I chose not to associate with my backstabbing evil relatives while I was alive and human, why should I now? Now it would be too tempting to enforce my justice on them, and the problem with that is it would end with murder. That is not who I am. I kill only to eat. Their blood would probably poison me anyways……
Relatives are important the give you stability love support and freindship. they can also be a sourse of much irritation, anoyance pain anger and hate. we cannot choose our relatives which is good because if we did we probably would not pick good ones
Most of his relatives were long dead. His time was running out too. He thought of the sand in the hour glass, the very last of it as it triciked, one grain at a time, into the vortex, or was it into the other half which, if upended, would begin the process all over again, turn and turn about
family grandparents and uncles and aunts and thanksgiving and food. laughing and awkwaard tensions and stories and mishaps confusion and some arguments but mainly just love i guess. for some people. thirty seconds is a lot but relativs are comforting and they are there to fall back on and remind you where you come from and who you are. relatives. relate. you can relate to them. you share something with them. you
I know a lot of people. Some say they are related to me. Just because we share the same DNA doesn’t mean you are related to me. You probably don’t even know me. We do not relate in any way.
Relatives suck, family sucks, and friends suck. They always act like you are so important and mean so much to them. But in all reality they are just as fucking selfish as the next person. Every person in this world cares only about themselves. They will leave you hanging in a heartbeat if it will benefit them. Never trust anybody.
We don’t have the ability to choose our relatives. It is important to keep a healthy distance from them because that keeps the relationship strong. I love my family but when they are too close and around too much it can get very overwhelming and frustrating.. Mutual respect very important and that is how love can truly grow and be felt always . I am very grateful for my relatives.
I love my family they always tease me and make me laugh but then there’s gramma who just wants me to get married and have kids and i’m not ready for that so theres the good and the bad and the run and hide here she comes lol oh well
gramma always used to get mad at us kids, my cousins and i, when we were little. we’d go outside to play, inevitably come out crying, and tattle on each other to her. she’d stop us, sit us all down, and tell us we are family and we don’t fight. rela
I have a very close relationship with my relatives. I adore each and every single one of them. I wish some lived closer to some of them though. Like my grandma and cousins in Kansas.U always have a good time when visiting them.
They help you get through the good and bad. The only people you can really on to tell your deepest darkest secrets. The friends when you have none. Relatives are the people who are always close when you need them.
relatives, everyone has them. annoying, loving, foreign. the relatives who shower you with presents and money like your cute little grandma. then there’s the relatives who continuously cant remember you.
We all have relatives, but how much do you really know about them? What would you do if one day you wake up and they were all gone? Although relatives are not always the most exciting relationships we have, we should really get to know our family. In the end, we are them, and they are us. And we could all learn a little more about ourselves.
I had a dream about relatives last night. It was strange. My mom sent me a picture of my cousin who is about 7 months pregnant. I dreamt about her that night, only she was no longer pregnant, and had already had the baby (or something). The dream was strange because it started out with me recognizing a different cousin, whose face I don’t recognize at all upon waking.
“So,” my boyfriend said nervously, glancing from my mother to my father. He was doing that irritating thing were he taps his foot on the floor and his finger on the table in an mismatched rhythm. My parents smiled pleasantly at him, apparently oblivious to his anxiety (or maybe just revelling in it).
hold you together, pull you apart. the most colourfully wound support net you’ll ever fall into. mom, grandma, great-grandma. like me. try not to be like them. my eyes come from you, my restlessness from you. thank you.
far away from here. though i love them dearly, i like the idea of visiting. thanksgiving. wow! what a great time we had. It was just like old times. it’s been at least 15 years since we last got together like that. I am very thankful.
of all the things I find I can’t relate to regarding my fellow human beings it’s relatives. Everyone talks about their fathers, mothers, aunts and uncles but I don’t get it. It’s as if everyone has some secret relationship knowledge that I don’t and they use it every day to have these productive interactions with their relatives
Relatives are people we are meant to love but don’t always. We can’t choose who our relatives are. Some of them are odd, some of them are rude, some of them we hate.
Family thrown together at a Christmas party, fumbling bodies exchanging awkward greetings mixed with curiosity and laughter. Too many people fill a small space, trying to get to know one another even though they have all but nothing in common.
relating herself to the family she spent these short hours with was unbearable for our hero. abandoned and unreliable, she looked towards greeting her biology, but depth took a true holiday for them, and she felt lucky to have her own caretakers.
I love my relatives but sometimes I just want to be left alone. Sometimes I just need to breath without everyone always asking me what I’m thinking or what I’m going to do. Sometimes though I need them to hug me even if I act like I don’t want them to. Are; w
there are so many of them. and all of them look at me like im going to explode into tiny fragile pieces. When will they learn that i have her spirit. Her strength. Im past the point where i will break at the slightest thing. she gave me the strength to go on and be able to live even though she can’t be here with me.
Crazy at times, but without them life would be boring. Make you feel like home, no matter where you see them in the world. Able to invoke a pain you didn’t know existed when they are gone.
relatives are nice people, they bring happiness whenever they come over … they’re really friendlt and get me lots of nice stuff… they’re fun to be around and i manage to kill much time with them … i like my relatives, especially my cousins ! they’re lovely
“It’s about relatives,” the Professor said, and frowned. He tapped the knife on his chin, leaving hair-thin streaks of red. “If I kill you, it means the end of the world for you, but it means almost nothing to the rest of the world.”
i l ove mine, they are fun and cool. we have really good times together lots of inside jokes. i love my cousins the best
they are like my best friends. haha
my grandparents are awesome too! i have 5 sets yay for big families!
one word? what does this mean it is hard to understand what this means. Maybe over thinking is a problem of man kind. I need to go shovel the driveway but i am writing this to further my procrastination. Speaking of snow, why does it suck so bad? In fact, how does snow even work? It is crazy that the precipitation changes whether or not we get rain or snow.
I live with my parents on Tunbridge Road. I have a fourteen year old brother. I never thought I would be twenty-eight and living in my childhood bedroom. Niether did my parents. A year and a half ago I left my husband in Philadelphia and returned to my hometown, my home, and my family.
Relatives are people who are related to you by either blood or marriage. Some can be fun and some not so fun! You still have to love them though. I know I do! We have a family reunion each year, up in the mountains. There we just hang out and have fun. You know just having fun.
I love my relatives. Even though they might annoy me, they mean the world to me. Most of my relatives are cool, most of the time. My relatives help me through a lot of things in life. Life is good with relatives. They can be your best friends too.
I chose not to associate with my backstabbing evil relatives while I was alive and human, why should I now? Now it would be too tempting to enforce my justice on them, and the problem with that is it would end with murder. That is not who I am. I kill only to eat. Their blood would probably poison me anyways……
Relatives are important the give you stability love support and freindship. they can also be a sourse of much irritation, anoyance pain anger and hate. we cannot choose our relatives which is good because if we did we probably would not pick good ones
Most of his relatives were long dead. His time was running out too. He thought of the sand in the hour glass, the very last of it as it triciked, one grain at a time, into the vortex, or was it into the other half which, if upended, would begin the process all over again, turn and turn about
family grandparents and uncles and aunts and thanksgiving and food. laughing and awkwaard tensions and stories and mishaps confusion and some arguments but mainly just love i guess. for some people. thirty seconds is a lot but relativs are comforting and they are there to fall back on and remind you where you come from and who you are. relatives. relate. you can relate to them. you share something with them. you
I know a lot of people. Some say they are related to me. Just because we share the same DNA doesn’t mean you are related to me. You probably don’t even know me. We do not relate in any way.
Relatives suck, family sucks, and friends suck. They always act like you are so important and mean so much to them. But in all reality they are just as fucking selfish as the next person. Every person in this world cares only about themselves. They will leave you hanging in a heartbeat if it will benefit them. Never trust anybody.
We don’t have the ability to choose our relatives. It is important to keep a healthy distance from them because that keeps the relationship strong. I love my family but when they are too close and around too much it can get very overwhelming and frustrating.. Mutual respect very important and that is how love can truly grow and be felt always . I am very grateful for my relatives.
I love my family they always tease me and make me laugh but then there’s gramma who just wants me to get married and have kids and i’m not ready for that so theres the good and the bad and the run and hide here she comes lol oh well
gramma always used to get mad at us kids, my cousins and i, when we were little. we’d go outside to play, inevitably come out crying, and tattle on each other to her. she’d stop us, sit us all down, and tell us we are family and we don’t fight. rela
I have a very close relationship with my relatives. I adore each and every single one of them. I wish some lived closer to some of them though. Like my grandma and cousins in Kansas.U always have a good time when visiting them.
They help you get through the good and bad. The only people you can really on to tell your deepest darkest secrets. The friends when you have none. Relatives are the people who are always close when you need them.
relatives, everyone has them. annoying, loving, foreign. the relatives who shower you with presents and money like your cute little grandma. then there’s the relatives who continuously cant remember you.
I have plenty of them…some are kind some are not, some are funny some are not but they are always there wether you want them or not
If there’s one thing one has to learn to accept, it’s that everything is relatives.
We all have relatives, but how much do you really know about them? What would you do if one day you wake up and they were all gone? Although relatives are not always the most exciting relationships we have, we should really get to know our family. In the end, we are them, and they are us. And we could all learn a little more about ourselves.
crazy people, always there for each other, fun times, laughs, tears.
family mom dad sister brother cousins aunts uncles grandparents distant family distance far not close not near missed
My family is a joint family consisting of, my grandfather, my grandmother, me, my dad and my mum
I had a dream about relatives last night. It was strange. My mom sent me a picture of my cousin who is about 7 months pregnant. I dreamt about her that night, only she was no longer pregnant, and had already had the baby (or something). The dream was strange because it started out with me recognizing a different cousin, whose face I don’t recognize at all upon waking.
I want a boy, i want a boy who i can fall into and love. I need a boy, one to make me so happy that it hurts.
“So,” my boyfriend said nervously, glancing from my mother to my father. He was doing that irritating thing were he taps his foot on the floor and his finger on the table in an mismatched rhythm. My parents smiled pleasantly at him, apparently oblivious to his anxiety (or maybe just revelling in it).
hold you together, pull you apart. the most colourfully wound support net you’ll ever fall into. mom, grandma, great-grandma. like me. try not to be like them. my eyes come from you, my restlessness from you. thank you.
On the chair in the corner, reading the newspaper. No-one talks. There are only three of us.
far away from here. though i love them dearly, i like the idea of visiting. thanksgiving. wow! what a great time we had. It was just like old times. it’s been at least 15 years since we last got together like that. I am very thankful.
of all the things I find I can’t relate to regarding my fellow human beings it’s relatives. Everyone talks about their fathers, mothers, aunts and uncles but I don’t get it. It’s as if everyone has some secret relationship knowledge that I don’t and they use it every day to have these productive interactions with their relatives
Relatives are people we are meant to love but don’t always. We can’t choose who our relatives are. Some of them are odd, some of them are rude, some of them we hate.
But some of them are great.
Family thrown together at a Christmas party, fumbling bodies exchanging awkward greetings mixed with curiosity and laughter. Too many people fill a small space, trying to get to know one another even though they have all but nothing in common.
relating herself to the family she spent these short hours with was unbearable for our hero. abandoned and unreliable, she looked towards greeting her biology, but depth took a true holiday for them, and she felt lucky to have her own caretakers.
I love my relatives but sometimes I just want to be left alone. Sometimes I just need to breath without everyone always asking me what I’m thinking or what I’m going to do. Sometimes though I need them to hug me even if I act like I don’t want them to. Are; w
there are so many of them. and all of them look at me like im going to explode into tiny fragile pieces. When will they learn that i have her spirit. Her strength. Im past the point where i will break at the slightest thing. she gave me the strength to go on and be able to live even though she can’t be here with me.
Crazy at times, but without them life would be boring. Make you feel like home, no matter where you see them in the world. Able to invoke a pain you didn’t know existed when they are gone.
They have a saying, you can’t pick your relatives, but you can pick your friends,… something like that.:)
relatives are nice people, they bring happiness whenever they come over … they’re really friendlt and get me lots of nice stuff… they’re fun to be around and i manage to kill much time with them … i like my relatives, especially my cousins ! they’re lovely
“It’s about relatives,” the Professor said, and frowned. He tapped the knife on his chin, leaving hair-thin streaks of red. “If I kill you, it means the end of the world for you, but it means almost nothing to the rest of the world.”
i l ove mine, they are fun and cool. we have really good times together lots of inside jokes. i love my cousins the best
they are like my best friends. haha
my grandparents are awesome too! i have 5 sets yay for big families!
I have many relatives. my family invited over some relatives i have family that are relatives.
one word? what does this mean it is hard to understand what this means. Maybe over thinking is a problem of man kind. I need to go shovel the driveway but i am writing this to further my procrastination. Speaking of snow, why does it suck so bad? In fact, how does snow even work? It is crazy that the precipitation changes whether or not we get rain or snow.
I live with my parents on Tunbridge Road. I have a fourteen year old brother. I never thought I would be twenty-eight and living in my childhood bedroom. Niether did my parents. A year and a half ago I left my husband in Philadelphia and returned to my hometown, my home, and my family.
Relatives are people who are related to you by either blood or marriage. Some can be fun and some not so fun! You still have to love them though. I know I do! We have a family reunion each year, up in the mountains. There we just hang out and have fun. You know just having fun.
I love my relatives. Even though they might annoy me, they mean the world to me. Most of my relatives are cool, most of the time. My relatives help me through a lot of things in life. Life is good with relatives. They can be your best friends too.