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I am a Graphic Designer
shaSHEEmi
21/Female/Philippines
Why I Am Here
- To create and provoke dArama
- To spread the love
- To show my artwork to the world
Last Visit Unknown
Sheena Padilla
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!
-- C®y for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country. . . .
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can you keep a secret? the world around me is forever monochrome. would you like to add some color? i prefer blue...
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Barefoot Panda and his Barefoot Girl invite you to come by and check us out! [link]
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subscriptions for 1°, 2° and 3° place!
digital art and photography allowed.
You are such a doll!
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You see things and ask Why? But I dream things that never were and say Why Not?- George Bernard Shaw
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter.- Martin Luther King Jr.
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Hava kararıyor ve bir kez daha gece yüzünle karşımda büyüyorsun .
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/ What if You could live forever?
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It sounds like bubble gum when you are waiting for the miracle
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C®y for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country. . . .
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