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I am a Self-proclaimed Genius
xPikamaster
16/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To Wow, you can fill these in? Who knew.
- To herd llamas
- To fave without commenting
Last Visit: 3 hours ago
Pika
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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!
More good music >3> This is "The Wrote & the Writ" by Johnny Flynn. It tells an interesting story about a man and his wife (at least that's how I interpret it). And if you take the last stanza out of context, it is quite valid amongst internet users: Be careful about what you say to others on the internet; text without speech tends to be more severe than if you were to talk to someone in person C: -
They're taking pictures of the man from God I hope his cassock's clean The burden of being our holy fellas Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam.
What of all those wayward priests? The ones who like to drink Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink.
You wrote me oh so many letters And all of them seemed true Promises look good on paper Especially from you, from you.
The weight of all those willing words I carried all alone You wouldn't put your pen to bed When we hadn't found our own, our own.
Your sentences rose high at night And circled round my head The circle's since been broken Like the priest before me is breaking bread.
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ And soon I'll eat his flesh I'm alone again before the altar Shedding all my old regrets;
The last of which I'll tell you now As it flies down the sink I never knew a part of you You didn't set in ink, in ink.
The letters that you left behind No longer shall I read Your blood's between the pages And I can't stand to see you bleed.
And I'll soon forget what was never there Your words are ash and dust All that's left is the song I've sung The breath I've taken and the one I must.
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ People of letters your warning stands clear Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear.
x33 I had just finished reading some of the Vladimir Tod books my sister got for her birthday (I stole them from her >3> ), and I felt the need to go look up fanart D8 Yours was awesometastic <3
And thank you :,D Your gallery is awesome too
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I want to join the SWAT team so I can kick down doors like a Professional
You're such a great artist, Pika!
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-Part of my Random Poem-
And changes my life forever.
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I want to join the SWAT team so I can kick down doors like a Professional
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." Nietzsche
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Fix it! Just fix it!
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**There's only one chance to give a good first impression**
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**There's only one chance to give a good first impression**
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Yours was awesometastic <3
And thank you :,D Your gallery is awesome too
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I want to join the SWAT team so I can kick down doors like a Professional
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**There's only one chance to give a good first impression**
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