She's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on little wing...

I’m pulling an all nighter to get this damn paper done but all I can think about is glitter

saranell:

Does that make me sound like a dumbass…?

Hmm…Know what. Don’t care. I fucking love GLITTER.

Haters gon’ hate but I’ll still be smiling. 

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