Beautiful decaY

I'm 20 years old and currently living in Atlanta where I attend Georgia Tech for architecture. I was recently reminded that instead of constantly looking for romantic love in the boys and girls that surround me everyday, I should remember that I already am dearly loved by my friends and family. I like that idea.

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“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]

(Thanks Ali)

POSTED Nov 27 2009 @ 23:33

I’m thankful for my friend/girlfriend/penpal/soulmate Genevieve.

POSTED Nov 26 2009 @ 17:34

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POSTED Nov 26 2009 @ 11:41

This print is so….coming home with me. Maybe I’ll find time to stop by and get it on my lunch break. Gotta love Young Blood.

POSTED Nov 24 2009 @ 11:09

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I need to remember this. Young Blood (http://youngbloodgallery.com/) sells a print of this that I think I should probably invest in for my sanity.

POSTED Nov 24 2009 @ 11:01

textravert:

Me wants a quaint kitchen. Except that vase holding utensils should be shaped like a rooster.
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POSTED Nov 24 2009 @ 11:00

Look

GTGs “Ratio”

“The odds are good but the goods are odd.”

[a tribute to the 3:1 ratio at tech]

POSTED Nov 23 2009 @ 20:08

lookbookdotnu:

are you sensation

I will never understand this whole tights under cut off jean shorts thing.

Really. I just don’t get it.

POSTED Nov 22 2009 @ 10:44

So….I’m not a big fan of the whole minimalism thing but I love the fact that there’s a flat file.

POSTED Nov 21 2009 @ 23:32

sweethomestyle:

obsessive-composure

POSTED Nov 21 2009 @ 10:08

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]