2. But-My-Twin-did-Save-Me-from-Looking-Like-a-Scrappy-Tiger / Experimental-Surgery-Patient
my twin is totally sick in bed and it’s rubbish. and I can only hope that my deliveries of gatorade and tim tams make him better real quick. because he lives forever far away and I can hardly ever visit.
finally: okay, wow, so I’ve been meaning to say that my freaking twin has incredible hair.
and a magical, gravity-defying quiff that utilises no product whatsoever (and not much else: I know his secret, but am absolutely not allowed to share). this photo doesn’t exactly do it justice, but it’s all I have to work with just now. he’s the last (for now) in my series of hipster tumblr hair crushes. go look.