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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!
So I tried deleting this account, but it wont let me. So im just gona delete everything on here and also my other on caphotography, and use my new one. [link]
It makes it much easier for me, so if ur added as a friend on here please add my new account. Thanks.
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-------------------------------------------------------------- Other Profile [link] -------------------------------------------------------------- and I will walk on water, you will catch me if I fall...
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Passion
Angelus-(narrates)
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
Deleting Account
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when we were only kids
& we were best of friends
& we hoped for the best
& let go from the rest
the shadows & regrets
we let go of the rest
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It's Business Time Baby!
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-Chelsea
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-Chelsea
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Other Profile [link]
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and I will walk on water, you will catch me if I fall...
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-Chelsea
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Passion
Angelus-(narrates)
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
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