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Bakanon 10/04/2021 (Mon) 18:57:30 No. 2821
I still sleep with the same blanket that was given to me the day I was born and that I have used all my life to sleep with, and not having it by my side at night causes me great uneasiness and bad sleep. There was a case when I was 16 years old where I wet the bed because I didn't have my blanket with me. This is not so strange, is it? I'm not the only one who feels the need to have a blanket or stuffed animal nearby so I can sleep and be calmer, right?
>>2821 I keep a stuffed bunny rabbit from my childhood at the head of my bed and a statue of Don Quixote perched above my computer monitor, does that count?
>>2821 I have a stuffed fox from my mom. She gave it to me when I was 11 because I was sick. “If you don’t start getting better, mr fox will be sad.” She thought I was too old for that type of thing, but I cherish the hell out of Alfred the Fox. My father also gave me a shirt that he thinks I look better in. It’s white, my favorite color, long sleeves, and from Abercrombie. Wearing this shirt to bed while hugging my fox makes me feel lonely since I didn’t get emotional support like I needed.
>>2825 I guess, but in my case is more like a child who sleeps with his teddy bear, just in adult form. >>2836 >Wearing this shirt to bed while hugging my fox makes me feel lonely since I didn’t get emotional support like I needed. In my case it's the opposite. Having my blanket in my hands and touching it with my face makes the faint but constant voice that reminds me of the times I fucked up become silent, sometimes replacing it with a strange feeling of melancholy.
>>2821 I used to have a pillow that I'd ALWAYS sleep with. I still have the pillowcase neatly folded away in my room's armoire. It's white, with a green band on one end with three dinosaurs stitched into it, all of them herbivores. It smells like the armoire now. I used that pillowcase until I wore through the seams, and even then I kept using it until it split open entirely. I never needed the pillow for a good night's sleep, but if I had the choice I always chose it. Nowadays I don't sleep as well, but that has more to do with my Internet addiction than any sort of attachment to my OG pillowcase.
I slept with multiple stuffed animals in the bed until I was 17, because I love cute stuff, and I can't sleep very good without my arm wrapped around something. I swapped my big bunny out for an extra pillow folded in half, because I needed to keep my arm elevated while recovering from an injury. Nowadays I have the stuffed lion pillow that was a parting gift from my best friend, who moved away when I was 8, (He died just a few years ago. His parents flew back and held the funeral close enough that I could attend.) I keep it underneath my normal pillow; I have the folded pillow to wrap my arm around, even though my injuries have fully healed; my stuffed animals are in a storage bin in my closet, while the big bunny overlooks the room from atop a dresser; and I get to snuggle up with my cats, who I shove the folded pillow aside for.


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