly in the jar just to think, the imagery used for the fly leaving after he opened it was shit but I assume thats just issues with translation otherwise it was so comfy :) I felt like i was on a water tower on a cold night witha little fire fly fren
safety
comfy post
feels goodman
Soothing, pleasant, familiar. Like a childhood memory you hold dear.