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About Me Member Experimental Photographer killtherhythm17/Female/Canada Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Apologies

Sat Jan 31, 2009, 5:01 PM
I have not posted much for a while, so I will.
This week, I promise.
Hair school keeps me really busy, but that's no excuse.
I've got stuff from last year I still haven't posted.

Hope you're all doing well.

-Krys.
<3

  • Listening to: Hunting For Witches - Bloc Party
  • Reading: My Boring Ass Life - Kevin Smith [hescomingtoVAN!]

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Vancouver
  • Interests: Music, Films, Photography, Writing.
  • Favourite movie: Jay + Silent Bob Stike Back, Girl; Interrupted.
  • Favourite band or musician: Gallows, The Ghost Of A Thousand
  • Favourite genre of music: Punk
  • Favourite artist: MC Lars
  • Favourite poet or writer: Janet Fitch
  • Favourite photographer: Jessica Morris
  • Favourite style of art: Photography
  • MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Vision
  • Personal Quote: "Boobs are always the best reason to try your hardest at anything."
  • Tools of the Trade: Cameras [depending on my mood]: Nikon/Sony/Canon/Pentax/Minolta.

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Comments


:iconhidden-glow:
Thanks for the :+fav: on [link]

:aww: Kristen

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:iconsi-monty:
Thank you very much for adding "Gallows XIV" to your favourites. I'm pleased you like it.

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:iconsabab:
your gallery is amazing!

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:iconrecycled-jelly-beans:
Awesome pictures.
You're just damn beautiful.
And total props for liking MC Lars and Gallows.

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the nerdcore indie punk hobo you love ^^
:iconassica:
thanks :kiss: so much !

:cuddle:

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When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us...
:iconpride-andrea:
Goodness Gracious, I love your hair!

I salute you fellow Gallows fan!

:)

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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

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