This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and 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 subscription.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a subscription.
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!
Yeah, I know my gallery is a bit random, I guess when I take pictures, I really end up liking only one from a series. Thus, the apparent confused nature of my gallery.
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A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there -- even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
- Francis Bacon
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
- Francis Bacon
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
- Francis Bacon
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A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there -- even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity
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And she'll burn like the Sun,
And I look away,
And she'll burn our horizonts,
Making no mistakes!
i love the black & white.
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Rob
deviantART member - 5,123,390
robahern.com.au
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
- Francis Bacon
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Le poche parole lanciate nel mucchio sassate su specchio che crepan silenzi
o timidi assensi col cenno del capo/un bacio non dato°l'amore pensato°
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