This Hag's Favorite Twins

Hello everyone! I have a confession.

I have a mildly hazardous obsession for Tokio Hotel, especially the Kaulitz twins. However, I am but a small peck among the millions of screaming legions in the world. I wish I can hit the highest note in the eight-octave scale and scream so I can "consummate" my inner fangirl. I cannot. Screaming is obligatory for a fangirl. Drooling and giggling, too. The objects of my obsession/affection need only stand on a spot, no theatrics, to make me hyperventilate. And that's not exaggerating. Really.

Bill's fourteen-second audio message? I spun out of axis.

Tom's new black (raven, to quote my zwillingsschwester) cornrows? I catapulted into zero gravity.

Tom and Bill's t-shirt design and photoshoot for H&M Fashion Against AIDS 2009 campaign?

I DIED. (And it doesn't help that the shirt says "Rock hard, F*** Safe")

L-R: Gustav, Tom, Bill, Georg

Now, if only I can get my jittery hands on Brad Pitt's little bruder Georg. (Yes, Georg was adopted by German parents and the brothers reunited when Georg recognized a striking resemblance  of Brad's butt to his after that Legends movie. Hahaha) Er, I meant on this baby below.

Ahhhh. True love.