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I am a Wise Ass
galor-ia
18/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 23 weeks ago
Gloria
Art Zone
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Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
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"It was morning; the sun rose over the horizon, in all its splendour, and here rises before my eyes a young man as well, whose presence made flowers sprout in his wake."
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†What hurts the most, was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away Never knowing, what could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do
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"La torture, en tant que quête métaphysique, commence toujours par une tasse de thé. "
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." - Albus Dumbledore.
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drug infusion (for the chosen few)
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Out in the Street They Call It Murder
Much appreciated.
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"It was morning; the sun rose over the horizon, in all its splendour, and here rises before my eyes a young man as well, whose presence made flowers sprout in his wake."
-Lautre'amont
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.::. I Do Commissions~ [link] .::.
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"All the darkness of the world cannot extinguish the light of a small candle." --Reza Deghati
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#Apophysis - *FractalDreams - *ImagersFractalDDs
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†What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
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