175. My family.
I love my family. The crazy, lovable, cool people who make up.my family. The ones who drive me up the wall and back down it again. I love my family. All of them. They’ve all their own issues and quirks. Some of them are more balanced then others. They all love. They all dream. They all hope. They’re all full of life and laughter.
Those who wake me up
With noises in the night
Those who picked me up
When I fell down
Those who raced up the mountains with me
Those who made midnight feasts
Making sure to get up when everyone was asleep
Those who’d play in the garden all day
Those who broke the couch through the airplanes and forts we’d build
Those with whom I spent my life with laughter, tears and play
Those who made me cry and scream more than anyone else could
Those who protected me when others wanted to attack (that was only for them)
Those who over the years I’ve slowly gotten to know
If I weren’t falling asleep and doing this on my phone and forgetting what on earth I’ve written I’d continue this. I’m lucky to have my family. I’m lucky to have loads fun memories of a whole back and of today with them. With those who don’t know boundaries and are manipulative. With those who are somehow balanced and stable. With those who I spent more time with and with those I spent less time. My family.
175. My family. I wouldn’t want them to hurt because of me. Though this reason to live isn’t about not hurting them but about loving them.
Love, light and glitter