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I am a Deviously Deviant
sopheriel
Male/United States
Why I Am Here
No reason given yet
Last Visit: 69 weeks ago
Tyler
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
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!
thats it. I said no more visiting my page without some sort of evidence like a comment or making a journal.
no visiting Catonsville for me.
-- and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
I swear to god if I see you visited my page one more time and there are no comments or journals or something from you, there is no Christmas break hope for you and I, bucko.
-- and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
-- and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
-- and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
no visiting Catonsville for me.
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and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
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the distance is quite simply much too far for me row.
it seems farther than ever before.
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and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
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and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
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and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
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