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Lungs, they do not like to be messed with. I give pneumonia one star and that's for the silent p.
Now we do what parents with little kids do. We fall into bed, exhausted, with thoughts of raunchy, hot sex the furthest thing from our minds."
"That'll work. But if you snore, I'm punching you in the nose.
Be able to sneeze without sounding ridiculous. That means neither stifling yourself or spraying your immediate vicinity.
sleeping sprawled out on the bed
A creature cloistered now by deliberate choice and still in the throes of enforced apprenticeship to, rather than voluntary or even acquiescent participation in, breathing
Cuddling was for great aunts and teddy bears. Cuddling gave him cramp.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!
How on earth do you make a pillow hurt, Lynn?
Death by creaming
Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.
The flaming hug attack of doom.
Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. "As Jenks would say, you snore nice."
I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not "I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
I sit, smoking, my head against the cool comfort of the fighter plane's wheel, its wing shielding but never embracing me. I'm a cold nestling tonight.
A matriarch who considers powerful sneezes as noise disruptions worthy of eviction.
Can I even complicate your breathing?
[My father] was generous with his affection, given to great, awkward, engulfing hugs, and I can remember so clearly the smell of his hugs, all starched shirt, tobacco, Old Spice, and Cutty Sark. Sometimes I think I've never been properly hugged since.
Ventilation is the profound secret of existence.
If I see something sagging, bagging or dragging I'll get it nipped, tucked or sucked.
a deep smothering emptiness
The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.
watching the flames twist in the wind.
Buggeration and Fuckery
Her snooch got all warm
I pull her pillow over my face to breathe in her scent. It's torture, it's heaven, and for a moment I contemplate death by suffocation. Get a grip, Grey.
... "shagging" - a quasi-comical activity, like belching or farting, except it was more taboo and more necessary than these.
There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
You can think about gloves. You can think about snuvs. You can think a long time about snuvs and their gloves.
Snuffleupagus was real. No
To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
You snore."
She stopped in the middle of the hallway and gaped. "I do not."
"Oh yeah, you do." He nodded, beaming from ear to ear. "Cute, kind of baby snores, but still snores by standard definition. Maybe that was the problem that broke up you and David. Doctors need their sleep, you know.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Shakin' like a bowl of soup and make your body loop-de-loop.
Hypothermia. That's what they called it. I called it being freaking alive, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
What are you doing here?" I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.
"Protecting you. What does it look like I'm doing?
There's meaning in thy snores.
The body is solid material wrapped around the breath
You want the air
but not the words that come with it:
breathe at your peril.
Breath, Myrnin said. I'm not much for it myself, but I hear it's quite good for humans.
-Myrnin.
Breathing is optional, but I need some air.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
Girls, don't suffocate your father. He's had a long trip." "Don't listen to your mother, just this once. You can suffocate me all you like.
A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.
Boring! I'm laughing on the outside, but snoring on the inside.
Sucking each other off?
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death.
Hygge" is like a good hug - but without the physical contact.
affectionate exasperated breath I knew
I felt tears coming and for some reason, buried my head in Iain's chest. It was firm and muscled and he smelt so wonderful.
I realised what I was doing and pulled away, but a big string of snot hung between my nose and his shirt pocket.
Hookers don't like to snuggle.
Kissing babies and hugging fat girls.
A wall of heat. The furnace had to be turned up almost to eighty,
She wiggled until her nose and mouth found a pocket of air. After a few deep breaths, she realized her precious pocket of air was the crevice between his legs. Wonderful. She was doing heavy breathing on his crotch.
Whining and panting beneath
A sneeze can never be to far away
The muffling blanket would fall over my thoughts.
I am pretty sure that, if you will be quite honest, you will admit that a good rousing sneeze, one that tears open your collar and throws your hair into your eyes, is really one of life's sensational pleasures.
senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
Okay, everyone, now inhale ... and then dehale!
Mr. Snuggles is always the best thing to see when you first wake up.
I just want to breathe
Please don't let us lose this. Breathing
He lowered his lips to hers, snatching the breath from her lungs, the thoughts from her head. There was only the feeling of his kiss, his mouth, his body.
Cane, Laken (2013-08-26). Shiv Crew (Rune Alexander) (p. 274). Laken Cane. Kindle Edition.
The sweetness of doing nothing.
A hug is like a strangle you haven't finished yet.
Warm fuzzies?"
"I don't do warm fuzzies."
Well, we can't win 'em all.
"I do scorching blazes," he muttered under his breath. "That sear you alive.
Mother's electric blanket broke, & I have 'mended' it, so she may be practising suttee involuntarily before long.
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
Breathing in and breathing out, those two things we must never forget about.
How are you feeling?"
"Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater."
-Clary & Simon, pg.297-
When someone falls asleep on your chest, but the one really falling is you.
The inspired and expired air may be sometimes very useful, by condensing and cooling the blood that passeth through the lungs; I hold that the depuration of the blood in that passage, is not only one of the ordinary, but one of the principal uses of respiration.
How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?
...your skin is so tight you can't shut your eyes without opening your mouth.
This mystery of use without consumption, of warmth without combustion, seems like magic, but was merely an ingenious application of the art now happily lost but carried to great perfection by your ancestors, of shifting the burden of one's support on the shoulders of others.
It feels like a door opening, and lungfuls of fresh air rushing in.
Fill your lungs. Beat your heart.
Sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.
The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke ... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.
I can't breathe.
We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629
A death-like sleep,
A gentle wafting to immortal life.
Another term for balloon is bad breath holder.
The breath must be enticed or cajoled, like catching a horse in a field, not by chasing after it, but by standing still with an apple in one's hand.
Her blood-curdling snoring, with its gargling and squawking and its terrifying pauses is like the sound the devil might make if he were alternately relishing and strangling on a pound of human flesh.
Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,
Breathing is the greatest pleasure in life
Thank the gods for crunchy food. "I don't see how we are expected to be confined in this . . ." Chew. Chew. Chew. "The blanket is hardly big enough to cover my . . ." Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
I'm competing, Kennedy," he breathes against my neck. "And I'm going to win."
Zart, Lindy (2014-11-20). Roomies (p. 154). Kindle Edition.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
going to the mattresses
Sometimes it was like a deep ache, the simple act of breathing in and out.
Eric, what are you doing?"
"Snuggling."
"Get out of my bed!"
-Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman
I've always had a fascination with hugging (I'm not really particular about who or what it is I'm embracing as long as there's a "squish" factor).
What the ever-loving fuck was a cuddle puddle?
people excel in the art of hugging. They somehow manage to hug you with their whole being, not just their arms. Their warmth surrounds every inch of you. It makes you feel cherished and comforted. Keller