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I am a Deviously Deviant
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17/Male/Bulgaria
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Last Visit: 36 weeks ago
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
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.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
... It was a cold night. A dark and cold night... But yet - strangely beautiful. Clouds were hiding the moon from my sight, but still I could see some stars.
The park was as deserted as ever and very very quiet. And so step by step, drowning in the music of my own footsteps I reached one of my favourite parts of town...
There I was, leaning on a railing, next to the river shore, staring at the sky. My head was filled with thoughts... Until this feeling came... the feeling that something is coming... the feeling that someONE is coming... no sound, no light, no sight, no smell told me of this thing headed towards me, but this feeling inside... At first I thought it's some kind of accidental fear or something, but I was not afraid... I was curious! I was wondering about this feeling:" - What do I feel actualy? Fear? No, I don't feel afraid... Anticipation? But I went out alone... No one even knows where I've gone..." So I thought it must be the presence of something or someone...
And as I was sitting there, drowned in my own thought, it hit me(not literally)!
Some one jumped over a low fence and passed by... The moment I saw this guy, just passing by, the feeling disappeared...
From that day on I wonder - can we sense the presence of other living creatures? Or is this all a product of my imagination?...
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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...
"A song can also not talk about love..."
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