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A personal list of things that give the 'Home' feeling

Writings

  • Walking Each Other Home from the book The Revolution Will be Hilarious & Other Essays by Adam Michael Krause

  • The Ride Home, a lategame excerpt from the game Omori

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    "One by one, they fell asleep on the car ride home. It was a long day at the beach, after all, and everyone was exhausted. ▢▢▢ was the first to nod off, then the rest. As the sun set over the freeway, ▢'s head accidentally drops onto ▢▢▢▢▢▢'s shoulder. The sudden jolt wakes him, but he doesn't dare open his eyes. He pretends to be asleep and steadies his breathing. He listens to the sound of the road. He feels the soft sun resting on his skin, and the slight tinge of pain on his nose from tomorrow's sunburn. He is happy... very, very happy. And he makes a vow to himself, that no matter what, he will remember this moment forever."

  • Sometimes too much happens to put into words by @dontthinkaboutyourself on TikTok

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    Sometimes too much happens to put into words: I can tell you about my day, or about how last week, a boy I haven't spoken with in years was sprawled atop me on a couch and we couldn't stop laughing. I can tell you that we didn't stop looking into one another's eyes, either, and that I might've been briefly transported back to all those days I spent wanting to kiss him. I can tell you I miss him; I can tell you I miss a lot of people. I can tell you about sharing a bed with my two best friends and how I was a bit crushed between them but I didn't care. About breakfasts in diners, and stolen bits of food, and long car rides. Discovering a song while thinking, quietly and practically instinctively, "I bet they'd like this too."

    I can also tell you I wish you were there for it. For speeding down highways, for warm bodies beside your own. For laughter, louder and sweeter than it's ever sounded. But that might be a lie. I wish you were there for it. I also don't at all. I don't necessarily know who I'm talking to. I don't know why I have to share these things with you. Maybe it's to make myself feel better—like if I do, this will all stay real and solid and be something I can go back to, when everything feels much worse than it does right now.
    I don't remember for you. I do it for me—for us. It's for everyone, no one.
    Whatever this is, whoever it's for, I do it anyways.
    Because I care. Isn't that enough?

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