today, in class, learned about sky burials.
tonight, at the dinner table, asked me:
why can’t we choose
who to become food for?
and she would like to feed the dolphins,
and I would not like to explain we’re the wrong kind of meat
or how customs are non-transferable, they aren’t locked by geography, but they are locked by your society, and how, here, it is not a safe place to think these things:
this is her second time in third grade.
The comfort I feel with you makes everything else seem easy. I know we can grow old together. You are that one person I want to sped the rest of my life with.
I like to be comforted even when I know I don’t deserve it. I shouldn’t judge people because they’re looking for comfort, even though sometimes it seems more like pity. We want to be told everything’s ok.
ummm it starts with a c
its comfortable
i like a lot of comfort
it makes me very happy
it has 7 letters
comfort people
i like all people comfort
i like htis word
i really dont know what to write
have fun~ :DDDDD
It was a comfort thinking I couldn’t screw up. Ever. But an extra fifty dollars in the cash register when I was done with my shift? That wasn’t right.
Discomfort isn’t necessarily what you feel when you’re guilty. Sometimes the discomfort arrives when you realize you’re innocent, but you’re not in the clear.
That’s how I feel right now. I could protest all I want that someone skimmed the stupid register incorrectly. But that may not change minds.
that pit in your stomach,
turning, turning, your head spinning,
all you want is for everything to stop.
stop.
if everything could stop, maybe comfort could settle inside of that pit instead.
Please? Somebody? I don’t know what I ate, but my belly is all swollen with gas and some putrid odors are coming from my nether regions. Hello? Please? Get me some Pepto! Get me some toilet paper! I don’t feel so good. I need someone to comfort me!
When I see you cry the best I could do is to comfort you. You said you lose your love of your life and you don’t know how to spend your life without her. I only try to comfort you by kissing your forehead and say if she belong to you, she will be back to you soon.
“I’m only trying to comfort you,” I said.
Anne looked up at me through tears with piercing blue eyes. “Sure, whatever,” she mumbled. I knew what she was thinking. The words “backstabber” and “traiter” were probably crossing her mind. And rightly so. I tried to suppress my evil glare.
to find comfort in beauty
to find comfort in love
to find comfort in yourself
and the ones around you
to find comfort in mashpotatoes
because you feel so broken hearted
so comfortable, so uncomfortable
to find comfort in your arms
to find comfort in a perfume scent
to see beauty in your eyes
to find comfort in a painting
to find comfort in your lies.
When I see you cry the best I could do is to comfort you. You said you lose your love of your life and you don’t know how to have life without her. I only try to comfort you by kissing your forehead and say if you belong to you, she will be back to you soon.
Comfort is being loved. Comfort is breathing easy and being cared for. Comfort is having the strength of mind to know what you want but be happy with what you have. Comfort is joy.
comfort is overrated. the sweatshirts and the steaming bowls of soup and the tea; the bmw’s and the 3000 square foot houses and the beach houses; too much, too much. better to have given more than you ought than to have kept more than enough.
The comfort of my own home. I’ve never felt that before. Being able to come home to silence, no one to nag or bother me–that would be peace. I cannot wait to get out of this place. Being broke is better than being depressed because I get no peace. Maybe I should move out now.
Her eyes drifted to the light at the end of the hall. Her father was up reading, no doubt. At first it hadn’t hurt much. Then it hurt too much Now everything was getting dimmer and dimmer.
The light from her father’s room grew dimmer until she closed her eyes. It was a small comfort, but it was enough.
Porridge is cold comfort to a man used to hot stew, but a warm comfort for a man used to eating lice that he picks off his own daughter’s head, because after all, they have to eat something, and lice cultivation is relatively easy. If they could fry them they would but if they had oil or a pan or fire they’d probably eat all those things before they’d eat the lice.
Comfort is something I get everywhere. From my parents and my sister, to most of all my best friends. Comfort comes where home is, and my home isn’t just one place. Home is when I am with my friends and family, so wherever they are is my home
It’s something we all search for. In our mother’s arms, in our lover’s embrace, in the smile of a child and the welcoming licks from our pets. We need this but how often do we get it? How often do we yearn for it?
I always find comfort in your arms. They left so now I find solace nowhere. Where can I find the comfort I’ll always need? Wrapping me in warmth of love and peace.
my comfort foods are definitely foods that remind me of coziness – winter, fall, wind blowing, snow drifting… chicken pot pie, beef stew with biscuits, homemade pancakes with warm maple syrup all bring such warmth to my body, a comfort to my soul.
Comfort. What is it about comfort that is so appealing? Doesn’t everybody love a really comfortable chair. I wish my bed was more comfortable. Comfort…
warm fuzzy blankets. hot coco. arms around you. voices there, telling you that everything will be fine because you will be together. hiding in a good book. hoping for the future.
The one thing that brings us all to the same place of ease is the same thing that gives us peace. It is the comfort that we seek in each other and it is the comfort that we seek in life.
It comforted her to be in this place, though she had no idea its purpose. Some kind of temple. Lia imagined she could pray here and get her questions answered.
Warmth. It’s surrounding me. Although the outside world is full of barren ice and deserted fears. I am here. Enclosed in this quilted blanket of warmth. Sipping a warm coffee, made with perfection. I am complete.
we can all take comfort in the lord. it’s something we can always trust in. no matter how bad or how dark it may seem, because God never leaves us, even when people die, and when those candles are put out, the Lord is still right there, ready to hold us, ready to wipe away our tears,a nd ready to set us back on our feet again, but, even if we are not ready to be back on our feet, than the Lord will place us upon his shoulders, and the Lord will carry us through it.
I am working on my comfort food menu: Mac and cheese, chocolate ice cream, hot cocoa to wash it down (but maybe that’s overkill with the chocolate ice cream).
Comfort is an excellent feeling. Thinking of comfort images of soft pillows, warm beds, and cozy covers dance in my head. To sit down, to lay, to feel the comfort that those things provide is an all to wonderful and pleasing feeling. To be comfortable is well, comforting.
i was looking for something to make me comfortable, feeling i was belonging to this world..it wasn’t enough, even after i moved so far away from where i was born and grew
today, in class, learned about sky burials.
tonight, at the dinner table, asked me:
why can’t we choose
who to become food for?
and she would like to feed the dolphins,
and I would not like to explain we’re the wrong kind of meat
or how customs are non-transferable, they aren’t locked by geography, but they are locked by your society, and how, here, it is not a safe place to think these things:
this is her second time in third grade.
The comfort I feel with you makes everything else seem easy. I know we can grow old together. You are that one person I want to sped the rest of my life with.
I like to be comforted even when I know I don’t deserve it. I shouldn’t judge people because they’re looking for comfort, even though sometimes it seems more like pity. We want to be told everything’s ok.
It’s so comfortable sitting here having nothing to do. Not a care in the world.
ummm it starts with a c
its comfortable
i like a lot of comfort
it makes me very happy
it has 7 letters
comfort people
i like all people comfort
i like htis word
i really dont know what to write
have fun~ :DDDDD
It was a comfort thinking I couldn’t screw up. Ever. But an extra fifty dollars in the cash register when I was done with my shift? That wasn’t right.
Discomfort isn’t necessarily what you feel when you’re guilty. Sometimes the discomfort arrives when you realize you’re innocent, but you’re not in the clear.
That’s how I feel right now. I could protest all I want that someone skimmed the stupid register incorrectly. But that may not change minds.
I guess I never really knew what comfort was till I lost you. I haven’t felt it since you died. I really haven’t.
like sweaters and arms and shoulders to nuzzle into. Most of all, hands touching your face and back, James Taylor and peppermint tea.
that pit in your stomach,
turning, turning, your head spinning,
all you want is for everything to stop.
stop.
if everything could stop, maybe comfort could settle inside of that pit instead.
I find comfort in many things that can easily be taken for granted.
Being at home with my family is the most obvious one.
Silence is another.
But sometimes, I need to get out of my comfort zone,
and Live.
Comfort is for the tired souls, for the stressed body, for the depressed emotions. For me, it’s just a pint of ice cream and I’m fixed!
it was the pillow that seemed
to be the one seeking
the comfort from her face
that curved too plush and smooth
have a hard skull underneath…
just endless cheeks good for biting.
Comfort
Please? Somebody? I don’t know what I ate, but my belly is all swollen with gas and some putrid odors are coming from my nether regions. Hello? Please? Get me some Pepto! Get me some toilet paper! I don’t feel so good. I need someone to comfort me!
When I see you cry the best I could do is to comfort you. You said you lose your love of your life and you don’t know how to spend your life without her. I only try to comfort you by kissing your forehead and say if she belong to you, she will be back to you soon.
“I’m only trying to comfort you,” I said.
Anne looked up at me through tears with piercing blue eyes. “Sure, whatever,” she mumbled. I knew what she was thinking. The words “backstabber” and “traiter” were probably crossing her mind. And rightly so. I tried to suppress my evil glare.
I’m all strapped in. The air is rushing through. It’s hard to breathe, and the light is bright white. Everything is sterile.
to find comfort in beauty
to find comfort in love
to find comfort in yourself
and the ones around you
to find comfort in mashpotatoes
because you feel so broken hearted
so comfortable, so uncomfortable
to find comfort in your arms
to find comfort in a perfume scent
to see beauty in your eyes
to find comfort in a painting
to find comfort in your lies.
When I see you cry the best I could do is to comfort you. You said you lose your love of your life and you don’t know how to have life without her. I only try to comfort you by kissing your forehead and say if you belong to you, she will be back to you soon.
Comfort is being loved. Comfort is breathing easy and being cared for. Comfort is having the strength of mind to know what you want but be happy with what you have. Comfort is joy.
comfort is overrated. the sweatshirts and the steaming bowls of soup and the tea; the bmw’s and the 3000 square foot houses and the beach houses; too much, too much. better to have given more than you ought than to have kept more than enough.
The comfort of my own home. I’ve never felt that before. Being able to come home to silence, no one to nag or bother me–that would be peace. I cannot wait to get out of this place. Being broke is better than being depressed because I get no peace. Maybe I should move out now.
It wasn’t much, but she took what she could.
Her eyes drifted to the light at the end of the hall. Her father was up reading, no doubt. At first it hadn’t hurt much. Then it hurt too much Now everything was getting dimmer and dimmer.
The light from her father’s room grew dimmer until she closed her eyes. It was a small comfort, but it was enough.
Porridge is cold comfort to a man used to hot stew, but a warm comfort for a man used to eating lice that he picks off his own daughter’s head, because after all, they have to eat something, and lice cultivation is relatively easy. If they could fry them they would but if they had oil or a pan or fire they’d probably eat all those things before they’d eat the lice.
comfort has 7 letters
for which there is some
for which there isn’t some
there is always some (in moving)
Comfort is something I get everywhere. From my parents and my sister, to most of all my best friends. Comfort comes where home is, and my home isn’t just one place. Home is when I am with my friends and family, so wherever they are is my home
Jesus, Jesus.
You are my comfort and my safe haven.
You are my king and Prince of Peace.
Come and wrap me in Your arms of love.
You give me rest every night
and joy in the morning.
You are my One who I live for.
You are everything to me.
It’s something we all search for. In our mother’s arms, in our lover’s embrace, in the smile of a child and the welcoming licks from our pets. We need this but how often do we get it? How often do we yearn for it?
I always find comfort in your arms. They left so now I find solace nowhere. Where can I find the comfort I’ll always need? Wrapping me in warmth of love and peace.
my comfort foods are definitely foods that remind me of coziness – winter, fall, wind blowing, snow drifting… chicken pot pie, beef stew with biscuits, homemade pancakes with warm maple syrup all bring such warmth to my body, a comfort to my soul.
Comfort. What is it about comfort that is so appealing? Doesn’t everybody love a really comfortable chair. I wish my bed was more comfortable. Comfort…
warm fuzzy blankets. hot coco. arms around you. voices there, telling you that everything will be fine because you will be together. hiding in a good book. hoping for the future.
The one thing that brings us all to the same place of ease is the same thing that gives us peace. It is the comfort that we seek in each other and it is the comfort that we seek in life.
It comforted her to be in this place, though she had no idea its purpose. Some kind of temple. Lia imagined she could pray here and get her questions answered.
Warmth. It’s surrounding me. Although the outside world is full of barren ice and deserted fears. I am here. Enclosed in this quilted blanket of warmth. Sipping a warm coffee, made with perfection. I am complete.
we can all take comfort in the lord. it’s something we can always trust in. no matter how bad or how dark it may seem, because God never leaves us, even when people die, and when those candles are put out, the Lord is still right there, ready to hold us, ready to wipe away our tears,a nd ready to set us back on our feet again, but, even if we are not ready to be back on our feet, than the Lord will place us upon his shoulders, and the Lord will carry us through it.
I am working on my comfort food menu: Mac and cheese, chocolate ice cream, hot cocoa to wash it down (but maybe that’s overkill with the chocolate ice cream).
home, bed beeing alone, reading a book, cozy room, darkness empty sapce, me and myself, alone
Comfort is an excellent feeling. Thinking of comfort images of soft pillows, warm beds, and cozy covers dance in my head. To sit down, to lay, to feel the comfort that those things provide is an all to wonderful and pleasing feeling. To be comfortable is well, comforting.
i was looking for something to make me comfortable, feeling i was belonging to this world..it wasn’t enough, even after i moved so far away from where i was born and grew