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I am an Actor/Actress
prettyeyedpiratesmil
19/Female/Mexico
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Penny Lane
Art Zone
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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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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
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When violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter,
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
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No brain - no pain.
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Welcome to [link] !!!!
Thank you so much for watching
nice gallery
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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
avatar by =posibly-intruging
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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
avatar by =posibly-intruging
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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