(via architectureblog)
architecture sunday. im 16 years old and i would trade my room in a heartbeat for this.
You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
the realist shit i never wrote.
last day of school. from today until jan. 5, im down to hang (for the most part). anyone. anywhere. anytime.
Jay-Z
a lot of people are going through the top albums for the year. i don’t know who my runners up are but, as always, the winner is hov.
today’s lunch: bad idea breakfast burrito. tortilla, scrambled eggs, american + parmesan cheese, & hot sauce.
architecture sunday. i don’t like swimming but if this was in my backyard, i wouldn’t need the house.
