her colored hair held all the stories
the good, the bad, and the ugly.
blue was defeat (which she held in her hand)
red was anger
green was hope (but those curled away)
and that one split-ended lock of orange?
that was love.
i’m reblogging it from her because her interpretation fascinates me. it amazes me how she doesn’t only see a pretty girl with colorful hair, who is sleeping peacefully. also, she’s almost accurately right haha.
and i’m just really happy and thankful that eatsleepdraw posted my art. ♥