
This is a picture of my family from when we went on vacation at the end of summer. (clearly my mother's not in it, she's taking the picture) But we're literally at the end of the road to nowhere. everything about this picture screams indie rock bad asses.
I always forget what a beautiful thing it is to spend time with family. The likenesses between my brother and I still astonish me. We were discussing future plans the other night, and the way we could relate to one another was brilliant. Just to catch up with him, and hang out was a joy. And now i am back in my parents house, where they made me dinner and intently asked about my life. all the while my dog panting contently at my side. and i am desperately happy as i fall asleep in front of the tv. Family is something i always find myself taking for granted. But i never feel more understood or accepted as when i am with them.
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that's the truth!
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