/fa/ - Fashion

Rain

The air is clean and smells good, and always seems to come at a time when the universe is patting me on the back for continuing to push forward

The gray that comes along with it is so neutral and pleasant

>>7045296
> tfw it rained today

I can remember walking home alone on strange nights in foreign countries. Perhaps I'd just met a new girl, put up some wheat paste or made a bunch of money, it doesn't matter. I'm walking back to wherever it is I sleep and even the buildings seem so tiny and trivial, the sky up above is an endless row of rasters and everything is in its place, lights in the distance scrolling parallax and I am just a pixel here. I am overjoyed that I don't have to wake up in this place forever, that I am leaving in several weeks, that this empty gas-lit parking lot and infinite row of housing towers are not something I am ever likely to see again.
In that moment of course, they are beautiful, all of them, rows of steel and glass, housing the millions in discrete extra-urban residential blocks. I am there, skirting the sidestreets, homeward bound, cherry point of a joint dangling in the dark as my heels echo up the stone.

i don't know about comforting, nor is this really general, but i like the new-cotton smell rick clothes have. it's really particular and i'm convinced its artificial. as in, they must spray their clothes with something. or its the result of some combination of chemicals which process the garment.

(Can't find original quote, roughly translated from Japanese)

"Beauty is a state and a situation, it cannot be basic nature. There is no beautiful flower, only a moment when a flower appears beautiful" - Yohji Yamamoto

I love Yohji and the Japanese ideals of wabi - sabi and this quote just sums up everything I love about his work and philosophy. It reminds me to stop and reflect on myself from time to time and that being "cool" is not as important as I often make myself believe.

>>7045314
8.4 best new comfy

only thing i would disagree is i've often walked miles and miles and hours back to a hostel. it's ok when you collapse onto the bed but during its a lot of sore feet/calves, and "am i going the right way? i'm pretty sure this is west. maybe that next streetlight is the one near the hostel"

There are just hills and pine trees here, the smoke from our campfire is just a thread in the horizon. Where the grass meets the dirt meets the rock formations, I can step out over the valley below and see the moon in the distance, the lights in the town.
There are memories of an idealized childhood I never lived, ET bike rides, Goony treasure hunts and friends who stuck around when things got bad.
The absence of those things does not matter to me now, I have my mountaintop. I have my moon, breaking over pines in the distance. I have an old cabin and a generator about 300 yards back - I'm running a Z-80 and two Amigas in there. There's plenty of food and my drum machines run on solar panels, car batteries, whatever we feed the transformer.
Hold it high. Higher. There, you're getting a signal now.

copenhagen
april

i just left a bar
the 4th that night
i was maybe 10 beers deep over the last 7 hours
my brother was next to me and we were walking through the streets, quickly but not really any reason for the urgency
we just knew we needed to be somewhere
the comfy kicked in when i realized that this was exactly what i thought of when i envisioned a "good day"
it was incredible and my brother and i got to share it
i realized that i am capable, i can do what i think i can do, i am a force that can push through, i am a man that has power, i am a person with privileges and weaknesses and strengths and i can be happy if i focus on the things that bring out the best in me
the cobblestones comforted me and the houses smiled at me and the cold held me and the sky covered me
it was great
beautiful night and day, life changing moments.

>>7045309
>Finally got into the mid to low 70s
>cloudy with a slight breeze all day
This kind of weather really puts a spring in your step.

>>7045337
whenever i see people talk about shit like "street culture" they say that they don't want people who run when shit gets bad

what do you expect from a friend? in shit situations?
if i'm out tagging with a friend and the cops roll up and we split and he trips and the cops 10 feet behind him and i'm 10 feet in from of my friend, do i turn to help him, knowing that we'll both probably get caught? do i hit the cop and run? do i keep running?

can you explain that to me?

Exploring crude 3D worlds as a child, getting my Sega CD running, years after it had begun fading as a system and was being sold at bargain basement prices.
Opening strange new games bought dirt cheap with money earned as from my first hard work. Smelling the packaging as it ripped open, giving off free monomers and limitless potential.
Beautiful sprite design.

6:45, this short narration with the music just puts everything into place for me. It makes me realise how transient, meaningless, yet beautiful life is and to truly make the most out of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=swIQgdYSdMk#t=405

>>7045314
I have the same memories when i drive on dark, dim-lit roads in foreign countries. On my long drives throughout the countryside it was just relaxing to know i was the only one there and would be the only one there for an endless amount of time. Playing some soothing music and just continuing until wherever you feel it is pleasant to stop would make me comfortable. I could drive through the night and just stare out into the nothingness in front of me for hours upon hours.
How I miss those drives and the freedoms I once had.

>>7045314
>>7045337
who are you stealing these passages from?

>>7045344
continuing

Right turn out of the safety of a strangers bunny-centric apartment. Right turn out of the decidedly friendly elevator. Right turn onto the dilapidated road.

I felt the worry of strangeness fill me as I stepped away from the apartment building. I had no way of contacting my family or my friends or getting from Croatia to Ohio, but the thought thrilled me. I was worried and intimidated by the strangers who idly stared me down as I sidled by, I felt weak and small, a bug to be crushed by the power of a much stronger being. I borrowed confidence from my music, allowing the bravado of more clever men to strengthen my shell against the shoe of the proverbial man to my insect.

I walked through the sun drenched city and absorbed the feeling of freedom I felt grow with each step. I'm left handed.

On the shore of a lake, after my first major kiss, surprised to find myself thinking of graphic design at a time like this. I'm 11, and I can't get logo design out of my head.
I'm at camp, the water is evaporating from my shoulders, my feet are resting on a plastic orange kayak. Her hand is small and cool in mine, and I can feel every grain of sand beneath me, count them all one by one.

>>7045284
myinevitabledeathmakesmefuckingchill.jpeg

But on a more serious note, I've just been really interested in life cycles and watching a lot of nat geo and seeing things change just gives me this cosmic feeling. I really don't have any other way to describe it.

comforting?
>The woods
I've always loved the woods, I grew up in them. We'd run barefoot through them not really giving a shit and swam in creeks that would probably seem unswimmable to most (I wouldn't swim in them today either). There was an old tree house built down by the creek, crudely constructed as well, might I add. It had no real architectural form, it was like different rooms and platforms hurriedly nailed onto a tree. We didn't care though, we'd still climb through it barefoot and pretend to be characters from our favorite cartoon show despite the protruding nails. We'd go "hunting" with our pellet rifles, never actually killing anything but it was still fun. The woods' damp, earthy scent always gives me nostalgia feels.

I pity the chilluns who couldn't have a childhood like mine.

>>7045381
I'm writing them at the moment.

Sounds nerdly maybe, but coming home after a day at work and playing a video game. Could've been a shit day or an inoffensive one, but I work two jobs usually with back-to-back shifts in the same day. The walk or drive home would usually reset my whole state of mind and by the time I'd get back home I'd be ready to take a shower, change into a t-shirt and some old jeans, and slump down on my couch. I've always been pretty broke and not a big fan of computers outside of music and wasting my life on imageboards and I've never really been a TV watcher so that sound of my dusty CRT switching on - that crackle and the little almost-imperceptible high-pitched tone - followed by the old PlayStation synth jingle ident was always a good palette-cleanser. I've had to sell both but just thinking about it kind of warms me up.

That, and toast. Shit, just making toast, even.

>>7045401
in that case youre a really good writer.

>>7045410

I can relate to this, used to work 11 hour dishwashing shifts at a really busy restaurant with no breaks or overtime pay, at the end of the day I was always sweaty and filthy as hell and coming home to take a shower and relax in my room and play some video games was a very comforting experience

She is satisfied and asleep. I have a good book and it is raining gently. The day's purchases are draped over a chair at the foot of our bed, and they are beautiful.

>>7045421
>The day's purchases

nice capitalism pig american
what'd you cop, some hamburgers and dragon dildos

>>7045410
>that sound of my dusty CRT switching on - that crackle and the little almost-imperceptible high-pitched tone - followed by the old PlayStation synth jingle ident

I'm kind of crying

>>7045384
christmas day
2011

i've received a most unlikely gift -- an electric blanket.
i've wrapped myself in it at the corner of our sectional and the warmth given to me is the most complete i've felt up to that point in my life. it fills my head and heart and pervades my whole outlook, filling my ideology's with immediate optimism and positivity.

each moment i grow more grateful for the feeling of comfort that fills my house, that holds my family together, that makes mundanities such as crescent rolls feel like a masterpiece, that makes minutiae like cleaning the table feel like an opportunity to create a new and incredible moment.

We climb to the the roof of the warehouse by following the steel struts. Pigeons roost in the darkness below us and the sun shines down through broken panes in clearly defined rays.
When we reach the top I pull her up with one hand and she steadies herself with an arm around my waist (nylon rippling there).
The wind roils in off the water and whips at our faces, she begins pointing out tankers and container ships. The gulls arc lazily overhead, a feeble sun shines and for a minute I forget about how we're supposed to get ourselves back down.

>>7045417
Thank you, although I assure you I'm pretty average.

>>7045431
i wake up to the feeling out a woman shifting beneath me and a man reacting slightly above me. i'm staring at the sky and the big dipper stands above me, inviting me to be dipped off the ground and carried into the vast depths. i can feel all of my best friends around me, at various states of consciousness. it's the last night of summer for us, and it's the last time we'll all be together and be so free. we're in my backyard, free from responsibilities or anything that could restrict us from enjoying each other. i close my eyes and begin to rest.

>>7045446
you are very well above average and as a person you are very impressive.

music and family and friends and art

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Q4NnXdMNKE&feature=youtu.be

i love you guys

>>7045446

Poet your life seems to have been filled with such inspiring and beautiful adventures and events, this sounds really stupid but how do I make my life as memorable and interesting as yours? A certain mindset or lifestyle I should life? I just feel like my life up until this point has been extremely bland and meaningless and I don't know what I'm living for. I feel like I've been unconscious my entire life.

the train

waiting for and riding the train is very calming. Once you step on the platform, there's nothing you can do that will get you where you're going faster. All you do is wait. Wait and think. Read if you brought a book. You can look and try to tell how soon the train will arrive but it doesn't matter if you know or not, it's still coming at the same time. When the train does come it makes a low rhythmic rumble that sounds like something has been slowed down several times. you get on the train and you're moving. Every day you watch the same neighborhoods pass by. The same buildings. The same trees. When your stop comes up you sigh and prepare yourself to reenter the world where you need to put in effort to get where you want to go. You leave the security of the train behind and your mind stops wandering to focus on what you need to do, where you're going, who you're about to talk to. But for a few minutes, you were free.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOHM2Qkt32o

>>7045464
>>7045464
>tfw starting up an album that you've listened to dozens of times and love
>tfw letting go and skating through a neighborhood belting The Avett Brothers and then rapping Blue Sky Black Death and Nacho Picasso

>>7045464
and a nice cigarette, on that day that you didnt have a chance to have one until 10 pm and you sit with some coffee or tea and a book

>>7045468
think about things differently. think about everything differently, actually. write things down or draw, or whatever helps you remember your feelings at that particular moment.

>>7045478
tfw a song you havent heard since you were 14 comes on your ipod, its layn at the bottom of the shuffle for all these years, and its not that great of a song but it brings so many feelings swelling into your head

the other day i found one of my old hoodies that my old girlfriend used to wear all the time. i wish i hadn't lost touch with her sometimes

>>7045453
paris
april 2013

i hold a bottle of 3 euro wine in my left hand and gelatto in my right, my brother walks in front of me holding the same items, 2 friends stroll behind us, walking slowly so they can hold hands.
we arrive at the park and sit down, immediately opening the wine bottles and ceremoniously passing them around for the first sips. there is nothing but us in this moment, our companionship flows from us to form a barrier between the noisy life of america or the stressful life of travel, just the hours of drinking wine and speaking broken french and naming clouds and making increasingly more irrelevant references.
soon the charade will end, but for now, we drink and laugh.
pic related.

>>7045499
>tfw listening to the con and realizing that you lost your virginity 2 weeks before your 19th birthday in a situation you didn't want to happen with a woman you barely knew
>tfw thinking about how if you could combine your ex with your current GF you'd have found your soul mate.

>>7045468
Very simple - while adhering to the standards of tasteful and civilized behavior, cross every line that cannot physically hold you back. Do what your heroes do. Just try.
As long as you have that warm, well lit place to come back to, you're going to be fine. So put yourself out there. Simple as that. When that little voice tells you not to be silly, that you can't ever do THAT... make it a point to do just that. Or at the very least, try and fail miserably.

It all boils down to accepting the inevitability of failure and misery, tbh. But it's in accepting those things that you become truly free of them. It's paradoxical like that, and it's why you see mystical & spiritual leaders talking about the 'illusion of suffering' from time to time. I mean, if you take the paradigm far enough, then pain itself is an illusion, a paper tiger.

I really like to entertain the thought of having the person I'm with now, become a large role of my adult life. I know I'm going to die young. Going fast taking a turn a little too tight going 160+ on a bike.

I also have thought of some quotes many moon ago right after waking. My favorite one being

>I'd rather die a hero than live like one.

the idea of someday being old is pretty comforting

>>7045477

i can listen to this on repeat for hours
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o7WFPZ4BIc

paul simon has the voice of an angel

>>7045284
https://soundcloud.com/chromeo/over-your-shoulder

I just picture myself winding through the mountains in this car while blasting this.

>>7045521
gay

>>7045464
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe3LKWmjG5I

and the early short films of Peter Greenaway

>>7045509
>pic related
here's actual picture, misclicked and didn't select anything.

hamburg germany
april 2013

i sit at breakfast with jacob, my brother, and spread jam onto a freshly made scone. i look at my host and her mother, german women who had been so kind as to let us into their house and then make us breakfast. i drink incredible tea as i create sandwiches from dried meats and cheeses. i can feel the soreness fade from my knees as i stretch my legs and watch the sunrise.
jacob asks me what i want to do with the day, and i don't respond. i just look at the sky and breathe. he does the same.
we ended up sitting at a lake side eating bread and cheese with wine while talking about our ideas of a perfect life.

>>7045337
Poet, if you don't mind and have the time, could you give these two songs a listen?
I find them the most comforting out of any music I've heard and I think you may enjoy them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0sN9eFUsqw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-tTmSY4m4M

>>7045509
>tfw never lost virginity because i couldn't bring myself to tell her i loved her
i dont give a shit about being a virgin but i wasn't good enough for this girl and i didnt try to be better

>>7045523
fucking groovy

>>7045528
don't hide your feelings

>>7045532
i'd never heard this, really nice

>>7045532
boring

One thing I like to do to relax is go on google maps adventures where I go through the user-uploaded photos looking for ones I like, which I save

with music obviously
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxA36oAqdW8

Another thing I used to do was play Minecraft while listening to 1/1 by Brian Eno

my #1 comfy memory is being at my aunt's cottage on the great lakes, years ago, in fall; it was cold -- it's one of those little wooden cottages, meant for use in the summer-- so when I was too chilled to continue wandering around outside on the rocks, I came in and sat in front of the fire in a wicker chair and got acquainted with the album For Emma, Forever Ago; past the window, I watched the wind blowing on the waters and through the pines, and I fell asleep.

>>7045548
forgot to post a comfy painting

>>7045557
kinda looks like shes got a pit vagina

>>7045554
>tfw skinny love comes on

>>7045548
No, I mean the song is just poopy. It has no swagger at all. Nothing is good about it, nothing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUec4MMQflE

>>7045564
nah

that feel when you listen to Flume under the right circumstances

that's the feel

youtube.com/watch?v=Lx6k7zCpeFs

I was sitting in the dining hall going over latin declensions one thursday afternoon. Found myself enjoying this song. After 0:50 it gets pretty catchy. I was eating vegetarian pizza, olives, and bread I think, with mediocre college coffee.

WAITING FOR YAAA CHANGE YAA MIIiiiIIiiIIIiiNNND.... AT THE EDGE OF YA SEAT, WAITING FOR YAA CHANGE YA MIiiIiIND

>>7045561
girls had armpit hair back then

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WabPV1eSeA

John Fahey. Texts from my mom. Raymond Carver. Silk shirts. Udon. 19th century Russian lit. Another Green World. Cartoon Network. Vicodin. Snow days. Hot apple cider. Cape Cod when it's raining. The Upper West Side when it snows. Reading poetry aloud post-coitus. Browsing through animal .gifs. Thinking about volunteer firefighters. Taking Vitamin D. Wool socks. Yu-Gi-Oh. Jawbreaker. Talking about marriage. /ck/. Malick.

>being this pleb at art
lel

>>7045567
i disagree but i also fucking love ray so you're alright in my book

>>7045570
i look forward to this feel i have yet to experience it
but it is a great song

bad dream last night: alone but not-I am in a building of sterile, cool rice paper overlaying two feet thick concete. there is no entrance nor exit in reach of my assigned 'room'; the hallways extend for miles down each corridor until they reach frail bridges that connect to other such faceless constructs, the sight tepid in its surrealness, easy and simple in how isolating it is. I am alone but looking for someone who was taken from me-I know they're made to exist here, too. in dreams, a person's cognizance of their surrounding is hauntingly omniscient; I know he's here, even more sure than this limbo's boundaries. I know he's waiting.
there is no way to tell time in a place with no sky, but I know it took lifetimes.
aeons pass until I wander far enough to find him.
no words pass between us-are they really needed?-and we sit down for a meal in the stark bareness of his rice paper room . bowls steam on the floor as we sit and hold each other, everything the same colour of dead wheat save for the porcelain our koi swim in and their calico scales of creams, oranges, delicate china reds.
a disturbance. they begin to devour each other mouth to tail until all that could be seen was their chain of fisheyes, orb ouroboros, black figures suddenly overwhelm the room. we are separated.

8 am: wake up, tearing up at the corners of my eyes from mental exhaustion. seek comfort in his hoodie. it's now a permanent fixture in the corner of my desk, next to the orchids. I unroll it in my half-sleep haze and burrow myself in the scent of him.
it's an ancient polyblend, the black faded to a muted mauve-grey and distressed with his flesh memory. holes line the thick seaming, it swallows me if I put it on. pilling is impossible. "I've shaved it so many times," he told me once, "that at some point…it just stabilized."

I hold it there, fabric to face to fear, for half an hour before I return to sleep. there is a day ahead of me.
[1/2]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJY7BMzx7Iw

i like looking at this pic
it makes me feel better that i am not a cancer patient fashinista

>>7045609
don't insult poet

he's the best poster here

>>7045607

[2/2]
really wish he were here, my paper tiger. it's weird, though-there's a point at which the distance only emphasizes the security felt in the other with relics like this. in a way, that is my comfort-the knowledge I feel now knowing that the level we can exist at with each other isn't a lonely one.
more tangible comforts: holding my puppy (ie. fullgrown mutt) after not seeing her for months. turning a page and seeing someone else's folded marker. old letters I've received. soft things like hand holding on long drives in the country, in the depth of night, soft things shared like secrets. the familiar and warm crackle of my cassette player putting on a 25 cent tape of an old puccini opera. oldschool character illustrators. slow massages on the nape of my neck by a lover-a single finger stroking my temple and forehead softly feels like the touch of god. machine music.
things like that.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grxqQMmugNE

I don't think much about stuff I spontaneously label "comfort" to be honest. I prefer to cast this sort of stuff in other frameworks - joy, intimacy, most of all a sense that I'm getting so very close to some other great mysterious something pulsating behind the wide, apparent world, giving it its shape.

I guess when I need it and I'm not being completely dysfunctional, I get comfort from memories, both real and fantastic, that have been touched with some combination of that, and the feeling of secreted-away calm (like: drifting on a boat with nothing nearby, or tucked into a slouchy couch and warm sweater in a bright, cold & private room), and most of all, love, almost of course.

The best way to narrate that, I guess, is to talk about a phone call I had with my still-best friend years and years ago in our senior year of high school. One of us said something, and we realized we had the exact same dream the night before, apropos nothing we could tell: on a large marble patio on the Mediterranean, nearly level with the sea, staring out at the wide, wind-kicked water, which close up was lapping past the columns of the railing around it, and we were these exact words at once to each other "eating really good bread." And we laughed, and we still mention "really good bread" to each other, and know exactly what the other means.

Perhaps it all has something to do with the feeling that the shape of the world at that moment is exactly as it should be, that all its pieces are connecting just right.

>>7045609
he looks so haggard

ugh

>>7045609
he looks so sickly.

Going to the beach at night. The smells, the breeze. Its so peaceful

like this scene (from Contact) go to 3:40
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pfOFCUjmEU

>>7045609

>cancer patient fashinista

where can I find a fit anthology from such people

this picture is opiates

sitting and having a cigarette or playing a card game or something with an old man with stories to tell.

>>7045284
wow, i love you, poet. you're so inventive :3
also, this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYWV0FDa3ro
i used to play it all the time as i sat in my room and played left 4 dead all night,was still in school then, and, you know, those times you pretty much didn't give a fuckwat about the future - well, at least i didn't.
i guess those memories are pretty comforting

Bumping a thread full of beautiful things.

>>7045609
poet looks like a cool drug dealer with a conscience.

>>7045727
CCTV lens on DSLR feels

this thread makes me wanna cry cuz i have nothing that really comforts me
nothing comforting happened in my life
i am 19 and i have never had any teenage love (introvert as fucc, asocial n shit) and my life is just work > get money > spend on clothes > work > get money > again
i feel like shit for not experiencing the real life
the unmaterialistic life
but what can i do, i am ugly and not really interesting
nobody to spend time with
guess ill just buy clothes i like

>>7047082
see
>>7045516

Get interesting, stop feeling shitty, have the awesome life you deserve. Good luck. (:

Yes, I just typed a smiley face on 4chan.

>>7047082
Surely something gives you enjoyment. If it's clothes, then parse and dissect the feelings you get when you cop new clothes. Is it the feeling of potential? The possibilities? Is it the simple quality of having something new?
When you break down the things that amuse you you'll find shared threads, and you can go from there.

>living in my tiny Paris apartment
>just took a shower
>looking out my only wall-sized window right now
>staring all the people rushing home, stuck in a traffic jam
>people walking in the rain without umbrellas
>got my tea in one hand, joint in another

I actually like this thread, finally people have to elaborate on how they're feeling instead of using "tfw" over and over again.

>>7045478
I used to be a sk8er kid.
I remember coming home late at night in big empty streets, with only the constant hum of trembling wheels and that tingly rumbling feeling your feet that stays with you for a while.

>Walk to a slightly less busy Central London street
>Sit down on the curb or lean against brickwork
>Pose artistically and smoke carefully as qt grls walk past
>Catch their gaze here and there
>Smile to myself when I see a qt 3.14 blush
>Finish off after a few hours of posing and pretending to be lost in deep thought and other important errands
>Go home and read /fa/
We're all gonna make it.

>>7047082

go travelling man

get away from it all and experience things and people and food and culture

and find a new love for life

plus travelling romances are the shit, meet loads of cute girls that love foreigners, fuck them for a day or two and movie on to another country

travelling is the best feeling in the world

i just save up my money and go away every summer, have an amazing time, then come back to reality but its gives me something to really look forward too each year

I am having the shittiest day. It was comforting to read a thread on effay that wasn't a shit flinging competition. thanks for that.

>Living at home
>Going to school
>Smoke often
>Listen to music throughout the day, learn, talk to others
>Come home and just come on /fa/, light an incense and relax until dinner

and it is raining outside.
I am at heaven.

>holed up 10+ stories up a library
>comfy clothes

if i close my eyes i start snoozin
homework is so relaxing and its so quiet

>>7048914

oh and here is a fucking sweet song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UENsg-ZSkw

>tfw in bed, just blazed with headphones on listening to sick music and reading threads from you brilliant bastards

so cosy

>>7048907
my nigga

>>7048907
tip lil

This song is the best song ever, greatest feel song

anyone who has watched garden state will understand

>tfw garden state
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD7qIthSdkA

>>7045580
explosions in the sky is great feel music

love this shit

>>7048890
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=561_w4M4Ro4
Some anon posted this a while ago, I thought you might enjoy.

Any comfy movie recommendations /fa/?

>poet thread

unbearably pretentious general?

I am most relaxed when I am in good company.

>>7045284
Walking through the city after it rained, people watching. Great sense of reflection, also good exercise. Did it just today, for about 4 hours.

>>7049092
>No free expression and release in my /fa/!
I don't mind it, since this thread being so broad anyway. Thanks, poet.

I guess I'll try ma hand at this

It is night, 2 AM to be exact. Probably.
Beijing, Weigongcun, Beiwai University.
We've been out drinking and clubbing, my ears are still ringing.
I'm back in my dormitory on the toilet, my heart burns. Leaving day after tomorrow.
Bring out phone, call Her. Ask her if she can stay up a little longer, says yes. Change t-shirt into breathable running gear, put on running shoes, still wearing jeans.
Start running through the empty campus, the sleeping security guard onto the empty streets that led to Minzu University, must've been a few kilometers.
Beijing, even if it is one of the biggest cities in China, is silent at night. At least in the more quieter districts.
Run through the empty streets that have been crowded before just today, ran past the arcade I played Metal Slug at before we went drinking to kill some time, admired the city scene.
No cars, no taxis, no people, nothing.
Took a picture, pic related.
Ran some more.
Didn't run through Minzu campus because I didn't know that place so I ran all around the blog to the main gate.

There She is, standing there.
I have made an effort to learn the phrases I need that night in her language weeks before this night.
Fumbled, but I think the message went through clearly enough.

She looks to the floor, the asphalt, we sit on the sidewalk of the main street of the block, usually even busier than the streets I ran through earlier, is empty..
I asked her if I could hold her, she said yes, I did.

>>7049358
As I held her, I could only think of her beautiful silky black hair, she smelled nice even though we were in a sweaty club just earlier.
As I held her, suddenly the reddish tinted city and smog was no more.
As I held her, my heart hurt more and more, anticipating an answer, anticipating a movement.

*

An hour later, we were walking through the campus, we stood under massive trees in an unlit side street. Minzu University, Culture Road
She told me to close my eyes. I did.
Under the green trees in this otherwise dirt gray city, everything became naught.

*

To this day I don't know what drove me
Or drove her

4AM, she wants to leave, "please forget about me, we will never meet each other again"

I just know that
it was one of the most comfortable, best moments in my life.

It is 7 AM, I have barely slept, I haphazardly packed my things and moved to Wangjing.

took shrooms at a cottage once. it was my 2 friends and 2 girls one of my friends knew. The cottage was on a lake and even though it was winter the lake wasnt frozen over, only a really heavy layer of snow and slush but it was solid enough to walk on. Me and this asian girl were going in and out of the cottage, i guess other people didn't find the outside to interesting so it happened that me and the asian were the only ones outside. There on that snowed over lake I had a "moment" with that girl. But it wasn't sexual or relationship moment, it was just experiencing everything with another human being moment. We were both bundled up with boots scarves jackets and we just frolicked and enjoyed the outside/snow/sun. We threw snowballs, rolled around, met a dog and talked about things. That moment I felt like a true human being, I felt genuinely curious and able to experience things truly for whatever they were.

>>7049411
And yeah, whenever I get nauseous or anything I take comfort in reliving that moment again.

Here's a relaxing picture I must go now.

A mountain pass somewhere in California. I'm leaning up against a stack of British cones, chatting with my best friends, trading looks with girls. A ring of light around the full moon turning the fog slightly iridescent. Palpable bass and the cloying smell of ganja. Psilocybes and phenethylamines and tequila bouncing around the brainstem.

>>7049092
>unbearably pretentious general?

I can't get over how weird it is reading this. Everyone on 4chan is always so vigilantly on guard that as soon as people let loose and express what really moves them, it's shot down as posturing.

>>7049421
:^)

Reading this bumped my cozy up 2 points.

>>7045523
2 legit

2 legit 2 quit

>>7049421
oh and another one I just remembered
I had been seeing this girl for about a week, it was summer so we were often with friends or just hanging out.
This one night we were drinking a bit and the whole house had gone to sleep(workday) so I suggested we go to my hammock out back to not wake people up and just for fun. We just talked in that hammock, us two bodies entwined in whatever way was comfortable, changing positions every now and then for fun. We kissed and tickled and I even cupped her boobs when she mentioned that one was bigger than the other because I had to make sure heh. Before we knew it the sun had come up and the birds were chirping, our night had come to a literal end. She said she had to get home and I said I'd walk her.

This is why /fa/ really is my favourite 4chan board.

Sometimes I can't remember why I like it, but this is why. People will complain that threads like these aren't on topic, but they feel like a very special something only this particular board community can offer.

>>7045616
I love this song. Thanks for sharing it.

>>7049515

yeah, that indescribable 16-year-old-whose-just-read-his-first-philosophy-book type of threads

it's cringeworthy

>>7049547
this, some of these song links are weeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaak

>>7049547
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

I'm deeply infatuated with this girl I've known for years. She also happens to be my best friend and roommate. We're in college and living together and I'm loving life. Just getting to see her everyday and spend all our time together talking. It's Friday night, none of us have any real friends so we pack a bottle of whiskey and walk 3 miles to get to the lakefront. We're on a breakwall in museum park by the planetarium that juts way out into the lake. No one else is even around anymore. The police roll by in an ATV and we crouch down together so they don't see us. We can't even see any city lights anymore, just the dark and calm of a lake michigan on a breezeless summer night. Drinking whiskey out of the bottle, sitting close, we can talk forever and it never gets old.

Damn I miss that girl. She was way more /fa/ then I was, couldn't afford designers at retail so bought all her clothes on ebay.

>>7049561
Thanks metallica.

when a woman smiles at you

forget the anxiety that you feel after, just capture that moment when you make eye contact and she smiles

especially when sober :^)

>>7049593
Thanks la dispute.

>>7049547
I don't think any of these people are professing to be deep thinkers, they're just sharing memories. You know, I'd rather people tell me about their personal experiences that hold particular meaning for them than insult others over outfits and mask myself in a forced apathetic coolness. I like vulnerability, even if it is anonymous.

>>7049598
Thanks nerd.

>>7049560
>not posting your own links

>>7049605
Thanks bud.

>>7049609
Already did.
>>7045523

>>7049615
Reptilian Illuminati can't trick me.

>>7049605
I couldnt have said it better.

like really

I love the sound of vacuum cleaners/hoovers and hair dryers, the sound makes me feel amazingly safe and cosy.

When I was younger, I would lie in bed in the dark on a cold winter morning before school, and peek from underneath the bed covers at the crack in the door from which a lovely orange light spilled out. I would lie there for ages just listening to my mother dry her hair in the other room, wriggling around underneath the covers and peeking out of the curtains at the cold bleak world outside.

>>7049636
tfw emotionless robot

>>7045390
>I can feel every grain of sand beneath me, count them all one by one.

oh dear

>>7049644
That doesn't seem like a very pleasant feel.

Mine however, is enough to make me drift off to sleep in the right conditions, I think it's one of the reasons I enjoy shoegaze, noise and drone music, I just love walls of sound with lots of texture and distortion or sometimes just a calming gentle hum.

God I need some MBV and a hug.

>>7045586
>Reading poetry aloud post-coitus

Imagine if you had sex with someone and they did this.

>>7049085
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=561_w4M4Ro4
>tfw growing up in Portland
>hated it
>now live in DC
>I really miss it
gee, thanks anon.

>

>>7045421
god poet everytime I cop something and feel so good, or know I am going shopping soon and feel happy about it i feel like such a shitty person

as a kid i was like "i will never be materialistic and etc etc"

i want to cry

>>7049701
DC blows a tray of ass. In fact, the entire northeast does. West is best, no question.

>>7045423
lol

life is better in a shack

>>7049703
We're all materialists. It's in our nature. Don't feel guilty about it.

>>7049815
also

>implying souls are real

>>7049688
I always read Philip Larkin after a so-so sexual encounter

makes them fuck off

Even now
If my girl with lotus eyes came to me again
Weary with the dear weight of young love,
Again I would give her to these starved twins of arms
And from her mouth drink down the heavy wine,
As a reeling pirate bee in fluttered ease
Steals up the honey from the nenuphar.

Even now
They chatter her weakness through the two bazaars
Who was so strong to love me. And small men
That buy and sell for silver being slaves
Crinkles the fat about their eyes; and yet
No Prince of the Cities of the Sea has taken her,
Leading to his grim bed. Little lonely one,
You cling to me as a garment clings; my girl.

Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I, listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words,
Wanton as water, honied with eagerness.

Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light...

Excerpts from Black Marigolds by Bilhana.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoJWYIHmWNk

The front bottoms are just a comfy band. Their music isn't happy by any means, but it fills me with contentment.
I guess if I were to term their appeal, I would liken it to American Football. They have a very suburban, almost-but-not-quite generic sound, and the lyrics/Brian Sella's voice are what really shine imo.

Also the guys in the band are total bros.

Nothing is required of me. I'm just something, someplace sometime, and that doesn't matter, it doesn't have to matter. I don't need anything, I don't want anything. I'm not doing anything, I'm just here, you know. Really I'm just being carried somewhere, and my surroundings can't seem to stop shifting. My mind is passively wondering, aimlessly wandering, I don't really know where it takes me, and I won't remember.
The sand just trickles down. It's useless to me, I can't do anything with it, why do I have to do something with it? I'm just spilling it until there's nobody to invert the hourglass anymore.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2vtSDSPbFA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrduIntJN10

the comfiest i feel is when i'm with my family and it's winter. we put so much effort into being happy and making sure we're all heard and comfortable and enjoying eachother that no one can do wrong.

we make pies and cinnamon rolls and bread and cake and tea and set the table for a tea time. we sit and read to each other poems that we've always loved like an old friend, or poems we've just met that shyly wander into the room, or new poems we've never met before, who we coax into our lives, we read and write and listen to eachother for hours.

that's comfy to me.

caitrin, liam, jacob, johannah, noah, and our mom.

i'm liam, btw.

>>7049823
They are real, I've seen them with my own eyes.

>>7050305
That sounds amazing ;_;

>>7045284
Ty poet ily

>>7050305
That sounds so lovely. I envy you.
I wish I had a family like that, I wish it so hard.

>>7050698
It's mutual, friend.

AFFLICTION (SCHMERZEN), Mathilde Wesendonck

SUN, THOU WEEPEST EVERY EVENING

UNTIL THY LOVELY EYES ARE RED,

WHEN UNTO THE OCEAN’S MIRROR SINKING,

THOU GOEST TO AN EARLY DEATH;

YET ART THOU ARISEN IN WONTED SPLENDOR,

GLORY STORY OF THE DARKENED WORLD,

NEW AWAKENED, THE MORNING

LIKE A PROUD AND CONQUERING HERO!

AND NOW, SHALL I SAY MY HEART IS SO HEAVY LADEN,

MUST NOT THE SUN ITSELF GO DOWN?

AND DEATH BEGETS LIFE,

SORROWS BRING FORTH BLISS;

O, HOW I THANK THEE, NATURE, WHO HAST GIVEN

SUCH AFFLICTION UNTO ME.

I don't know what it is, but I just love the dim orange color of new york city street lights. I'm also very fond of slightly cloudy days.

Any situation where it's very dark but not pitch black. The oddest bit is how I have had frequent nightmares all my life but I still find myself sitting or pacing in the dark very often.

That's another thing that just comforts me a whole lot: pacing. It's almost automatic for me, just pacing about whenever I start thinking. I literally stood up and paced like 3 times while writing this post and I'm about to do it again.

My apartment is about level with the street lights, so my living room is full of their orange glow and it's just enough for the room to not be pitch black. Pacing about the living room in the dark is how I spend a lot of nights.

Comfort's an odd thing to me, since it's not something that particularly makes me happy or anything. It's just a sort of weird satisfaction, like this is where I fit in. This is my place, even if it's not the place I've been happiest in or place that has brought me the best moments of my life. I guess maybe that's why I feel comfortable in the dark despite it's association with my nightmares.

It would otherwise be a cold night, but it is our first true night with each other. We'd been together for a little while, but we are young, new, and things came slowly, chaste for the both of us. It is our ball, a dance, and partnered not with each other we elope to the deserted stands behind the building - seeking refuge from the watchful eyes of parents and our schoolmates. Others will come out soon, seeking their own distractions, but for now there are no others so we climb to the top of the stands and together gaze out at the racetrack below; ghost-lit in pale lights. We sink down together, facing away from the course, and she rests her head upon my chest.

Before now I have thought blue was my favourite, but after tonight, after her, it will always be Red. She is a force of perfection in her dress, pale skin lit only by reflection and her dark hair flowing and pooling in reflection, soft and sweet against my breath, and I am somehow frenzied and yet still all at once. We hold each other, saying nothing. I think to give her my jacket, I think it might be cold but she is pure warmth and I need nothing else. Her heartbeat reverberates through my chest and in my body, mine echoes back into her. Our breathing slows and quickens, perfect unison.

Our embrace lasts forever, or a few hours... saying little, enthralled and enchanted in each other's body, each other's presence. Complete and utter.

>>7051992

It is the last day of a weekend away, a summer 'getaway' camp ostensibly to prepare us for the arduous year ahead - a year that will be our last at school, and one which we are told will define our lives for the foreseeable future.

We are in a field, three days worth of grown grass on the ground and pollen in the air. I sit propped against a tree and she almost crosslegged in front of me, her head leaning back against my shoulder and my chin on hers, half pressed into her hair and my legs splayed to either side of her.

Before us, a short distance away, a few mutual friends have gathered - more hers than mine, as was always the case. Still, for now we have been forgotten, sinking into the background in our contentment.

Slowly, she grasps my hands and moves them to her own will - one slipping beneath the hem of her hoodie to rest upon her gentle stomach, the other more tentatively down to ankle and then trailing up her leg to the soft, bared skin that awaits me at her thigh.
I can barely believe it, and I can hear - can /feel/ - her heartbeat pounding through our joined bodies, but her her breath and her hands are soft and steady as she presses us more closely together.

I've always found 60s to 90s mountaineering stuff really comforting, especially stuff like Patagonia and earlier North Face, it's nice to see companies like White Mountaineering, Beams Plus, Nanamica x The North Face, Mountain Research and other labels reinterpreting that.

like op, these too have something in them that utterly irradiates every nostalgic bone of my body

nothing is more cozy than these retro landscapes

>>7052067
i could immerse myself in these for days in a vain attempt to reenter my moms bagina and snuggle up in that womb, just for them feelz

>>7052071
where my cozy niggas at?

the water is alive etc etc

>>7052039
It is night, and I lie sprawled on the floor of her darkened bedroom, hot from her and from the air trapped by her closed door. I have reluctantly retreated to my makeshift nest of sleeping bags, pillows and blankets on the floor beside her bed; my price for being allowed to sleep in her room at all - it would be unthinkable for her parents to wake and find we had slept in the same bed, after all.

Spent, wearing little, we are mirrors of one another - she curled on the bed, I on the floor, mobiles quiet beside us as always; both a link between us and our own eternal nighttime companions. Perhaps contemplative, she wished to be left for a short while - my mind a haze of content thoughts, I do not think of what diversion she is finding.

Quickly, though, she leans down to me and asks me to join her once more - sheets rustle, and I envelop her. Sleepy, she asks me to stay there... things have been troubled, she has been troubled, but for now, for tonight, she wishes to sleep with my arms around her.

damn poet. Youre deep today

>>7052121

It is summer again, and we drive together along deserted country roads, getting lost and finding our way again. We are no longer together, but we are still in each other's company, and for me - comparing the alternative - it is enough; as wonderful to be in her presence as ever. We outrun a bushfire without even being properly aware of its presence, sing with songs on the radio (it's a classic hits station, and the few words we don't know don't matter) and tease each other - or what we can reach, with the little we are wearing and her driving.

We are celebrating our last few days close to each other before I leave for a month, a family holiday - a yearly tradition, but this year I am saddened... she will not come, cannot come, the first time in what seems almost an age. Do not worry, she promises me, there is plenty of time left in summer, plenty of time left for us to spend together when you return.
We pass a well-kept but apparently unused shack overlooking a valley of farmer's fields, nobody working. Soon, I promise her, soon when I drive - I'll take you back to this place, so we can share drinks and bask in each other. She laughs; soon.

She calls me at New Years', I at my home and she at hers. I am surprised, she could call anyone - or no-one - and still she chose to call me. Fire blooms and sparks in the sky over my head, a technically illegal tradition carried out with glee, and I exclaim to her - oh, if she was there with me to see it. She giggles, it is the same at her house - there is fire over her head too, silly. Wish that I could be there with her to witness it.

Again she promises me summer, after I return, and I gaze up at the fireworks still going off in the night sky - embers and smoke drifting down, lit by explosions of colour above them.

>>7052293
I really dog that pic but in real life I like walking over the williamsburg bridge better. The art on there always changes every time I'm there so it's cool to see what's been put up

I love sitting in my rowboat fishing when I go with my family to the cabin in Oregon the smell of fresh air and the rhythmic rocking of the waves is the most comforting feeling I know
pic related its my lake taken in my rowboat

we amble down the golf course that is her back yard, quickly, but without any urgency. the thought that we could be caught spurs us but we're not worried. i hold the icicle of her right hand in mine, 6 pack in the other, and stride forward. we don't kill the silence we've been feeding as we approach a sprinkler, we both know our fate, and we succumb to it happily. we make it into the center of its whirling spray before she stops me and hugs me, forcing her entire body into mine, ramming her heart into my stomach.
she says "thank you" and disengages
she turns around as the full moon catches a specifically wild bit of water and we see our first night rainbow. it's silver and elusive and knows we're watching so it springs through the air, away from us forever.

>>7052522
we've made it to the bottom of the hill, the 14th hole's green, and we're sitting next to each other. i can feel her breath in the air, i can sense her tense hand moving towards mine. i move the beer forward and she opens one, as do i.
we drink until they're gone, i recite her poetry and sonnets and raps and verses and passages i've memorized, she listens and drinks and laughs and questions.
before long we're kissing, rolling on the green. she on me as she nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck and sshh's me into silence.
we lay there for as long as she wished to (a minute, a day, forever, it passed instantly.)
we arrived back at her house without noticing the distance.
we go to her room and she talks about the fall, when she leaves, what we'll do, how we'll handle it, i don't respond. i say nothing.
i ask her if she's heard Kveikur, since it comes out the next day. she hasn't.
i put it on and she crawls into my arms on her bed.
"we really need to talk about those things."
"sshh"

>>7045284

who's ready for a 200 pic dumb of premium autumn pics?

>>7052542
if you want to post some pics and stories, that'd be great.

but please try not to clog the thread and make it unpostable for other people.

>>7045554

>tfw you dont understand a single lyric and its still the best music you've ever heard

listen to homesick by ryan kickland if you like bon iver

also vernon (bon iver) is doing a new project called volcano choir, listen to comrade, its a great song.

>>7050897
That sounds comfy as fuck, I love the street lights where I live too.

One time it snowed heavily where I am when I was I'm high school. The school was closed and I played in the snow all day with my brother, coming inside at regular intervals for hot chocolate. It wasn't really snowing throughout the day but in the evening it picked up. It was dark by then, and my mother was shouting for us to come in, and my brother did so. I however, while walking back up to our house, was captivated by the way the huge beautiful snowflakes were drifting all around the street lamps, picked up in the wind. I sat down in the middle of the road and took in the sight for a while before I got too cold and had to go inside.

Just the sight of the snow in the glow of street lamps makes me feel cosy as all hell.

I think that childhood experiences are mostly the things that dictate what we find comfy.

>>7052554

I'm not going to post at all, dont have time to type in captchas all day.

I will link to an old thread of mine though that had this exact theme and was pretty big.

http://archive.heinessen.com/fit/thread/22664281

Huddled up under a blanket, reading the paper. Cup of cinnamon tea, with this on. Bliss.

http://youtu.be/PGSzeHKgHfI

few things are more comforting to me than a hug from my mom

she tells me that when i was younger, like 2 or 3 years old, and she sat me in her lap, she would put her chin on the top of my head and hug me, and feel my curls and it would tickle her and apparently i loved it, cause i love my mom and her hugs are amazing.

now i'm 19, and 6'1", and she's 51, and 5'3".
and when i hug her, i put my chin on the top of her head, just like she did for me.

my mom is the greatest woman in the world.

>>7052579
>typical tumblr girl post

>>7052592
that's cool but watch out for girlfriends that resemble ur mom too much

I been there.

>>7052600
spill

>>7052594
No shame in that.

>>7052605
fffuck ing hoiopie homo

gb2 wood stock

fafgiufiuggffafagfdgfgfagpoir38r3r

>>7052594
tumblr girls know how to be comfy dude. seriously. they're like master comfy race.

>>7052600
my current girlfriend is 5'1 and a writer just like my mom.
it's weird.

>>7052594
Well then tumblr knows what's what.
This time.

>>7052610
It's just that I hold the relationship between my parents at a really high standard and I once met this girl that wort of resembled my mom in looks(type, more or less) and general demeanor. Also met her in a very similar fashion my parents met each other.

When she asked me "Why do you like me?" one time, I realized that I had not really liked HER as much, but that I had just projected an image of my mom on her, just trying to get the same shit my dad had.

what followed was half a year of meh and confusion

>>7052630
I IAHVE NOG GIRLFIERND

>>7052637
don't worry, things have a way of sorting themselves out

>>7052630
yeah i get that. i try to avoid that with my current gf. she's great, but she's not the type of person i'll ever fall in love with.

is it wrong to date someone knowing that they could love you, but you could never love them?

>>7052630
You blew it for no reason then; it's fairly common for a dude to end up with a girl that has a number of traits similar to his mother. The same is true for women ending up with guys who resemble their fathers (which is why crazy sluts often have daddy issues)

>>7052644
when?

im tired of waiting and i cant see things changing any time soon

>>7052662
Yes, I thought about that as well, but she's on the other side of the earth now, wouldn't have worked anyway.
Most of my ramblings are just rationalizations I guess, seeking out a mate that resembles your caretaker does make sense if you think about it.
Should be perfectly normal. yeahhhh

>>7052674
stay open to new things and just work on things you enjoy
Everything else will fall into place.

You probably still haven't lived a quarter of your life yet

Life is a marathon, not a sprint

>>7049358
>>7049411
great post mate

>>7052067
have that in a larger resolution. I know how you feel, wish I knew the source for these.
>>7052085
I've always liked the quality sound takes on when you're completely immersed. Snorkling, even in some man-made pool with company, is incredible to me. I become solitary. Conversation and background noise blur away, diffused by ripples, and I'm left alone to my own echoing brainspace. Everything is slowed down, and nothing is urgent. Occasionally a thought floats through, but even those are slowed by the gentle resistance of water. If I stick close to the surface, I can hear myself breathing. Being reminded of such a basic bodily function is really soothing.

If by Rudyard Kipling and the album Explosions in the Sky - The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

>>7053376
Love that underwater distortion of sound and light.

>>7049092
poet is the best poster 4chan has had in years

>>7050719
i'm not that guy but i feel for you bro. my mum, dad and sister are amazing. i really love the fact that we have such a close family.
going home for christmas to my home city after months and months and getting to sit in front of the fire with them, wrapped up, playing rummikub or something idk. it's just bliss

I was high on drugs at midnight, lying on a mattress at my friends apartment on the 10th floor. My friend was already asleep after wishing me good night, which made me stupidly happy. I live in the countryside, so the day I spent in the capital with my friend felt unreal. I kept going trough all the exciting things we had done that day in my head. I was very happy. The city was still awake even though I was slowly drifting to sleep. It was a cool summer night so we had the balcony door open. I could hear the sound of cars passing by the building. They sounded like some future aircrafts, making their way to other planets or even galaxies. I was in space.

She always wants more, I would swear on it. As I bathe and wash away her scent i can't help but feel sadness. I know that nothing can last forever but the emotionless embrace we share as I head out the door seems far too short. No matter how close we get, we remain distant.
Again, I wander the streets, smoke pouring through my teeth. The price I pay for that slight nicotine high increases slighty with each cigarette. Yet though I posses a mind constantly distracted, my demeanor stays clear. Inspired, the people watch me walk tall and proud, unique yet classic, for they have been educated.

As I lay down, my head in her lap, I feel made right now. The mission is over, she is my main and she is my center. Slowly I drift asleep, but ill awaken soon to begin the cycle again. She twists my hair into braids in a zen like state.

Whether I earn it or steal it, there is more to be obtained. I will go after it, for all it takes but never will you see a drop of sweat fall from my back.

Because its just another day in the life of a mack.

rainymood.com

tea and dark chocolate

anime

>>7045554
man this is a good thread

>>7053633
>>7053658
Man, these photos are so comfy. They make me want to go camping with friends.

Too bad I have no friends at all. Fuck me.

>the smell of just washed bedsheets

>>7045542
>being this beta

>tfw you are at the airport, flying united airlines, so obviously the plane is delayed 2 hours

I wish I was comfy

>>7053719
Poets a nice person, so it makes people more apt to share things with him.

>tfw haven't been comfy in a while

waiting for the comfy to come back rn

>>7053668
>anime

Back when I was a bike courier I remember riding home early one evening from work on a small bike path (it's nice to not commute home in traffic after negotiating busy intersections all day) in a large park during the fall. Fall colors everywhere, grey sky, dayvan cowboy by Boards of Canada comes on my ipod and a quaint surge of euphoria (yeah i said it) rushes over me. When I got home I made some warm food and smoked a joint.

This song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVMXZ5CbUK4
also the swiss alps

>>7053810
> making fun of people who watch anime
> on a chan imageboard
wtf

So called "ASMR" or "brain tingles" does it for me. These videos don't exactly do it but they get kinda' close:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tlWEYNuxAo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4YQ2GyaE9w

this thread made me really happy :) thanks guys. I hope you all have a great weekend. you're all wonderful, attractive people

jesus christ some of this shit is awful

I hope none of you ever write a book nor attempt to

>>7053853

also these:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXfppYvlrNg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT4fxsWMIqM

I don't know how or why this shit works, it just sort of does

Socks. Nice, comfy socks

>>7053826
how do you get a job as a bike courier? i've always wanted to do that.

>>7053925
apply

>>7053928
shit nigga I always listened to BoC when I rode my bike. Its one of those things that worked really well together

Like listening to Sung Tongs on a rainy day

When it would otherwise be too cold outside for no jacket but the sun keeps you warm enough to go without

:3

>>7045296

I love the really torrential downpours, particularly when there is little wind but thunder and lightning.
then the way the air feels afterwards, so crisp.

Also video related is something I really like;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEAPCm4WIt4

>>7049591
>>7049604
>>7049597
>>7049615

and this kind of shit makes me chuckle and in a way i feel comfy

>>7053739
>tfw it's been a while since poet stoped responding to fellow anons
>tfw it's only a matter of time when he stops posting at all

my dogs

what the fuck am I reading

>>7053794
I bet my ass that these are a bitch to break in. And until then your feet will be covered in blisters and blood, and you will at times feel like you have to walk in spiked cages instead of boots. No comfort for me in that.

>chopping up the christmas tree, burning it, and watching the needles explode with my little brother

>watching the sun set from on top of a power line

>standing in front of the ovens at my bakery, and realizing there's a hurricane outside the window

>>7054091

you're not, you died in the 20's

I keep a picture of my parents pinned on the notice-board above my computer desk that I'm writing from right now. My dad is wearing an awfully fitting 80s style double breasted suit with Doc Martins. My mum is dressed like a sylvanian family doll with a strict beige and white outfit patterned with polka dots and carnations. It's the day of my aunt and uncle's wedding nearly a half-decade before I was born. My parents are standing in the church grounds and as you'd expect for an English wedding the sky is dreary and overcast. My parents are clasping each other's hands really tightly and they look so uncomfortable with the world around them yet so at peace with each other.

I guess what comforts me so much about the picture is that it serves for me a reminder that all I really need is to find myself a niche in life that I can share unconditionally with someone I truly feel for.

>>7053668
>rainymood.com
euphoric

>>7053945
This reminds of the scene from Contact. Beautiful.

>>7054217
>implying the sound of rain isn't comfy as fuck
>implying you aren't a basic bitch who doesn't even comfy

>coming home the in the morning after a big night out
Seriously, few better feels then crashing at a mates house after some random house party, then bussing it home in the late morning.
feeling groggy as fuck, but with always higher self esteem and an aura of content.
bonus points if its cloudy/drizzly

Walking around Stockholm (my hometown) at christmas.

>>7045368
How did you lose those freedoms?

>>7054914
damn seems awesome

Sitting behind the ´puter after finally catching up with studying. It´s cold and I have a blanket on top of me, watching Josh T. Pearson walking the streets of Paris in a golden light playing some beautiful songs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=907ye_fnjW8

>>7050897
Damn I love those orange lights so much, I actually took my camera with me when I went out a few times specifically to shoot these pictures.
I live in a small town (can almost call it a village) and there's a town that's just a bit bigger 7 Km away and I always meet up with my friends there in a little cafe to get drunk and just wander the streets thereafter.
When we're done I've got a bike ride ahead of me that usually takes 20 minutes.
I put on some comfortable music and I start cycling really slowly. I see the orange lights through the trees and I just need to photograph it.
After about an hour I come home again. I hang my coat up on the rack and I tip-toe to my bedroom and fall asleep in the most comfortable semi-drunken haze. A warm blanket and a gently rocking bed are the last things I will feel that day.

They're replacing some of the lights with very bright white light or some sort of greenish hue, I actually teared up the first time I saw it happen. The white light feels safer, but the romanticism is gone.

>>7054966

I got a special kind of literature that comforts me in dark times. I know this ain't lit, but maybe some of you could give me pointers.

I like stories of lowlifes, addicts, pushers, describing in a funny and sophisticated way the terrible and dark lives they are living.
A good example of this is Charles Bukowski. His books are fun to read, and everytime I do I feel like I could sink a little lower and still not feel the need to kill myself.

Does anyone know any books like that, especially drug-related? Don'r care whether fiction or not.

>>7054982
irvine welsh?

http://vimeo.com/74682658

>>7055046
already read :(

>>7054982
Ask the Dust by John Fante is in that style and is fantastic.

For drug-related similar stuff, there's always burroughs,

>>7055159
thanks. just got it, gonna take a look into it in the evening.

>>7045284
playing games watching movies working and reading to escape reality

>>7050075
Thanks for this man, I'm really digging this.

Just bumping so I can reply to a few anons later on.

comfy is sitting at my computer with these cats on my lap, purring for hours.

>>7057615

They hate you with every inch of their being

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2448932/Want-cat-affection-DONT-stroke-Our-feline-friends-stressed-touched.html

>>7057724
>implying this is even slightly true
lol

i live with both of those cats and the white one will literally force me to pet her

she will sit on my lap and bite my hand until i pet her, at which time she'll purr and lay down.

>>7045609
poet looks so goofy on this pic. like if he was cosplaying or something.
his lunarcore fits, though, look natural

>>7057724
>the daily mail

>>7057724
http://vocaroo.com/i/s04LKk97iFJv

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qceAYSd8Bws

I found myself on the familiar sidewalk near my apartment. The street lamps gave off a faded orange that made me feel safe. I could see the rustling leaves of trees far out in the distance and under the dark blue sky they looked surreal. It seemed unatural to me that I could be so connected to what I thought was nature in the urban jungle I lived in.


this all i have for now :(
poet tell me how you feel about this

>>7057659
the left one's eyes. goddamn.

>>7058242
>>7054966
>>7052563
>>7050897
>All dis love for street lights
Mah niggas.

I live in a small town in the mountains, so the air quality is good and there's hardly any light pollution. Every time I'm outside on a clear night and I look up, I'm blown away by how many stars there are. The longer I look, more and more layers show themselves. I've spent hours at a time doing nothing but looking up. Everything else just seems to fade away into unimportance, and there's just me and the sky.

>>7058345
OH SHIT - BATTLE OF THE COMFY
THE AWE-INSPIRING NIGHT SKY?
OR THE BEAUTIFUL STREET LIGHTS?

THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE
(due to light pollution caused by urbanisation)

ROUND ONE
FIGHT!

Stars are prettier bitch nigga

>>7058371
I AM THE ANNOUNCER AND THERFORE MUST BE IMPARTIAL.

HOWEVER

YOU GOT SHIT TASTE SON.

Say that to my face not online motherfucker and see what happens

>>7058402
WHERE YOU LIVE NIGGA I'LL MAKE YOU SEE ALL THE STARS YOU WANT BRUH

>>7058404
why is this so funny LOL made me lol

>>7058408
Thank you for saying so, I thought it was really good and was going to be disappointed if nobody liked it.

Oh god I'm so insecure it's just a fucking 4chan post.

this song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gww3ADVx1Iw

the first time I slept together with my first girlfriend

and I'm not talking about sex, literally just sleep.

it was perfect, everything felt possible in that moment

>>7059120
i hope to know this feel soon
uuuuuuuuu

>>7059120
>>7059125
fuck

;_;

i want a gf
pls God

>>7045391
awe

pantheism

Incandescent lights and snow mixed together.

>>7059120
This, except just sleeping with her in general. Don't know why, I just get comfy and everything in bed if she's with me, just cuddling.

>>7045284
public transportation in japan, whilst starring out into the cityscape on a rainy day

hanging out in dark public places with a firearm nearby for saftey ( i sometimes sneak into closed parks at midnight and just hangout and feed the few ducks that are awake with my leftovers from dinner)

aquascaping, just sitting there and caring for an underwater garden is actually pretty amazing

sleeping in the room with my chowchow on the foot of the bed

>>7059246
Do you live in Japan or just visited? How was it living there? With the amount of people and the small amount of land available, I figured everything would be really tight.

I'd like to go there someday, just to see it. Not sure if I'd ever be able to afford it, not to mention I don't know any japanese.

>>7059260
visited everyyear for roughly 22years of my life

some times twice a year.

---

the housing is tight, but my grand mother bought a house way back in the late 40's following wwII and it's pretty big.

most people live in "mansions" though, real digitally equipped/optimized apartments, heated floors, personal air cons, tankless water heaters etc

It's hard to say, but Japanese people seem nicer (probably because the US is the most racist nation in the world, and i am not white i am half asian). however, i am still treated as an 'american' japan and mexico are the only places in the world where i have been called american

to be considered American in the US you have to be white.

which is weird, if i could i would cut all ties with the nation.

but anyways, beautiful landscapes, beautiful buildings, amazing service, people have manners. it's actually really hard to get into a fist fight in japan.

like even if you start swinging at yakuza, they'red ask you what was wrong and if you needed help (as long as you weren't a rival gang member)

>>7045542
>>7058242
Guys, I really want to reply to these posts but I just can't access those emotions right now. I haven't been able to for a day or so now. I'm sorry.

Skyscrapers, rooftops, and music.
I don't know I just listening to music outside in a city full of people and I'm alone just walking. I love seeing the buldings. Makes me feel good. Would be nice if I know a rooftop with a good view.

>>7045542
>>7058242
Guys, I really want to reply to these posts but I just can't access those emotions right now. I haven't been able to for a day or so now. I'm sorry.

>>7059120
>tfw no gf/bf
>>7059212
Mah fucking nigga. Should have taken a picture of what I saw in my post, it might not look like that ever again here.

Took this, but it's shitty and nowhere near as pretty as it would be in the snow.

>>7059212
Snow/winter in general is GOAT.
Waiting on the train huddling together near the warmth-poles, complaining about how your 30 minute journey is already taking 2 hours.
Feeling miserable but connected.

>>7049636
I get the same feeling from the hum of car tires on a highway. When I don't have to drive, it is the most comforting sensation and just makes me want to fall asleep.

>>7050719
The real cold of winter and plenty of snow will bring people together in shared spaces. I spent a week with my family at our old farm house up here in Finland, and we didn't have any electricity or internet connection for about two weeks. We heated everything with wood, used traditional cooking ovens to bake, and spent hours a day outside skiing and playing in the snow. When you're part of a 6-person family, the fun never stops. I'm grateful for my family and their ability to coexist.