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I am a Mad Scientist
DarkSeitetsu
19/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 1 week ago
Asche zu Asche, Staub zu Staub
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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!
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You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman; stuff you pay good money for in later life.'' (Emo Philips)
Holy sheet. I found thee's wonderful Heather on here!
**Watches**
**then glomps and smuthers with greand love**
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So many nights
Legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes
Try not to cry
All that I got to pull me through
Is memories of you
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====== Sanity calms, but madness =======
======== is more interesting ==========
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"We do the best we can in a small town, act like kids in love when the sun goes down."
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You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman; stuff you pay good money for in later life.'' (Emo Philips)
My other site: [link]
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http://ninasundberg.com - Twitter - Facebook
**Watches**
**then glomps and smuthers with greand love**
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So many nights
Legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes
Try not to cry
All that I got to pull me through
Is memories of you
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Lo que no mata, engorda.
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