This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and 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 subscription.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a subscription.
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!
I can't seem to realize how such happiness goes away so fast.. It seems like just yesterday I looked into your eyes and fell soo deeply in love.. You taught me everything about me.. you made me wanna be a better person.. but somehow that better person got lost in the mix.. and I got torn into some kind of awful mistake.. what I wouldn't fucking give to have that kind of love back.. I feel so lost.. and confused.. right now.. I feel like.. I've lost you, even though your so fucking close.. I looked into your eyes the other day.. I felt such passion, but it almost seemed like that passion wasn't for me.. but for the kill.. the knowing that you had me wrapped around your little finger.. I feel almost compelled to tell you what I'm feeling.. but I know you wouldn't understand.. There is no way for us to coincide when this horrible feeling I have inside.. this feeling that I'm losing you.
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La pittura che non pone domande, neanche sulla natura dell'arte, ha messo la propria neutralità al servizio dell'ideologia dominante.
J. Kosuth
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note me for art sale/commission. i will happily sell anything I'm not too attached to - like an arm or somesuch.
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~Live Left & Love Ugly~
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Spare your hissing sentiments
For her fee welts more than thine
Though no malice she weans
Just a palace of dreams
Where windswept chambers pine.
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