I'm Nicole. I'm 19. I have depression, paranoid schizophrenia, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, POTS, etc. I am messed up and I'm okay with that. I'm a cutter, a dreamer, a do-er, and a writer. I'm an artist. I paint memories on my skin in blood and write poems on paper with ink (or on a screen with pixels, as the case may be). This is my depression blog. For my poetry minus the depressing-ness, vising nicole-mouse.tumblr.com -----------------------------------CAUTION: MAY BE TRIGGERING
No, Professor, I do not just like Macklemore because of the song “Thrift Shop”. I liked him before his song was played on the radio, before bumbershoot. Why? He grew up right here, where I did. He sees things that other people ignore, and he sings about them. What is “Thrift Shop” about? You asked us to explore the underlying meaning, but when I tell you that it’s about corporate America and getting around the system, you kick me out of class? THAT IS WHAT THE SONG IS ACTUALLY ABOUT! I had a motherfucking six hour conversation with the fucking ARTIST! Yes, I did. How? He lived three blocks away from me when I was growing up!