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Taylor.
19/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 3 weeks 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.
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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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
Taylor! ^_^ Danke... I love your work as well. I would like to see more of it. I haven't gotten to see that much. <3
Later! x3
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Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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Speak up, black out, blacklisted, full-bodied red.
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Unser Mauern brechen aber unser Herzen nicht.
Hey.
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"suck the marrow out of life"
<dead poets society>
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~el-cielo
~Co-and-Ca
there is a peacock on your shoulder pole dancing around your neck
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yup
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why didn't you tell me/ why didn't you let me know/ why don’t you let me exist/ why don’t you let me go/- [link]
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Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away. . . .
I pity you. You just don't get it at alll. . . . . . . There's not a thing I don't cherish.
Later! x3
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Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
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