"can i ask you something?" my immediate reply says “go for it" but my mind has already gone through the seven stages of grief
14 days until I’m home sweet home. Edinburgh, here I come!
This is a damn serious question right, hear me out.. So if you have identical twins, how do you tell them apart when they’re tiny and new? Do you slap a sticker on one or mark one with a sharpie? Do parents ever fuck up and then there’s that awkward moment when they’re not sure if your life from now on will be one big horrible lie of their creating?
HONEY THE STICKER HAS GONE ITS FALLEN OFF CODE RED I REPEAT CODE RED