Just a little snack for our sleepover @miettewellington (Taken with instagram)
I literally can’t stand how cute he is (Taken with instagram)
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IM IN LOVE (Taken with instagram)
Andrea Donadio 2012
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New office (Taken with instagram)
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“How are you different?” is a question twins are often plagued with. Which is silly because if you think about it the asker is in a much better position to examine and /or appreciate any differences than the answerers (I just made this word up). To be honest its kind of a tough question, and I usually counter it with something rude like “how the hell should I know fuck off you asshole” (just kidding!). But really most of the time I’m not sure how we’re different, I just know that we are.
Here is a list of things that are the same:
same eyes
same hair
same voice / laugh
same penchant for high baby voices and squeals
same penchant for teasing little mom
same disdain for most things
same DNA
Here is a list of things that are different:
Caroline has a pointer nose
I have a crueler sense of humor
Caroline is outwardly sweet and secretly mean
I am outwardly mean and secretly sweet
I care more about what others think of me
Caroline has a gross birthmark on her pinky finger
I am allergic to nothing except bees
Caroline is allergic to everything except bees
Another thing that we differ / share is our takes on emotion. I am not saying Caroline is the warmest and I am the coldest, but you get where I am going with this. Over the years the gap in our emotional development has narrowed as we grew older and learned to deal with FEELINGS. However it is still not really acceptable for me to cry in front of her or others, and her reaction when I was having a bad day the last time I was in nyc was PRICELESS (she got mad!). But pathetically sobbing loudly in a towel over the stress of international art shipments (seriously very stressful) isn’t the only thing we differ on, affection is also somewhat troublesome. Caroline still (rightly) won’t let me live down the fact that I gave her a handshake when she left for a far away college, but to be fair I still am a little weird about hugging. She has always been more nurturing than me but we can only hold hands for a few minutes before one of us says “ew” and pulls away (piggy back rides however are fair game) .But we find ways to communicate, to be close, if not always with others then definitely with each other. I can tell within seconds when she’s upset and not because she tells me. She always knows when I’m sad or mad. We often ask and answer a question simultaneously, anticipating the other’s response. Today when our video chats stopped working (we both have hilarious PC laptops) we just immediately started mouthing “I cant hear you” and then just as immediately “I love you”. We did this before trying to fix the problem and for way longer than was probably necessary. And why when these things were already obvious? Because we’re funny. Because we know what the other is thinking. Because even with all the differences, we are the same. Because we are twins.
Inside back cover of Bullet magazine shot by yours truly!!
Dad has been telling us kids how its been his life’s dream to travel to India by himself since forever, and last summer he finally did it. On top of being a successful lawyer, he also happens to be a great photographer (after I taught him how to use his camera). As his daughter that is computer literate I get to go through and edit all 438957293485954 pictures he took on his travels! Here is a sneak peak!
Why is anyone apologizing for this?
No one was offended.
No one gives a shit.
No one.
There are assholes out there whose job it is to get professionally offended, and all they managed to do was phone in another poorly written press release.
Come on, even they’re not really offended. You can tell they don’t believe their own bullshit anymore. They just have to justify their ridiculous existence.
Not one person of any age, of any gender, or of any culture out of the hundred million who watched the Super Bowl is owed an apology for this fraction of a broadcast second.
Ugh. Even ranting about the irony and hypocrisy of this kind of nonsense is tiresome and irrelevant.
This is exactly like when Janet exposed her nipple and everyone was all upset and I was like, “I thought people who watched football liked boobs.”
I am not offended by boobs, middle fingers, I am not offended by a lot. What DOES offend me however is celebrity culture’s use of base and sensationalized tactics to gain our attention. Pandering. If MIA was punk this would be a whole different story, but MIA is not a punk she is a poser and she is just trying to get people to talk about her. What is she saying exactly? Fuck the world? Fuck the superbowl that just paid her more than I will probably make in decades? Oh Fuck me MIA? No - Fuck you MIA, seriously. Do us all a favor and try and be a little but more creative next time, I remain unimpressed and put off. And in my eyes NOTHING will ever touch Brittney head shaving, the last truly punk act of the 21st century.
(Source: coketalk)
Anonymous asked: Wow, what a cool site. You must have had a really great father.
it’s funny when my dad remembers how to use a computer
