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I'm a sloucher, sort of, when nobody's looking.
I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.
The kind of people who spend their lives as permanent guests on a futon are not the kind of people you want to know.
I'm a stand up comic and I always sit and slouch, and I got my girlfriend pregnant on my sterile uncles pull-out couch.
A gray leather couch was against the wall. Above it was a giant framed photo of One Direction.
On weekends, I sit in a lounge chair on my balcony. I love to be outside when the weather's right. I can stay there pretty much all day.
The painter's instrument
is his armchair.
have a bunkhouse, but this was the most comfortably close to such a thing since the
I like Church furniture.
That's what sofas are for: sit down, drink a cup of tea, talk of literature. At least that's how I see it.
stark white end chairs and a sofa.
I swear, you would play the coquette with a well-upholstered sofa."
"First, I would not. And second, how handsome is this sofa?
I'm a guy that likes to sit in one place.
I don't want to sit until I'm 90 with people running around after me. I'm not one for sitting on the couch.
I'm kind of a homebody.
When I'm on the couch, I usually have the TV on and my MacBook Air nearby. And sometimes, when my ADD is really kicking in, I have my iPad too. And my iPhone. And a magazine that I haven't gotten to. And a book under the pillow to my left.
I'm only sleeping on your couch because my boyfriend of two years decided it would be fun to screw my roommate and I really didn't want to stick around to watch.
You may marry the man of your dreams, ladies, but fourteen years later you're married to a couch that burps.
I'm an absolute clean freak. I'll go to my friends' houses and even start cleaning. I'm such a granny at heart. My couch is my best friend.
Of what good is an armchair of velvet when the rest of the environment does not match? It is like a man going around naked and wearing a three-cornered hat.
ends up sleeping in your bed.
The house is a machine for living in.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
Girl, you got a couch and a bed. You don't even have a TV. You gotta step this shit up.
I know people who have been without a home for ages, and lots of my friends are sofa surfing because they are in between jobs or saving for degrees and other studies - paying £500 rent every month is just not feasible for them.
A collection of chairs seems to show someone that is used to resting while others get the work done. I have no use for finely crafted furniture.
A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.
If clothes look like a couch or an ottoman or a love seat, you just wanna stay away from it.
I just enjoy lying on the couch and reading a magazine.
I'm an armchair kind of guy, especially when it's raining, which it always is and always will be.
A guest of one's time and not a member of the household.
alcoves, and once or twice he sat down
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
Comatose, Pa's wife, the slobstress, buried an armchair beneath her bulk.
Room service. You like me fluff pillow?
The difference for me is I just don't sleep on friends' couches anymore.
well-worn Victorian settee covered in burgundy sateen,
Sitting on a sofa that smelled like an earlier era
Dormer by name, Dormer by nature: I love to sleep.
Ahhh. Bed, book, kitten, sandwich. All one needed in life, really.
It's true that I'm not cozy. I'm more reserved.
I wouldn't want to be someone's roommate, that's for sure. You can't do certain things: you can't leave the bathroom door open ... you can't put your feet on the couch, you can't hide stuff in the couch.
What I really am is a homebody. I was a homebody even before I had a family. My days are filled with home stuff.
What is a cozy home? Where you enter and you feel the radiance of your divine self.
My furniture is an exercise in architecture or architectural mood.
I situate myself, and seat myself,
And where you recline I shall recline,
For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me.
I loaf and curl up my tail
I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch.
(From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP)
cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend
It was a room-shaped room with furniture-shaped furniture, and dainty curtains.
Modern Furniture for Modern Homes
Nessus sprawled bonelessly in his couch. He looked ridiculously, ludicrously comfortable.
By the way, food and rent aren't the only things around here that cost money. You sleep on the couch.
sleeping sprawled out on the bed
Mistress: Something between a mister and a mattress.
There was another occupant of the living-room, curled up on a couch, who must not be overlooked, since he was a creature of marked individuality, and, moreover, had the distinction of being the only living thing whom Susan really hated.
It is a shocking trick for a young person to be always lolling upon a sofa.
I don't need anything to live, to be honest. Give me a mattress or a futon on the floor and I'll be the happiest camper.
I've always been a homemaker, like, I like creating spaces. Even if I stay in a hotel, I'll unpack, I'll put my books out, I'll put my camera out, I'll throw a sweater over the lamp to get better light. I am a homemaker.
I have a cat, the pet that ranks just above a throw pillow in terms of required responsibility.
Charles sat in lone splendor on a huge couch in the middle of Angus's spacious living room
while the other ten or twelve people present made themselves at home on the other side of the room.
Anna surveyed the scene. "Okay," she said. "Who's been being a grouch?
I was too old-fashioned male-chauv to allow that; we discussed for a minute and I wound up with the couch
proudly living in a refrigerator-sized apartment with three other students.
I'm feeling very angry right now, because I have only one bed and no couch.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
I'm happy to feed the illusion that I'm a lazy recluse.
I settled opposite him in my favorite chair, low enough that my feet can touch the floor, wide enough to curl up inside, with a little table beside it just big enough to hold a book and a coffee cup.
The couch and I were what I would describe as frenemies. I loved to hate it. It was too small for my frame. I had tried to tell my wife that fact when we bought it off of Craigslist, but she assured me that it went perfectly with our room decor and it was a good deal.
If I had to choose between clothes and furniture, I'd choose furniture.
Domestic interior design is a fraught affair. It makes me hanker for the mild and soothing and tasteless red velvet interiors in which people lived so undiscriminatingly no more than twenty years ago. It was unhygienic, dark, cool, probably stuffed full of dangerous bacteria, and pleasant.
one of the lounge chairs. Serena
...loafing in the easy chair of one's body.
My bedroom is my sanctuary. It's the only place in the house that has a beautiful lush shag rug, which is my favorite.
can rent a bed. It's either
Who doesn't want to be comfortable all day long?
furniture, but all the lights
And someone who is perpetually accidentally hot-gluing herself to the carpet, and who is sort of mentally unstable, but in an "At-least-I-still-remember-how-pants-work" kind of way (cough ... that'd be me).
Dogs: the best friend you will ever have that pees on your couch and stays your friend.
I'm such a girl for the living room. I really like to stay in my nest and not move. I travel in my mind, and that that's a rigorous state of journeying for me. My body isn't that interested in moving from place to place.
Bed is my friend.
I'm a homebody times ten.
Nothing like an orange and olive green-striped couch sitting on orange carpet and surrounded by dark wood paneling to get the inspiration rolling.
I can sit all day in a comfortable chair and watch ball games, but I don't need a blanket.
It's amazing how a bed feels more like a home than any other part of a house.
I love making videos on my couch. You can put those on the Internet fast. I can express myself.
I'm very much a homebody.
A person who is seated instead of standing erect - destinies hang upon such a thing as that.
Yet here she sat on the sofa, working rather than dealing with the subject that seemed to fill the small flat, pressing against the walls, keeping the atmosphere perpetually stiff with tension. Commentators
In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.
I'm just a lazy boy. I'd rather sit in my recliner and act.
room below and a bedchamber above.
Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.
I used to write on a big old couch, but I gave that away. I was wise enough to give it to my son, so if it turns out that the couch was essential to my work, at least the decision to be rid of it is not irreversible.
I am sick of living out of a suitcase.
You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled.
Miss Greene, when I said, "not here" I meant not on the couch.
I don't like sleeping in a bed.
It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.
I should have suspected my husband was lazy. On our wedding day, his mother told me: "I'm not losing a son; I'm gaining a couch."
A bachelor, a studio, those were the names for that kind of apartment. Separate entrance it would say in the ads, and that meant you could have sex, unobserved.
An odd arrangement ... to have a couch facing the bed, and I smile to myself - I've picked on the couch as odd, when really it's the most mundane piece of furniture in the room. - Anastasia seeing the playroom for the first time.
furnished, but by no means decorated,