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I am a Deviant of Many Talents
Willow-and-Tara
16/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 117 weeks ago
Willow and Tara
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!
Ok...well. This is
Amanda/Witchy-chick. Due to other activites and such...Willow-and-Tara has been greatly neglected. I am currently the only one working on the account, so bear with me.
Welcome to dA ...and Willow/Tara were the cutest couple I've seen on TV
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come" //Matt Groening
Changes
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Im not sending subliminal messages to you
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Those who are different will change the world...
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“Beautiful things that spring from these rows, With their musical names and musical sounds.”-'Memories" by Eisley
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98% of teenagers do or have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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I follop, make globbery noises, vollue, say voon, flurble, willomy, glurry, flur, gup, wurf, and flollop, all in a very floopy manner.
Give me Sugar...I am Sugar fiend...
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come" //Matt Groening
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