Line Svendsen
Profile
I don’t make sense
Groups
Line Svendsen is a member of !* Dark Cabaret *!, ! 100% !, ! HAIRSTYLES !, !Burst! > Anime and Manga!, ***♂♥♥QUORN♥♥♀, 1620, Agro-Tees, All Out Emotion, Alt, Amateur Photographers' Association, Animal Photography - Limit 1 Photo Submission a Week, Black and White Photography, Bokeh, Challenge Café, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Creative Fashion Photography, Fantasy Art, Fashion and Editorial Photography, Green!, Japanfluence, Live, Love, Dream, Mood & Ambience - Strictly Photos, Out of the Blue, Out of the Past, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), People and Portraiture Photography, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Practising the Dark Arts, Retro Tees., Self Portrait, Shoot The Moon, Simple by Design, Spiritual Art, Symbolism in Art, The Eyes Have It, The Grunge Art Gallery, Theatrical and Staged Photography, Trees , Vibrant and Vivid Color, Vibrant Plants, Victoriandustrial , Vintage and Gorgeous, Voices of the Dark and the Deep and Woman Appreciation.
Journal Entries
THANK YOU!!!
Posted 4 months ago.
Arigato!
Posted 6 months ago.
W00t!
Posted 7 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Blurb - Testing the book-program
Posted 7 months ago.
BubbleSite launched!
Posted 8 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Happy Samhain!
Posted 8 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Sigh...
Posted 8 months ago, 10 comments so far.
October
Posted 9 months ago.
Greetings!
Posted 10 months ago.
Clothing
Writing
The Shape of Stars
I’m a bird, a semi-swan, / and I fly away with loving heart, still the ugly me. / I’m untamed, yet faithful; / I’ll always love the ones I love, but my gypsy-heart needs to be free.
Cup of Fear
The taste of dark fear / will be your dark end. / You shall soon wither / and with moonlight ascend.
Work work work
Run away, quick, / soon the clock will melt. / Then learn to swim, / and wear a safety belt.
Only Dreams...
Dreams are constant, but still will change / Hunger for sleep, a dream in range / Only Dreams will wake the living up / Or we will face the poison’s cup…
Glass
The tones from your screams / they break fragile glass / And I must pick up / the bits from the mass
Schizofrenic
Paint a heart / Feelings apart / An artist’s dead / The ghost which bled / A child born with a knife
