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About Me Member New Artist Georgiana123420/Female/United Kingdom Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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  • Interests: Art, fanfiction
  • Favourite band or musician: The Feeling
  • Favourite artist: Claude Monet
  • Favourite poet or writer: Stephanie Meyer

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:iconceieste:
hi! you should put more stuff up... (especially Doris ^^)
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:icondippii111:
Hooray!! Boosh!!!

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If in doubt...Start skatting...Skee-bap n beep-n-baow
:iconfrodobolson72:
Thanks so much for faving my artwork!!:hug:

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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
:iconcitizenwolfie:
Thanks for the fave!

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When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth...

The Manhunt Series: [link]

The Endless Series: [link]
:iconwarrior-girl271:
Thanks for the :+fav:!

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There was a bike in the hedgerow and tum tee tum... And fire coming out of the monkey's bum... Don't get lost in he-eh-ell... They got locks on the ga-aayyeeeay-ates...Don't go over the eh-edge... 'Cos there's a big fucking cliff there...

:iconpeephole965:
hay thanks for the fav on my boosh gif
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:iconphoenixsparrow:
hi
goth detectives! black books! mighty boosh! you're cool.

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STAY IN YOUR BOX! EAT YOUR FUDGE!
...but of course beauty is transient and one day you and I will both die... and there will be nought but dust!
Not today though, today's gonna be lovely!
:icongeorgiana1234:
Lol thankyou, they are three of my passions.

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Georgiana
:iconsg-snakehead:
Hey thanks for the comment on my stick dudes. Nice to know I've made a chuckle.

Btw, I rather like your choice of subjects in your gallery :D

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torch the moon... burn the schools... she wrote in red on her bedroom wall... "Nothing's pure".. the paint runs to the floor

Get home with the downies: [link]

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