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OnlyForTheWeak
17/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 233 weeks ago
Ashley
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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!
The wind blows in the distance caressing the prospering mountains. Trailing down in spirals of confusion. Soft clouds hide stars in the sky while the moon reaches down to the earth. Wind blowing the trees and they sway back and forth, back and forth to the sound of hooting owls. In the distance you can hear the sounds of a deer rustling in the bushes. There are no disturbances made by people rustling in their tents, they were playing basketball and Michael Jordan took Ma’s hand and lead her onto the court. Pa was talking to Anna Nicole Smith in the other room. Both hit it off as soon as they started talking. Pa couldn’t take his eyes of her monstrous heaving bosom. Winfield and Ruthie played hopscotch with their neighbors Mary-Kate and Ashley Olson as the sun finally set over the reddening horizon.
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I have dreams of citys moldered to dust and dead people hung on bleeding clouds.--
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