nicolemariedev: no skin today
nicolemariedev: wrestling with demons
nicolemariedev: the second stage is typically anger, although not necessarily in that order
nicolemariedev: fashion fades, only style remains the same
nicolemariedev: a tiara day
nicolemariedev: forgetting who to be
nicolemariedev: and you fill your space so sweet
nicolemariedev: giddy up
nicolemariedev: do you know how popular i am? i am so popular. everybody loves me so much at this school.
nicolemariedev: i made it!
nicolemariedev: in my own way
nicolemariedev: and like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
nicolemariedev: dancing queen
nicolemariedev: path. wind. forever
nicolemariedev: images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
nicolemariedev: friday is the sweet reward
nicolemariedev: as i wait quietly for you
nicolemariedev: and the world spins madly on
nicolemariedev: when all i want is you
nicolemariedev: short skirt and a long jacket
nicolemariedev: if not now, when?
nicolemariedev: just do it.
nicolemariedev: simply nothing more to give
nicolemariedev: a-poor-substitute-for-a-bench-but-it-will-have to-do-bench monday
nicolemariedev: the top knot
nicolemariedev: and you may not find any you’ll want to go down. in that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. it’s opener there in the wide open air.