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ohmarjorie:

ohmarjorie:

Outfit of the Day: Bow OverloadJSK: Angelic Pretty Striped Yoke Blouse: Angelic Pretty Jewelry BeadsOTKs: Angelic Pretty Outing RibbonBag: BtSSB Usakumya PouchetteShoes: BodylineI got to laze about, read a manga I haven’t seen in years, and eat some awesome food! 

Old ass post. I wish I always looked so cute.
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ohmarjorie:

ohmarjorie:

Outfit of the Day: Bow Overload
JSK: Angelic Pretty Striped Yoke 
Blouse: Angelic Pretty Jewelry Beads
OTKs: Angelic Pretty Outing Ribbon
Bag: BtSSB Usakumya Pouchette
Shoes: Bodyline

I got to laze about, read a manga I haven’t seen in years, and eat some awesome food! 

Old ass post. I wish I always looked so cute.


bacteriarsmall:

Ozymandias on Flickr.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear — “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.’ ——Percy Bysshe Shelley

bacteriarsmall:

Ozymandias on Flickr.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“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.’
——Percy Bysshe Shelley