You don't need to thank me for ruining Notebook's famous dialog this way but I'm seriously pissed at reading the news of Ryan-so-damn-charming-Gosling about to be a dad. A DAD. I mean, seriously? Let's get sad together because it's Eva Mendes who got lucky and the rest is getting sadder with us. Actually this title wasn't supposed to get sad on Ryan Gosling's future baby's news, it was actually written for two twin sisters who were having an argument. Claps, you got it right. It's me and Noor.
Today we were sitting on our bed (Parents got us a double bed instead of two singles, that make me hate Noor more. If I was the only kid, I could have gotten a single bed like kids do on Tumblr, embellished with fairy lights *heart broken) and Noori told me her problems. I wish we talked like normal sisters but it's her who always start with her never-going-to-be-a-banker life without her dream retard-guy Dev Patel. When she was completed with her sad life stories, in the end, her words were like, "I wish I was a duck"
Wait, what? Please? Eh? Duck? WHATAREYOUTALKINGBOUT?
Me: But ducks are unbearable.
Noor: I still wish I was a duck.
Me: You don't know how to swim.
Noor: Ducks know how to swim.
Me: Imagine my nieces and nephews coming out of eggs.
Noor: Ree, I'm a duck.
Me: I disown you.
Noor: I'm a duck.
Me: If you're a duck, I'm still not a duck.
Look, imagine your sister talking about stuff like this and you're still living with her in a room on a shared bed and you still love her. That's crazy, stupid (Wait, am I again giving a Ryan Gosling reference?) yet magical. Sisters are sisters. Weird, annoying, terrible, horrible and still your best friend. Look at me, I've been living with a girl for my whole life who looks totally like me, have a voice like me, wears my cloths and I can do nothing about it. But it's fun, blessing whatever you name it.
For girls who have sisters, listen, we may have fight (war, to be exact) and arguments all the time, we may not talk for days, we may have different ages, we may have other best friends but in the end, we're sisters. SISTERS. We can cry in front of them, we can share the oh-so-dirty-secrets because it's safe. It's always. I'm getting emotional and I need to stop.
This wasn't supposed to be a tribute to Noor but I really ended up writing this. And I can't believe I'm going to post it. But don't tell her I wrote it here because I don't like when she knows. Psst, sisters stuff!
While you're staying, listen to all my favorite songs this week. I can't get enough of Troy Sivan's voice, isn't he a magical creature? Or I'm just being a typical teenager fangirling over a cute Youtuber? Judge me.