will amburgey has one fucking ugly couch. it is orange. it is velvet. it has ornamentl decorations. he got it for 20 dollars. i think “semen” before i sit down. but i sit down because it is my friends’ couch, and we laugh a lot whenever we sit on that ugly orange couch.
i like it with you on it. i like it with you and me on it, embraced. it has felt us, it has felt our warmth, ot has felt our weight. i like the couch when it smells of you, it reminds me of happy times.
i sat on the couch. i tapped my foot, not impatiently but quite pleasantly. my body hummed with excitement. i waited. but it was okay. the room looked prettier than usual.
i’ll lay on your couch any day
but don’t expect me to stay seated
or want me to stay
i’ll be back shortly
to sit next to you
to put my hand on your leg
and to kiss for a few
but i’ll be up again shortly
to go find things to fix
to clean the dishes
or do yoga a few minutes
i’m a busy body
with a super clean home
and i’ll be glad when i know
your home is my own
Sticks when it’s hot and when I wear less clothing. Both of those circumstances tend to coincide. Why would anyone want to have sex on a leather (or pleather) couch when it has that quality to it?
couches are cool. i like to lay on them, and eat on them, and sleep on them. isn’t that fun, are you fun? that’s cool. i don’t care. whatever. i like to eat bagels and shmear meow meow. how are you on this fine evening? oh wait, i was supposed to be talking about couches. oops. well what is there to know about couches?
I like to sit on it. Probably too much. In fact I’m on it right now. I’ve been here for an hour. I don’t plan to get up for at least another hour. Well maybe I shall in 5 mins. For some tea and biscuits. I plan to return. And loaf. A lot.
I sat on the couch and thought about my life with him. Where would we be in twenty years? Would we be together in twenty years? Would I even be alive in twenty years? These are things that are so trivial to worry about and yet, here I was…stuck on this couch worrying about trivial things. Trivial things like him. Why.
I lay on the couch awaiting my fate. What they’ll decide to do to me I don’t know. I betrayed them, I betrayed Alex, I betrayed myself. How could I do this to Alex, the one I loved? This is my goodbye to my world, my love, my life, my forever.
The only thing left to move into the apartment was the couch. It was a nasty old couch they had found at a garage sale somewhere in upstate New York. How she loved it; she had always been partial to antiques of any variety. He loved it because he loved her. He knew that for sure, couch or no couch.
I sit on a comfortable couch all day. It’s the best thing ever. I relax and kick my feet up. I sip on a cup of delicious Cinnabon-flavored coffee. I adjust the pillows behind me and tune into the TV. What a great life. Ooh, and What Not To Wear is on next. All the better. I wonder what I should have for dinner? But I don’t feel like getting up. I’ll just continue sipping my coffee and watching TV….
He was pressed into the couch when she found him. He’s slumped in on himself, destroyed since the other man in their home left. She sits on the end of the couch by his feet and she touches his knee. “I miss him too, you know?” she says. He doesn’t reply, then again, he rarely does, especially when it comes to her.
sitting on the couch and watching tv is the best thing to do on a sunday morning especially right after you wake up from a warm bed just get yourself a bowl of cereal or fruit, snuggle up and watch your favorite cartoons.
A comfotable object that you sit on. Some people like to lay on one. I like to do both. There are many types of couches. Some are soft, some are hard. They can also come in different varieties and styles of fabrics. A bohemian styled couch would more than likely go for a more indie style couch. A fashion designer would more than likely go for a more modern or chic style couch.
There is nothing like a couch. It doesn’t even have to comfortable. Its always in the best place no matter where it is. After a long day of work you can just go and sit on it and relax. Watch tv and read. I got a free couch the other day. It was on the street by my grandmother’s place. It’s in my living room now. IT’s awesome!! I’m actually sitting on it right now. My roommate is to. It was free!! The funny thing is we would have paid atleast $100 for it! hahaha… It’s black leather.
achy muscles get a rest, curves contour to my body as I slouch, splay, and ease my tension. where families gather, people relax, pets sleep, coins fall, cushions squish and colors fade. Support for our lives.
Is an item that you sit on, it can be cosy and you can lie on it to relax or even go to sleep on it. The best things about couches is being a couch potato, where you do nothing all do but sit and watch tv and eat dinner.
I got two new couches this year. One orange and one brown. I love them. They are mid-century modern, and I’ve been looking for tables and other accessories to show them off. It was freeing and scary at the same time to do two huge furniture purchases on the same day. But, I did it. I spent the money and said I would deal with the fallout later. Later hasn’t arrived yet, thankfully.
It’s where he found them after their movie, on the couch, peacefully asleep. Will figured he ought to wake them before Angel or Krystal found them and started planning the wedding, but what was the point?
A wedding was close enough around the corner for the two of them, anyway.
she staggered into the dorm, kicking the door behind her closed. somehow, through the ocean of junk on the floor and burdened with loose thesis papers and late assignments and coffee stains and whatever else she carried around these days, she made it to the couch and instantly collapsed, letting loose a savage groan. “tough day?” her roommate grinned wickedly, typing away on the laptop in her meticulously neat half of the room. “shut up,” she mumbled, and reveled in the wonderful softness and squishiness of the couch.
I love to go couch diving. It’s got an element of surprise. Will you find a quarter? A gummy bear? A leaky pen? That lost receipt? Rubbery french fries? You grandfather’s pocket watch? I treasure hunt for your fingers!
The couch in the front living room, however, was more than just a couch to him. It was his whole life from the time he was six years old. That could held christmas gifts and sickness memories and even his first kiss. Finding out he had to get rid of him broke his heart.
a place i love to lie down after a stressful day mmmm soft cushions all around me keeping me cosy and warm or even better when i’m sort of high its the best place to lean my head back and slouch and just get lost in my thoughts i also love when i clean up around the couch because i always find money that comes in useful being a poor student.
lounge about all day music on the computer, recover, recover, recover from every hang over you ever had, all in your head pounding like the sound of your angry voice when we talk too much about things never said sober.
Entspannt lehnte sich der junge Informant mit dem langen weißen Haar zurück, legte die Arme ausgebreitet über die Lehne der bequemen Couch, welche im Foyer der kleinen Herberge “flauschiges Schaf” in Cocoa Weed stand. Das Kaminfeuer, welches ihm gegenüber leise vor sich hin knisterte, spendete Wärme, welche langsam aber sicher wieder in seine eiskalten Glieder zurückkroch. Das Feuer war ein wahrer Segen im Gegensatz zu dem Schneesturm welcher draußen vor dem Fenster tobte. Leise seufze er, schloss die Augen und ließ sich tiefer in das Fellbesetzte Möbelstück sinken. Immer mehr wurde ihm bewusst wie anstrengend der heutige Tag gewesen war. Seine Lider fielen immer wieder zu, bis er schließlich der Müdigkeit nachgab, die Arme vor der Brust verschränkte und seicht in einen erholsamen Schlaf fiel…
when i sit on it sometimes i am relaxed but most of the time is when i really need to escape my room which is where i think the most. it is a place that leaves me with hope sometimes and others i just see my moms stupid boyfriend wasting away on MY couch. but hey thats life right, theres nothing i can control about it. so i dont even try.
I don’t have a couch at the moment. I should really love to be a couch hopper actually. Travel the world sleeping on other peoples’ couches. that would be a grand and extremely cheap way to satiate my wanderlust. Though someday I would like to have a couch of my own. somewhere in permanance…sometime when I’m through with the aimless search.
I sat on the couch wondering where to look next. I had been staring at my hands for over a minute now and I could feel myself beginning to twitch in anticipation. Should I look at their faces across the room? No. They would see right through my facade. Should I tell them the truth? No. I couldn’t.
A couch is a place where you can relax, where you can fall asleep at ease, where you sit to watch TV, where you fall when you get home after a long day, what you talk to about things others wont understand, where you cry after a bad breakup. . . A couch is a bed, and a couch is a best friend <3
I sat down on the big red couch, my foot propped up against the ottoman. I let a huge yawn escape my mouth as I reached lazily for the TV remote. I clicked through the channels mindlessly, my thoughts still on what Amelia had said to me earlier that day. “You guys would make a cute couple.”
he bounced higher and higher. “I’M FLYIIIIIIIIING,” he screamed, flapping his arms and losing his balance. he fell to the floor. “I’M FLYING!” his hand flailed weirdly, a mirage of a butterfly. “MY WINGS. MY WINGS!”
will amburgey has one fucking ugly couch. it is orange. it is velvet. it has ornamentl decorations. he got it for 20 dollars. i think “semen” before i sit down. but i sit down because it is my friends’ couch, and we laugh a lot whenever we sit on that ugly orange couch.
Today, I opened the windows wide, and listened to the world around me.
He sat down and ran his hand along the gilded armrest.
“Looks like it belongs in a bordello,” he muttered.
“You know that’s why you like it,” came the sing-song, self-satisfied reply.
i like it with you on it. i like it with you and me on it, embraced. it has felt us, it has felt our warmth, ot has felt our weight. i like the couch when it smells of you, it reminds me of happy times.
Sitting on the couch
I wonder what’ll happen next
I don’t know what will happen
This moment in this text
So I’ll just keep typing at your behest
I know that it is for the best
i sat on the couch. i tapped my foot, not impatiently but quite pleasantly. my body hummed with excitement. i waited. but it was okay. the room looked prettier than usual.
i’ll lay on your couch any day
but don’t expect me to stay seated
or want me to stay
i’ll be back shortly
to sit next to you
to put my hand on your leg
and to kiss for a few
but i’ll be up again shortly
to go find things to fix
to clean the dishes
or do yoga a few minutes
i’m a busy body
with a super clean home
and i’ll be glad when i know
your home is my own
© L
Sticks when it’s hot and when I wear less clothing. Both of those circumstances tend to coincide. Why would anyone want to have sex on a leather (or pleather) couch when it has that quality to it?
Cream Cheese.
couches are cool. i like to lay on them, and eat on them, and sleep on them. isn’t that fun, are you fun? that’s cool. i don’t care. whatever. i like to eat bagels and shmear meow meow. how are you on this fine evening? oh wait, i was supposed to be talking about couches. oops. well what is there to know about couches?
I like to sit on it. Probably too much. In fact I’m on it right now. I’ve been here for an hour. I don’t plan to get up for at least another hour. Well maybe I shall in 5 mins. For some tea and biscuits. I plan to return. And loaf. A lot.
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I sat on the couch and thought about my life with him. Where would we be in twenty years? Would we be together in twenty years? Would I even be alive in twenty years? These are things that are so trivial to worry about and yet, here I was…stuck on this couch worrying about trivial things. Trivial things like him. Why.
I lay on the couch awaiting my fate. What they’ll decide to do to me I don’t know. I betrayed them, I betrayed Alex, I betrayed myself. How could I do this to Alex, the one I loved? This is my goodbye to my world, my love, my life, my forever.
The only thing left to move into the apartment was the couch. It was a nasty old couch they had found at a garage sale somewhere in upstate New York. How she loved it; she had always been partial to antiques of any variety. He loved it because he loved her. He knew that for sure, couch or no couch.
I sit on a comfortable couch all day. It’s the best thing ever. I relax and kick my feet up. I sip on a cup of delicious Cinnabon-flavored coffee. I adjust the pillows behind me and tune into the TV. What a great life. Ooh, and What Not To Wear is on next. All the better. I wonder what I should have for dinner? But I don’t feel like getting up. I’ll just continue sipping my coffee and watching TV….
It goes like this, the fourth the fifth..
He was pressed into the couch when she found him. He’s slumped in on himself, destroyed since the other man in their home left. She sits on the end of the couch by his feet and she touches his knee. “I miss him too, you know?” she says. He doesn’t reply, then again, he rarely does, especially when it comes to her.
sitting on the couch and watching tv is the best thing to do on a sunday morning especially right after you wake up from a warm bed just get yourself a bowl of cereal or fruit, snuggle up and watch your favorite cartoons.
A comfotable object that you sit on. Some people like to lay on one. I like to do both. There are many types of couches. Some are soft, some are hard. They can also come in different varieties and styles of fabrics. A bohemian styled couch would more than likely go for a more indie style couch. A fashion designer would more than likely go for a more modern or chic style couch.
were you sit down to
There is nothing like a couch. It doesn’t even have to comfortable. Its always in the best place no matter where it is. After a long day of work you can just go and sit on it and relax. Watch tv and read. I got a free couch the other day. It was on the street by my grandmother’s place. It’s in my living room now. IT’s awesome!! I’m actually sitting on it right now. My roommate is to. It was free!! The funny thing is we would have paid atleast $100 for it! hahaha… It’s black leather.
achy muscles get a rest, curves contour to my body as I slouch, splay, and ease my tension. where families gather, people relax, pets sleep, coins fall, cushions squish and colors fade. Support for our lives.
Is an item that you sit on, it can be cosy and you can lie on it to relax or even go to sleep on it. The best things about couches is being a couch potato, where you do nothing all do but sit and watch tv and eat dinner.
I got two new couches this year. One orange and one brown. I love them. They are mid-century modern, and I’ve been looking for tables and other accessories to show them off. It was freeing and scary at the same time to do two huge furniture purchases on the same day. But, I did it. I spent the money and said I would deal with the fallout later. Later hasn’t arrived yet, thankfully.
It’s where he found them after their movie, on the couch, peacefully asleep. Will figured he ought to wake them before Angel or Krystal found them and started planning the wedding, but what was the point?
A wedding was close enough around the corner for the two of them, anyway.
she staggered into the dorm, kicking the door behind her closed. somehow, through the ocean of junk on the floor and burdened with loose thesis papers and late assignments and coffee stains and whatever else she carried around these days, she made it to the couch and instantly collapsed, letting loose a savage groan. “tough day?” her roommate grinned wickedly, typing away on the laptop in her meticulously neat half of the room. “shut up,” she mumbled, and reveled in the wonderful softness and squishiness of the couch.
I love to go couch diving. It’s got an element of surprise. Will you find a quarter? A gummy bear? A leaky pen? That lost receipt? Rubbery french fries? You grandfather’s pocket watch? I treasure hunt for your fingers!
The couch in the front living room, however, was more than just a couch to him. It was his whole life from the time he was six years old. That could held christmas gifts and sickness memories and even his first kiss. Finding out he had to get rid of him broke his heart.
a place i love to lie down after a stressful day mmmm soft cushions all around me keeping me cosy and warm or even better when i’m sort of high its the best place to lean my head back and slouch and just get lost in my thoughts i also love when i clean up around the couch because i always find money that comes in useful being a poor student.
lounge about all day music on the computer, recover, recover, recover from every hang over you ever had, all in your head pounding like the sound of your angry voice when we talk too much about things never said sober.
” and i don’t want to crouch behind the couch pretending to be wyatt urp.can we go outside? “
Entspannt lehnte sich der junge Informant mit dem langen weißen Haar zurück, legte die Arme ausgebreitet über die Lehne der bequemen Couch, welche im Foyer der kleinen Herberge “flauschiges Schaf” in Cocoa Weed stand. Das Kaminfeuer, welches ihm gegenüber leise vor sich hin knisterte, spendete Wärme, welche langsam aber sicher wieder in seine eiskalten Glieder zurückkroch. Das Feuer war ein wahrer Segen im Gegensatz zu dem Schneesturm welcher draußen vor dem Fenster tobte. Leise seufze er, schloss die Augen und ließ sich tiefer in das Fellbesetzte Möbelstück sinken. Immer mehr wurde ihm bewusst wie anstrengend der heutige Tag gewesen war. Seine Lider fielen immer wieder zu, bis er schließlich der Müdigkeit nachgab, die Arme vor der Brust verschränkte und seicht in einen erholsamen Schlaf fiel…
when i sit on it sometimes i am relaxed but most of the time is when i really need to escape my room which is where i think the most. it is a place that leaves me with hope sometimes and others i just see my moms stupid boyfriend wasting away on MY couch. but hey thats life right, theres nothing i can control about it. so i dont even try.
I don’t have a couch at the moment. I should really love to be a couch hopper actually. Travel the world sleeping on other peoples’ couches. that would be a grand and extremely cheap way to satiate my wanderlust. Though someday I would like to have a couch of my own. somewhere in permanance…sometime when I’m through with the aimless search.
I sat on the couch wondering where to look next. I had been staring at my hands for over a minute now and I could feel myself beginning to twitch in anticipation. Should I look at their faces across the room? No. They would see right through my facade. Should I tell them the truth? No. I couldn’t.
Comfy pillows sink, cushioning me in what feels like a cloud. I kick off my shoes, shrug off my backpack, and sink into my lovely, comfy couch.
A couch is a place where you can relax, where you can fall asleep at ease, where you sit to watch TV, where you fall when you get home after a long day, what you talk to about things others wont understand, where you cry after a bad breakup. . . A couch is a bed, and a couch is a best friend <3
I sat down on the big red couch, my foot propped up against the ottoman. I let a huge yawn escape my mouth as I reached lazily for the TV remote. I clicked through the channels mindlessly, my thoughts still on what Amelia had said to me earlier that day. “You guys would make a cute couple.”
A comfy place to relaxr
he bounced higher and higher. “I’M FLYIIIIIIIIING,” he screamed, flapping his arms and losing his balance. he fell to the floor. “I’M FLYING!” his hand flailed weirdly, a mirage of a butterfly. “MY WINGS. MY WINGS!”