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I am a Digital Artist
That-Kid-DanYol
Male/United Kingdom
Why I Am Here
- To herd llamas
- To make friends
- To show my artwork to the world
Last Visit: 1 week ago
Dan Sowten
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!
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Like sunsets on a summer night, That flood my room, Drowning me in beautiful light, Just the way you would have wanted it. You would have called me pretty things, But you're not here, And I'm not beautiful enough for the sunlight to speak pretty words.
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Like sunsets on a summer night, That flood my room, Drowning me in beautiful light, Just the way you would have wanted it. You would have called me pretty things, But you're not here, And I'm not beautiful enough for the sunlight to speak pretty words.
Hey there *waves*
Thanks for the watch
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Morning sunlight sweeps across my window pane
And it feels like heaven's come and gone again
Viva Choro, Okay!
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Like sunsets on a summer night,
That flood my room,
Drowning me in beautiful light,
Just the way you would have wanted it.
You would have called me pretty things,
But you're not here,
And I'm not beautiful enough for the sunlight to speak pretty words.
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Like sunsets on a summer night,
That flood my room,
Drowning me in beautiful light,
Just the way you would have wanted it.
You would have called me pretty things,
But you're not here,
And I'm not beautiful enough for the sunlight to speak pretty words.
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