#home

A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title? ↗

— Mark Twain

#home #pets

We’re going to find your hobo. We’re going to work hard—work nights. Liv, we’re going to put our balls into it.” She hugged her tightly. “When did we get balls?” Livia loved her ridiculous sister. “Just now. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

You can't go home again ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#inspirational #leaving #loss #return #inspirational

Having books standing on a shelf in a room is like having completely different worlds at the ready, waiting to be explored. ↗

— J.F Hermann

#creativity #dimension #home #imagination #inspiration

I'd be vegetarian if bacon grew on trees ↗

— Matt Groening

#homer-simpson-quotes #humor #humor

And I was even beginning to think home might be with you. ↗

— Ben Sherwood

#love #love

After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her. "Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile. His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart. He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #homeless #love #poughkeepsie #love

I'm good at blowjob. ↗

— Lauren Baker

#erotic #finding-home #funny-humor #sex #funny

Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter, worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome; Plushy and swanky, with posh hanky panky that affluent Yankees can really call home. Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter, a push-button palace, fluorescent repose; Electric devices for facing a crisis with frozen fruit ices and cinema shows. Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter all chromium kitchens and rubber-tiled dorms; With waterproof portals to echo the chortles of weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms. What a great come-to-glory emporium! To enjoy a deluxe moratorium, Where nuclear heat can beguile the elite in a creme-de-la-creme crematorium. ↗

— Yip Harburg

#rich #home

But you don't know what it was like. It was just the two of us that afternoon, and then . . . and then it was just me. ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#home