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I am a Deviously Deviant
picklesplz
4400/Italy
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Last Visit: 74 weeks ago
Pickles :3
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!
This is probably an inactive account, but enjoy the icon x3. This was made by ~kosherdill, aka Pickles 8DDDD. So, there ya go. Another account belonging to my awesome creator is ~CAMISAD0 yey~
-- That's me lower right. When the photographer took my picture he asked me to act naturally, so I yelled at him to stop disgracing his family and get a real job.
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The beauty of tomorrow is that despite yesterday's persistence to pull us back, tomorrow is still waiting. Where is the border between reality and fiction, the very line that separates my dreams and I?
Hai!!! :3
Hungry
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"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." -Samuel Beckett
Silflay hraka, u embleer rah.
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... in bed
Yes.
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That's me lower right. When the photographer took my picture he asked me to act naturally, so I yelled at him to stop disgracing his family and get a real job.
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hm?!
Delighted
Thanks for faving Sasukuto!
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The beauty of tomorrow is that despite yesterday's persistence to pull us back, tomorrow is still waiting.
Where is the border between reality and fiction, the very line that separates my dreams and I?
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