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I am an Experimental Photographer
mia872003
Female/United States
Birthday
April 14
Why I Am Here
- To spread the love
- To show my artwork to the world
- To make friends
Last Visit Unknown
mirandaphotography
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Personal 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 bottom 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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"Katherine," he said. he was still smiling. "Yes." She leaned closer. "Katherine..." "Yes, Damon?" "Go to hell." Damon ROCKS \m/ __________________ LLAMA 4 LLAMA 100% -----------------------------
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
Sta.sh
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"Katherine," he said. he was still smiling.
"Yes." She leaned closer.
"Katherine..."
"Yes, Damon?"
"Go to hell."
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LLAMA 4 LLAMA 100%
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...And man created the "modern world" to disturb himself instead of comforting.
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Well Jason. Why don't you go fuck yourself
[link]
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only wear your clothes
i wear them too
i wear your shoes
and your jacket too
i always knew you
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visit my photography gallery here : [link]
or my old gallery here : [link]
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.