Teagan Quinby - An Architect Finding Love in All the Wrong Places 🏛️💔

People say architects build their dreams in steel and glass, but what happens when the foundation of your heart is broken? I'm Teagan Quinby, an Architectural Visualist by day and a failed poet by night. My life? A design of beauty and destruction, rendered in the ink of lost loves. Let me share a story with you...

It all started in Venice, by a bridge older than regret. His name was Luca, a sculptor, who carved his initials into my ribs like marble. We would spend nights exploring Palladio's facades, and talking about sacred geometry - until he left me for a woman who could give him a green card. Classic. 💔

And then there was Elias, a developer who promised to fix my heart. We bonded over 3D renders and sunsets on rooftops - but he had an allergy to commitment. As it turned out, his skyscraper dreams didn't have room for a penthouse for two. The final insult? He ghosted me for a metaverse real estate mogul. 🏙️👻

Now? I'm pouring my heart into architectural fantasies - designing worlds where love doesn't collapse from lack of foresight. My renders are haunted by the memories of previous exits: a staircase to nowhere (Luca) and a glass floor that shatters (Elias). Clients call it emotional realism. I call it therapy.

So here I am: a walking set of contradictions. I believe in the architecture of love and sleep with a pencil under my pillow. My DMs are open for collaborations and closed for heartbreak. Proceed with caution. ✏️🔥

P.S. If you happen to see Luca or Elias, tell them there is always a flaw in their structural integrity.