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But, how?
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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!
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I am undoubtedly Sokka-obsessed. I love my Sokka! Back off, Suki! Here's a Sokka, there's a Sokka And another little Sokka Fuzzy Sokka, Funny Sokka Sokka, Sokka, Aang!
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
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I am undoubtedly Sokka-obsessed.
I love my Sokka!
Back off, Suki!
Here's a Sokka, there's a Sokka
And another little Sokka
Fuzzy Sokka, Funny Sokka
Sokka, Sokka, Aang!
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I wonder how many gigabytes a happy memory is?
I got here by clicking the Random Deviant button. Enjoy dA.
Cheers.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
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150 polaroids HERE --> [link]
I just wish to give you a hug
Miranda, =votrereine
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I don't squirm. I flail. Less restrictive, more expressive.
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Proud member of the ~JigglyLoversClub
"'Don't leave me alone!'
The cry in the night
Of anguish heart-striking
Of soul-killing fright...
Don't leave me alone!'
A world heard that cry"
-Dragonsinger
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