I vaguely remember these, but not the purpose behind my feet being in the majority of them. I also remember Sebastian teaching me how to dance the merengue.
My sister and my niece. My two favourite people in the entire world.

Andrew:

I just always think the worst ideas are good ones when I'm drunk.

Andrew:

Like, "Hey, let's spend all this money and not save any of it and then have absolutely nothing to show for all that hard work."

Kyle:

Oh I get that.

Kyle:

"Let's get drunk and make bad decisions!"

Kyle:

"Let's spend $40 and cab to Doon and start a fire."

Kyle:

"Who has a lighter?" Nobody has a god damn lighter.
Andrew: What’s up for Easter weekend?
Me: Abandoned by the famjam.
Andrew: Perfect, that means you can be at my house at 9:30am to come hang with mine in Wainfleet.

I love this family. I love Phil’s horrible collective 4 hours of driving. I love giant dinners and napping in churches and awkward jokes and grandmothers and realizing that crazy families are everywhere. My friends are the best.
7th Apr 201220:491 note
I love being an auntie.

I thought I had forgotten completely about you, and what came was the excruciating equivalence of a freight train destined to collide with the center of my core.
His touch is warm, like soft velvet and he lets out the gentle whisper of a feline purr. I’m lost in this for a moment; my mind stays hooked to these caresses my body hasn’t felt in so long - but only for a moment.
Get up. Get out. Just suck suck suck suck back that blazing fire and take a breather.
And there it is, I can see what is happening now clear as the new day after a storm.
The impact from the collision takes the breath right from my lungs as if it wasn’t mine to have. I’m trapped in place, my feet are pinned to the ground and I lean against the fence for support.
I beg and grovel to push your face from my mind, you were the purpose behind my wants and needs and everything I’ll always be and now I’m nothing but empty hands and a nicotine fiend.
But I stand up, just like I always do.