Tights- Ardenes. Shoes-Payless.
Aren't these tights da- bomb [or however the cool kids say it these days?] They are actually fishnets, but with my pasty skin, they look like nifty nylons!
Ha ha--Nifty Nylons, An alliteration. That's why I did well in English. I know a literary term.
Dress- Bootlegger. Lace top- Thrifted Old Navy.
I want YOU. {Does this pose look familiar?}
Who needs a neck anyways?
Sonnet 29
By William Shakespeare:
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope
Featured like him, like him with friends posess'd
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope
With what I most enjoy contented least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Happily I think on thee and then my state
Like to the Lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heavens gate
With thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
And yeah. I wrote out this poem by memory.
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