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I am a Deviously Deviant
telenowe-lowe
Female/Poland
Why I Am Here
- To show my artwork to the world
Last Visit: 2 hours ago
Kamila
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!
łomatko. nigdy bym nie uwierzyła, że głowa może TAK bolec. rozumiem ból brzucha... albo ból zęba - ten nie ma sobie równych. aż do czasu. Kamusia zdycha. ałł.
jest lepiej. ale zaraz znowu się zacznie. jak ja kocham narzekać!
-- Colonel Kurtz: I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a sharp... razor... and surviving.
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a fawn in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Oo, a skąd wiedziałaś? o.O
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.byle.do.czerwca.
aaaaaaaaaa! masz facebooka nie? (że z niego nie korzystasz to inna sprawa) i tam pisało : Kamila C. urodziny we wtorek.
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We must reinvent love.
my last.fm [link]
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Niepokój rośnie w moich snach
i'm glad you like it!
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Colonel Kurtz:
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor.
Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a sharp... razor... and surviving.
--
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a fawn in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
I has a lemon!
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