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!
It is one crisp Fall night; it's All Hallow's Eve. A break from the clouds reveals a crescent moon as trick-or-treaters go about the evening waning light collecting candy. Somewhere around the world, it is November 1st. The sun is beginning to rise as a sudden onslaught of cool crisp vapors seep below treegroves.
Visibility ceases to exist.
Outside on a shores of Dover, a figure stands masked by the oceans fury, the cliffs ominous beauty, and a sparrow's graceful flight into the forrbidden terror.
Silence.
But I am not there; that is an alternate reality, a dream. Distant and dreaming, I sit inside my room; wondering. A backdrop of sound resonance throughout a silent and contemplative place. Situated inside my room is a wooden desk, a a rough-and-ready bed (also wooden) and a strong red-metallic bicycle. It symbolizes my independence, strength, and perspective. The bed represents a "comfort zone." A comfort zone I seek to avoid. "Get out, see the world, listen to your heart" I feel myself saying day after day. My desk, littered with school supplies and memoribia, is my imagination.
Outside.
A siren rings a sense of alarm. Cars exhaust engines combust and people congregate.
A large oak tree with deep roots stems from underground; growing from outside in and inside out. (A play on words, nice pun!). I am the tree. I listen to the song "In the Light" and think: do I "dispise my behavior," do I "find the Light on my own?" I live by this song (and several others). I take everything in. A leaf might fall from the tree's branch or leaves might dance in the wind; I watch, transfixed.
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I might be getting older but I refuse to grow up!
Thank u very much for the
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take a moment Check out
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Jesus Loves You!
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Elizabeth
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Jesus Loves You!
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