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[something-sillier]

Worst siblings ever

[newpoetics]

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A post shared by new poetics (@newpoetics) on Jul 22, 2019 at 5:24pm PDT

weekly meeting: SLAM DUNK

takes: DONE

anxiety is successfully yeeted!

super big thanks to Jared for helping us take another step roads our goal ☄️

[im-isabella2001]

We saw this partner yoga challenge trending and obviously had to try it. 🧘‍♀️ Sonella thinks she’s the flexible one, but I think I won this round. Who do you think has the better form? Swipe to see us get... tangled. 😉👇 #SisterDuo #PartnerYoga #FlexibilityChallenge #IsabellaAndSonella #Twinning #GymGirls #playfulvibes

[im-isabella2001]

They say strength comes in pairs. 💪✨

Bringing that 2026 high-tech aesthetic to our morning grind. Isabella is rocking the midnight black, and Sonella is in the deep slate—both in those viral sculpting sets that fit like a second skin.

Question for you: Who do you think pushed harder today? Spoiler: I think I won the staring contest. 😉👯‍♀️

👇 Subscribe for more duo workouts & fit checks!

#SisterPower #FitnessQueens #Sculpted

[im-isabella2001]

They say opposites attract, but we prefer to blend perfectly. 😉 Embracing the 2026 mocha trend with a little twist—I’m the dark, rich espresso, and she’s the sweet cream. 🤎🤍 Power suits off, lace on. Which flavor are you craving first? 👇

[im-isabella2001]

so… this happened.

i woke up thinking i’d have one of those slow, peaceful saturday mornings. coffee. quiet. maybe a book. sonella had other plans.

one minute — calm. the next — feathers in the air like we’d stepped into a snow globe. 🪶

this is the real behind‑the‑scenes of our weekends: a little bit of madness, a lot of laughter, and the kind of sister energy you can’t bottle. so tell me… who do you think won this round? 😉

[im-isabella2001]

friday night. and somehow… i’m not the one leading us into trouble this time. my sweet little sister sonella has claimed the crown 👑 — cocktails in hand, dresses that feel like a promise, and that spark in her eyes that says we’re not coming home early.

i tell myself i’m resisting… but maybe i’m just falling into her orbit. there’s something magnetic about her laughter, the way it dares you to say yes.

wish you could be here for the first sip. let’s see where the night decides to take us.

[im-isabella2001]

Soft light spills across the sheets. No alarms. No rush. Just us—wrapped in oversized shirts and whispered secrets. This morning feels like a slow song we don’t want to end. We’ve been talking about last night… and maybe a little about what’s next. Want to guess what we’re dreaming up? 😉