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pramash
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But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
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"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.
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-- it's like the sky opened and god handed you directly to me. i know it sounds crazy but so is life; i'm sinking and feeling like your heart is beating solely for me.
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See, on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore.
Come, let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung.
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
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[link] : my record label / love / and passion.
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it's like the sky opened and god handed you directly to me.
i know it sounds crazy but so is life; i'm sinking
and feeling like your heart is beating solely for me.
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[NØTHING/REAL] Photography
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"Io ne ho viste cose che voi umani non potreste immaginarvi. (..) E tutti quei momenti andranno perduti nel tempo...come lacrime nella pioggia"
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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I am not sick, I am insane, but that will not stop the game.
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
I love you. And you rock.
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See, on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore.
Come, let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung.
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
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