I wonder what it feels like.

Yeah, feels like it. Open it.

That's what it feels like to me.

This must be what happiness feels like.

The third floor. Feels like the fourth.

But I really like it, it feels right.

Today it really feels like summer has ended.

This feels like three letters and a postcard.

It feels like my body is withering and blackening.

This bed feels like a cage. All these bars.

It does feel like something to be wrong it feels like being right.

That's kind of what it feels like. It's pretty amazing.

It feels like I've landed in a colony of angels.

Because for me, it feels like a fertile, creative medium.

This thing feels like a hunk of concrete inside me.

Being alone feels like a problem that needs to be solved.

It feels like it's going to absorb you into another world.

Says she feels like as if it's the end of everything.

Well, it feels like standing with your feet on the ground.

It feels like my appendix. You must get me a doctor.

But as a franchise, it feels like it's running out of time.

Every parent I know, myself included, feels like we're constantly playing defense.

And it's funny it feels a bit like this now for oil.

He wants to know what it feels like to be a firefighter.

Every moment of the day feels like a race against the clock.

It feels like we're all suffering from information overload or data glut.

In the kitchen, the mirrored splashback feels like a window to another room.

Do you know what it feels like to be strangled with bare hands?

I like staying home.

I like my home.

It feels terrible. Regret feels awful.

He feels the tail, and he says, An elephant must be like a snake.

And so it feels like we have to move from this place where we've got these uber exaggerated images into something that feels a little more normal.

Feels so gay, feels so bright

I'd like to go home.

There's no place like home...

I'd like Home and Hearth

There's no place like home.

I'd like to call home.

So it's anti naturalistic really, the up and down movement, but it feels like breath.

You know this, if you're doing something you love, an hour feels like five minutes.

It feels like we might almost just be built to make errors in certain ways.

And she put her head back and she said, It feels like leaping into heaven.

What on earth have I got hold of? Feels like a tray of squashed bananas.

One cannot contribute unless one feels secure, one feels big, one feels I have enough.