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 bottom 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!
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back.
Favorite moviesPulp Fiction; The Boy in the Striped Pajamas Favorite TV showsInvader Zim; Seinfeld; Bones; Monday MorningsFavorite bands / musical artistsCold Flamez; P!nkFavorite booksNightFavorite gamesApples To Apples; GTA <3
We're moving, but we have nowhere to go. My glasses broke and I haven't been able to see for a few days. But oh wait, it's not like I can get them fixed. Ohh noo. All these fucking idiots are closed for the "holiday." Oh so you're gunna be sitting on your lazy ass and stuffing your face with chocolate; And I'm blind until a place opens.
And now I just found out I can't take my cat with me. So my best friend for the past two years, gone. Just like that.
Things will get better they said. You'll be happy they said. Oh I'm real about living nowhere and losing my cat. How the hell is this better!? I already have nothing. Everything I've ever loved in my life has been taken away from me and never returned.
I hate the way these people think, Seeing it written down on all this ink. I think quietly to myself, How can she do this to herself. The pain and suffering that comes along, Thinking of all the places where she doesn't belong. I would give her my all, For the times she will fall. But she'd never give me that satisfaction, Of all the complicated actions. I would shine the light, On her brave fight, Through the times that are rough. But sadly, I am not enough.