magnesart | Teen Ink
  1. Home
  2. Profile

magnesart


magnesart
DPO, Other
Member for 13 years
0
ARTICLES
3
IMAGES
0
VIDEOS
19
COMMENTS

ABOUT ME
I absolutely adore photography, The Tudors, and brownies. :] I also spend way too much money on pretty things. :3

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: A Northern Light, The Hunger Games, The Harry Potter series, His Dark Materials
Movies: Atonement, Stardust, Amelie, Donnie Darko
TV Shows: The Tudors, Pillars of the Earth, Bones, Whose Line Is It Anyway? reruns
Interests: People watching, Photography, Reading, Eating chocolate


Art/Photo
Zephyr
By magnesart
DPO, Other
magnesart, DPO, Other
0 articles 3 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper."
-- A Northern Light

View profile
Art/Photo
Wicked Game
By magnesart
DPO, Other
magnesart, DPO, Other
0 articles 3 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper."
-- A Northern Light

View profile
Art/Photo
Ephemeral
By magnesart
DPO, Other
magnesart, DPO, Other
0 articles 3 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper."
-- A Northern Light

View profile