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I am an Emotional Poet
ajportbury
17/Male/Australia
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Last Visit: 18 weeks ago
Andrew Portbury
Art Zone
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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!
If you have a club and/or gallery you think I may be interested in joining/looking at, feel free to leave me a comment (journal, normal, on a deviation you like, or otherwise) or send me a note.
-- "i find so much bliss in yelling 'this ones for you', while cutting. Even if i have no one specific in mind, it reminds me of a time where everything wasn't my fault. But that bliss is a lie, like the words i say. What am i waiting for?"
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im not alive
i simply appear that way...
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But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Now you know
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But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
--
"i find so much bliss in yelling 'this ones for you', while cutting. Even if i have no one specific in mind, it reminds me of a time where everything wasn't my fault. But that bliss is a lie, like the words i say. What am i waiting for?"
--
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
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