Gingham's for the plighted maid,
Words in "The Satin Dress" Dorothy Parker laid
But I don't remember any promise I've made--
Nor the path for which tomorrow I'll trade.
But I don't remember any promise I've made--
Nor the path for which tomorrow I'll trade.
At night when I'm high, I write things that rhyme.
*Tank, skirt, both from Topshop; wedges from my mother; bag from St. Francis Square*
*Tank, skirt, both from Topshop; wedges from my mother; bag from St. Francis Square*
♥Jill
2 comments:
how thin are you jileh?
...and how did you not get run over by a car?
it kinda reminds me of penny lane.
<3rage
Go over to Bonifacio High Street, wait 'til it's near midnight, and meander the streets. :)
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