Jade. 18. Writer. Trichotillomania. Depression. Recovery. Queer as they come.
I have a writing blog: metaphoricwords.tumblr.com
Sometimes, someone proves that words are still powerful enough to inspire the darkest part of you to allow a flower to bloom.
"But I could never make dying beautiful. The sky didn't fill with colors the night I convinced myself veins are kite strings you can only cut free. I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." -Andrea Gibson
