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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!
I'll be honest - I suck as a poet. When I sit down and try to write poetry, it comes out as a complete mess. There's something about trying to organize the feeling of a moment that leaves me totally at a loss. It really is frustrating, because I love good poetry and I try like hell to write my own.
The conclusion I've come to is that instead of being great at writing it, I'm destined to just appreciate the poetry of others. I can accept that, I guess. I end up thinking of my life as my poetry instead - each day a new verse, each moment another line.
Yes, there are times when I fuck things up entirely. But I also have moments where everything in my life seems right - when I'm doing exactly what I know I should be doing and living like the person I want to be. Those are the moments when I feel less like someone just moving through life and more like a poet.
There's a part of me that used to hesitate in saying things like that - things that I like about myself. I'm past that though. There's nothing wrong with being honest about strengths in the same way we're honest about our faults. I'm stubborn, quiet and shy sometimes... but I'm also so many other things that are better than those negative traits.
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"...I was aware of the rules.
I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't.
I was compelled to stay - compelled to disobey."
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