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©2007-2009 ~astereilla
:iconastereilla:

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Haha, this is me in the lift, going up to my apartment. You can see the remnants of my day: school uniform splattered with red paint after trying to paint a catapult, frizzy hair from running around trying to successfully test-fire aforementioned catapult, and the straps of my poor, overworked schoolbag peeking out from behind me.

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:iconvirus-kontrolle:
lol, why do photogrpahers always do that, cover their faces with the camera wen it comes to taking a pic of themselves for a devID

- rayy
:iconastereilla:
Because the only way to know whether the camera is pointing in the correct direction is through the viewfinder!

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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
:iconvirus-kontrolle:
why not one of those myspace poses

- rayy
:iconastereilla:
That's just getting kind of old. :P 'Sides, I like showing off my camera.

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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
:iconottodc6:
im just wondering how the hell did u take a potrait pic of urself in the elevator with a 60mm lens. (must b a huge lift =P)

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i need food
:iconastereilla:
It's not that big, actually...I was standing pretty far back from the mirror, though. :P

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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
:iconjoonmoai:
i like the paint stains on your uniform. it reminds me of the 7th floor art class and all those artsy students who leave marks on their uniforms. it's like football kids wearing their leather jackets and basketball kids with their shoulder bags.
:iconastereilla:
Those are the flaws which leave their mark as memory triggers :)

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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

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