Jade. 20. Married. Pagan. Pansexual. I'm made up of inked skin stretched over small bones. Pale as a ghost; hands ever cold. I sleep in twisted positions and steal all the blankets. Caffeine addict, a small ball of energy.Horror movies and fast food by candlelight is all it takes to make me smile. I'm the notes between your guitar, the words forming in your mind. A crows mind; a wolves spirit. The sanest form of crazy you'll ever meet. Right now, I'm pretty content with who I'm turning out to be.