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neemho
Female/Canada
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Last Visit: 26 weeks ago
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Hi! This is my first steps on the road of art. I'm a 23 years old girl and I'm from Québec, which that means I speak french (so, sorry for the mistakes :S).
It's my first year studying arts and I love it . I wanted to share my arts with people because I think that art is an important part of the human being, and it can make people feel better.
So I hope you'll enjoy my creations!
Devious Info
Current Residence: Québec
Interests: all kind of arts
Favourite band or musician: Nightwish, Epica, Cécil Corbel
j'ai hâte de voit tout ce que tu postera ici (watch out! j'te watch )
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Illia
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Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux, Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux
(me from art/cegep )
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j'ai hâte de voit tout ce que tu postera ici
(watch out! j'te watch
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Illia
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Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux
Spleen, Les Fleurs du Mal
-Charles Baudelaire-
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