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I am a Wannabe Novelist
Katie Nichols
23/United States
Why I Am Here
- To make friends
- To show my artwork to the world
- To appreciate art
Last Visit: 2 days ago
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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.
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The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
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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.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
Also, i really like your photography.
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I believe in the power of love!
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My website : [link]
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"The flower among flowers is the Sakura.
The Samurai is the man among men."
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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