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Name: Kristin and Grace
Country: Togo
Gender: Female
Interests: interpretive dancing, singing along to the radio, making "your mom" jokes, eating carbs, ruining romantic moments, threatening to shave our heads, pretending to be SO punk rock, creating all-purpose-one-syllable words like "meh" and "bah," watching documentaries on global warming.
AND ALSO...
writing. dreaming. photography. falling in and out of love. dancing. singing. laughter. raindrops. dress-up. quotations. coffee. chocolate. learning. attempting. pretending. creating. adventures. magick (yes, the kind that's spelled like that). long walks in the woods, with bare feet and our hair down, at twilight, beneath a slightly starry sky and surrounded by the fading songs of the nightengales, along an ancient cobblestone path illuminated only by the pale fingers of the moon, whispering enchantments and searching for fairies... and talking about how friggen cliche we are.
Peter Pan and the Little Prince are our boyfriends.
Expertise: Cheesy smiles.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/22/2006
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| we are such dorks. seriously.there is something you have to understand about sisters. and it is this: a simple attempt to take a cute picture... 
can rapidly, and without warning, deteriorate into something... 
disturbing, 
inexplicable, 
dangerous, (hah!) 
utterly bizarre, 
boring as all get out, 
strangely reminiscent of the awkward turtle, ("tuuuur-tle, tuuuur-tle...") 
OR downright hilarious. and sometimes, it turns into all of these things at once. those times are our favorites. | | |
| its been a year.
and sadly. that was the only picture taken of us from that day.
BTW kristin and I officially suck face at keeping up to date with this site.
so.. our apologies.
and have a great day. :D | | |
| "the sanctuary"this is us, enjoying grace's new room. it's hott. 
(talking)
(jumping)
(daydreaming)
(being yuppies)
(lovin')
and, of course, wearing dresses over jeans... because we're retro like that. 
lastly, please note the poster of napoleon dynamite on the wall. he's our friend. | | |
| punked!one time, we went to the philadelphia museum of art... dressed as punks.
an older african man smiled and told us that we belonged there, because we looked "like the art."
everyone else thought we were freaks.
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| from then on...the camera became our constant companion
and a focal point (haha) of our relationship.
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