july 23 dna

Yesterday's post took a lot out of me and I've been feeling the emotional hangover all day. It's weird that this kind of thing (the emotional hangover, I mean) exists, but I'm still grateful for it; if you're going to live the fuck out of your one life or otherwise leave it all on the field, you must know who you are and what you're about. Knowing who you are and what you're about includes knowing what you'll abide and what you won't when it comes to interpersonal relationships. The line between "family member" and "close friend" has never really existed for me. I knew from a young age that my close friends were as as important (to me) as my blood family. I also knew that blood relatives should not automatically receive my love, respect, time, and attention simply because of that blood, but it was a while before my outward actions meshed with this. Family isn't a word, it's a sentence. 🌲 gonna 🌼 go 🌱 touch repost things 🌳 grass on my Tumblr 🌷 now Be good to yourself. If you enjoyed…