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!
Hello ^^ I feel awful, I've been errant for so long! U_U but I do hope to talk to you soon, especially in large amounts before you go to the military or navy or whatever it is that your country requires you to do after high school, which I feel is not fair, but we all know that Israel has to protect their country. I read an article about Israel from the author who wrote prozac nation, and it was highly scrutinized for something about her saying the contention between Palestine and Israel was anti-semitism or something, I would really have to gain a much more substantial outlook on the situation in order to determine that. Anyway, I will be speaking to you soon, I can promise you that ^^
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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Don't you think it's strange how we change?
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I will be famous... someday...
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Don't you think it's strange how we change?
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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Don't you think it's strange how we change?
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The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
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Don't you think it's strange how we change?
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