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I am a Dark Artist
HaydesProductions
19/Female/United States
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Chelsea Nicole Hayden
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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!
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"When autumn comes it doesn't ask, it just walks in, where it left you last, and you never know, when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart"
Thanks for the fav on "02 of 100: Love". It's always good to meet a fellow V fan.
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Well, I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you.
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yes!
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= Taste The Whip, In Love Not Given Lightly.. Taste The Whip, Now Bleed For Me.... =
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"Be true to your work, your word, and your friend."
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"When autumn comes it doesn't ask, it just walks in, where it left you last, and you never know, when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart"
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"I don't see why we have to be so quiet; it's only a goblin city..."
-Sir Didymus, Labyrinth
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♥ yuu
top hat makes it classy!
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Well, I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you.
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