This is my form of procrastination, don’t judge me.
These crazy kids, if you can’t tell, are my family. Obvs., the pictures are old BUT WHATEVER. My family means literally everything to me. Yeah, every so often I’ll rant about them, but when it comes down to it, I love them more than anything in this world. Especially my siblings. My little brother…well, shit. He’s just my everything. He motivates me every single day, with his random texts, and the fact that he has so much happiness despite certain situations he has faced. And he’s the smartest kid I know. Seriously, what ten year old has already invested in Apple and managed to sell his stock for triple what he bought it for. (Yeah, he did that. Fucking crazy.) And what kid already knows he wants to be an architectural engineer (HIS WORDS PEOPLE, HIS WORDS). My sister? She’s not just my older sister, she’s my best friend and my role model. She’s everything I aspire to be. Not just academic wise (though, fuck I’d love to be on her level for that), but morally wise, and just a human being-wise. She’s the most loving person I know, and she’s got a good-ass head on her shoulders. And she’s fucking accomplished so much. I owe everything to her (not to mention, she’s the first one in my family to accept my sexuality, what up). And my parental units? They’re awesome. And so cute together. And so inspiring. The stories they tell me from when they were in Colombia and how they made their way here just awe me. Plus, they’ve been married for 30something odd years now and they’re still as much in love as they were back then. (You should hear the way my dad talks about my mom, it’s fucking cute as shit.) We’ve had our rough times, but in the end these people are what matters.
Also, can we acknowledge the fact that all the pictures of me on my mom’s facebook are nasty as fuck? Yep, thanks mom. Love you too.
Sidenote: 24 HOURS UNTIL I GET TO CURL UP IN MY LITTLE BROTHERS BED.