Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Bwahahahahahaha. I ordered the lipstick.
ReplyDeleteLove the car too. Brilliant.
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Those prolific selfie-takers crack me up sometimes, especially when pouty lips seem to be necessary from every possible angle.
ReplyDeleteThese are cute!
ReplyDeleteAs always, thanks for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! I need some of that lipstick.
ReplyDeleteLove the second hand store :)
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