I’ve never understood twins in coordinated outfits. If I had a twin, I would dress her slightly worse than I dress myself, so you could always see just how good I look in comparison. Also, I would never hold her hand.
"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via keelantoldmeto)