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I am an Experimental Photographer
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15/Female/Croatia
Why I Am Here
- To make friends
- To become a better artist
- To appreciate art
Last Visit: 2 days ago
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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!
Let me hold you for the last time It's the last chance to feel again But you broke me, now I can't feel anything
When I love you and so untrue I can't even convince myself When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else
Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurts too much I tried to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing? We are turning into dust Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire When there's nothing left to say It's like chasing the very last train When it's too late, too late
Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurts too much I tried to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before?
But we're running through the fire When there's nothing left to say It's like chasing the very last train When we both know it's too late, too late
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse So how can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before? Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time It's the last chance to feel again
Thanks for the star, friend. Check out my gallery if you wish, I've got a few in that style and I appreciate feedback. Keep up the photocalligraphy, may your lens be a happy lens!
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When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro. -It never got wierd enough for me."
Just joking!- Cause you favourited so many of mine! It's a degredation thing, some people do it to apear modest when in reality they aren't. I just do it for fun.
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When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro. -It never got wierd enough for me."
^^
James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings
Artistic
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Someone left the cake out in the rain!
Keep up the photocalligraphy, may your lens be a happy lens!
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When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro.
-It never got wierd enough for me."
I'll check it out ^^
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When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro.
-It never got wierd enough for me."
It's a degredation thing, some people do it to apear modest when in reality they aren't. I just do it for fun.
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When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro.
-It never got wierd enough for me."
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