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I am a Deviously Deviant
nocturna
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Last Visit: 186 weeks ago
nocturna
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!
"In every dream home a heartache... and every step I take takes me further from heaven..." What makes the girl with red hair turn around the Tiber; walking blindfolded in the dark; aware of the eyes on her, but oblivious to the intentions behind the strangers' eyes. The jeune femme, la bella donna, my morte bella: you resurrect dreams in me, a feeling, a spark. Your image, the memory of you makes me greedy for long lazy Sunday morning walks to Vatican City, to take the train to Firenze and wander around the cobblestoned imprints of the Renaissance. I want these dreams; even if they are unreachable. I want the spark and flash and dark reassurance of your absence and of your silence. You love like I feel and I love like you feel and we dream our separate ways.
My dreams reach out to you. I call for you; the girl in black whose face is eternally shrouded in shadow. I feel you from so far away and it is enough to sustain me until the next time we dance - if we will ever dance again. I think of red, of wet city streets, of peonies and blood oranges, of cypresses and chimney smoke and the ashes of the dead and of dark crimson and purple calla lillies. Each piano notes reminds me of you... you...you.... my mortebella.
Devious Journal Entry
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Puoi essere ciò che vuoi. C'è solo un ostacolo: te stesso.
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Learn to live | But live to love | Yet love to pass the time
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Puoi essere ciò che vuoi. C'è solo un ostacolo: te stesso.
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life sucks, but not when you are a robot!
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Allways looking for art o.O
My dreams reach out to you. I call for you; the girl in black whose face is eternally shrouded in shadow. I feel you from so far away and it is enough to sustain me until the next time we dance - if we will ever dance again. I think of red, of wet city streets, of peonies and blood oranges, of cypresses and chimney smoke and the ashes of the dead and of dark crimson and purple calla lillies. Each piano notes reminds me of you... you...you.... my mortebella.
- Rebecca
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hope you like it
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Spero tu stia bene..
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-.Nothing worth fighting for is ever won by lies.-
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