Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
This week starts the 10 hour shifts at my internship, including Saturdays. Blog posting will be infrequent, if at all, including Lookbook. It sucks, but I simply won't have time or energy. Once school starts and the madness eases up some, I'll be around more.
We shot these photos last night, on the brink of the biggest storm of the summer. It wasn't even really planned, it just kind of happened. The wind was raging, the lighting flashing, the works. In retrospect, this probably was not the wisest idea, but we were in a hurry and were feeling frisky. I love this Express dress- when I found it at Goodwill I literally danced when I tried it on and it fit perfectly.