what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us
what if they’re protecting us though
what if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over
I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then
maybe you’re the reflection.
this needs to be a book.
OH MY GOD MY PARENTS JUST TOLD ME THE STORY OF HOW THEY STARTED DATING
ok so they worked together in a town called abbotsford and my father had a crush on my mother and one day he asked her “nice bum where ya from” and my mother responded “abBUTTsford” and basICALLY IM ALIVE BECAUSE OF A PUN
OH MY GOD
THAT’S WHY I’M SO GOOD AT PUNS