Deviant since Mar 7, 2013 | Core Member until Jun 21, 2018
I am the angel of Walmart.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
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Some widgets have options that are only available when you get Core 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!
Hello! I’m that weird lady who wears all black, has a bunch of cats, and lives in that old house at the end of your street. Actually, no. I don’t live at the end of your street; I live in the worst state ever, which of course is Kentucky. Kentucky is like America’s armpit (Indiana is America’s other armpit). I work at Christopher & Banks and Claire's, but get all my clothes and accessories from the dumpster behind Walmart.
Even though I am twenty, I am still filled with crippling teen angst. I am a whore for Starbucks, and I want my ashes to be sprinkled in a Starbucks when I die. In my free time, I like to listen to viking death-opera as I cry and eat a catastrophic amount of Mexican food. I also like to draw, watch, and eat cartoons.
I have many goals in life. I want a handsome Asian man to force-feed me quesadillas, because I like Asian men and I like quesadillas. I also want to open up my own loudbrary, which is like a library, but you’re allowed to be loud.
My rabbit’s name is Garth, and he is a good son. He will be going to college soon, and I am very proud of him. I like rabbits. I wish I was a rabbit, because rabbits aren’t filled with teen angst.
When I grow up, I want to be Ki Hong Lee’s chair because I want Ki Hong Lee to sit on me.
(Sorry if it takes me a really long time to respond to you. I love getting comments/replies, but I'm really not that active on here, currently.)