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I am a Deviously Deviant
WujekLeon
17/Female/Poland
Why I Am Here
No reason given yet
Last Visit: 60 weeks ago
Agnieszka
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!
Tyle planów miałam co do rysowania ale wogóle nie mam czasu ani nawet nastroju. Chciałam dokończyć moje jaskółki ale za bardzo się denerwowałam, tak bardzo chcę, żeby jakoś wyglądały. Żeby nie marnować czasu otworzyłam swój brudnopis gdzie jest wszystko i odszukałam swój ulubiony szkic. Postanowiłam go przełożyć na ładniejszą i większą kartkę. Co z tego wyszło? Jeden wielki bazgroł na kartce A4. Wyszło na to, że szkic lepszy od całego rysunku. Zatytułowałam go: Mój koszmar. Haha, ale nikt go nie zobaczy, schowam go.
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Though the night's still glowing round Yet I know the day is bad Pop stars in a paper bread And again I find my face All neglected, out of place In my hair there is some spray
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And afterwards, we'll all go to hell.
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Good day my angel
I can hear your knocking at my gates
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"Who's making all that noise? Oh. It's me again.."
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My soul is a chatterbox!
My zombie webcomic [link]
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Though the night's still glowing round
Yet I know the day is bad
Pop stars in a paper bread
And again I find my face
All neglected, out of place
In my hair there is some spray
--
And afterwards, we'll all go to hell.
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And afterwards, we'll all go to hell.
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