#me

It is midnight in the hard part of town. The mask is itching like it always does. The ragged end of my cape is soaking in a puddle of something I don't want to guess about. I'm crouched behind a kicked-in aluminum trash can. It stinks of rotted meat and drunkard's piss - and I feel right at home. (from Nothing to Lose) ↗

— Steve Vernon

#nothing-to-lose #home

Upon walking into Eva's kitchen, something profound happened to Delphine. She experienced a fabulous expansion of being. Light-headed, she felt a swooping sensation and then a quiet, as though she'd settled like a bird. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#home #kitchen #home

Getting ready is that point in the day when the rivalry between the two needs is likely to peak, because we are making transition from being at home and pleasing ourselves (ego) to going out and having to conform to a series of norms an conventions (superego). We become less ego and more superego with each button we fasten ↗

— Robert Rowland Smith

#freud #home

I do not think that when in a hotel you have to feel “at home”, on the contrary, you have to get the feeling that you are definitely elsewhere… ↗

— Aurelio Vazquez Duran

#hotel #home

Di manapun kamu berada. Di situlah hatiku ada. Rumahku itu, kamu. ↗

— Hilda Nurina Sabikah

#home #love #romance #home

The problem with at-home IQ tests is that too many people wouldn't understand the results. Calling customer service is a bad sign. ↗

— Iimani David

#humorous #home

I followed him down the hall and into his room. He closed the door and tossed my dirty clothes into his hamper. “Don’t do that! I’ll take them home and wash them,” I tried to grab for them but Caeden grabbed my hands instead. “It’s fine,” he kissed the side of my mouth while I squirmed in his grasp. “Caeden, your mom doesn’t need to clean my dirty clothes.” “It’s not a problem. Besides,” he said huskily in my ear, “my mom doesn’t do my laundry. I do my own, just like a big boy.” I laughed. “And you know what else?” his lips brushed my ear. “What?” “I even make my own bed. ↗

— Micalea Smeltzer

#home

Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three mostcommon personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#home

Ma maison est dans les yeux d'une femme/ que j'aimerais pour l'éternité ↗

— Syto Cavé

#home

It’s really a whole new feeling when you realize you’re in charge of your life, your thoughts, and your actions—or inaction. ↗

— Kaira Rouda

#home